Star-Crossed | Fem/Football!AU
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“Don’t be late, you guys.” Her boss called out to her, causing Ibitani just to wave it off as usually, rushing to the car that has been loaded with various of bouquets and floral arrangements. This was a big deal: the store was asked by the city’s famous (female!) football player team to get these ready for the winning team. Of course, they were confident to be winning against the others (and so was Ibitani, she was always rooting for those playing for her hometown Hiroshima!), but even if they hadn’t won, she’d try to be a fair person about it and hand the bouquets to the opposing team with just as much of a bright smile than she would do for the Hiroshima team. As her big brother was driving the car (luckily he worked at the same store as her, so she’d always have someone familiar around), he couldn’t just keep the comments to himself. “Man, you were really behind in making the bouquets today, Ryou...” -- “So what?!” -- “Now we are going to be late for the whole thing! We already know that our team won, but duh...” -- “Yes, duh!!! If you hit the gas a little harder, we won’t be late?!” -- “Always so demanding, sheesh...”
For her brother, too, it was an honour to hand over these flowers to the winning ladies. Both of them were really patriotic not only for their home-country, but their hometown. So, it came to no surprise.
Once they arrived, both of them rushed to get all the bouquets carried to the ceremonial plateau of the field; if she had to do it all by herself, Ibitani would’ve surely stumbled over her own feet, or be way too late. But thankfully, there was still some band playing victoriously for no other than Hiroshima’s team! Lining everything up properly, she looked at her brother, instructing him how to be of any help to her ---- the deal was that she as the girl would have the honour to hand out the bouquets to each and every single team member who was actively playing on that day -- the so-called ‘bench warmers’ would get theirs afterwards by both of the siblings. But this was not part of the festivity, so she had to be on time with this whole procedure. “Don’t slack off, don’t be so slow, aaaahhh...” She whined and stomped a foot onto the plateau on which she stood, certainly receiving a few looks for her feisty and temperamental nature, but she really couldn’t be bothered; the last thing she wanted was to get scolded by their boss for her brother’s slow attitude, and it was most certainly not her fault for preparing the bouquets with love and admiration, therefore taking her sweet time on them.
As the music stopped playing, she nervously moved her hair behind her ear and tried not to freak out -- she was not the most social person, so saying ‘Congratulations on winning!’ to 11 women she had never met before was nerve-wrecking. Sure, maybe some of them went to high school with her, but that was all the more reason to freak out. With her brother’s help, she managed to hand over the bouquets to each of the girl, smiling at them brightly despite her flushed face from the excitement of talking to all these strangers -- more so, she was sure that she had seen some cameras for TV... all the more reason to be a nervous wreck!!!
At last, she reached a rather tall, buff and (quite frankly, butch) looking woman; if she hadn’t known better, she’d think that she stood before a rather handsome man. She had round features and feminine curves here and there, but all the while, she looked intimidating. Surely, most of these women did look intimidating (mostly with their on-field outfit, the protection and whatnot they wore, it made them look so much bigger and buffer), but if it wasn’t the height and body built, her magenta hair was surely something that yelled out ‘danger!’ or ‘don’t mess with me!’. Ryuu found herself staring up at the other for a moment, before she smiled just as sweetly as she did before, handing the bouquet to the woman.
“Congratulations on winning! Good job! You made Hiroshima proud!” She chimed sweetly, once the other got a hold of the bouquet, she put her hands on top of the other’s, pressing her grip on the flowers’ stems tighter, almost in an affectionate manner to show just how proud she was of the team.
