So Hyonen are runruly’s spokespeople and the team regularly gets used for D’s campaigns across various lines so surely someone at some point is going to be like, hey, that small blond trickster who appears in jersey photos and in races but never for other photoshoots looks exactly like that smol blonde model that collaborates a lot with Heath in shoots.
And because Japanese fandom is in your face insane, surely that angel has fans.
What I’m saying is, my left kidney for someone to write Hozumi showing up for a race and coming face to face with a cheering section waving giant posters of his angel’s first love photoshoot or having an opponent flat out ask him for an autograph and ‘a date if I win ;D’
My kingdom for a Himemiya Yuri/Kohinata Hozumi fic where Himemiya uses ‘Girly-face’ as a term of endearment and insists on treating Hozumi like a fragile flower and spoiling him rotten. Hozumi has absolutely no clue on how to react to someone like this so he just… goes along? with it?? what’s even going on???
My kingdom for a Himemiya Yuri/Kohinata Hozumi fic where Himemiya uses ‘Girly-face’ as a term of endearment and insists on treating Hozumi like a fragile flower and spoiling him rotten. Hozumi has absolutely no clue on how to react to someone like this so he just... goes along? with it?? what’s even going on???
During first year, Kohinata Hozumi was Heath-sempai’s favourite pet of a kouhai that he spoiled rotten (and protected from all the bullying third years) and Kuga used to hover awkwardly around them trying to make a good impression on the underclassmen but since he didn’t know how to talk properly, he just came off as cold and aloof. Heath laughed at him. A lot.
Hozumi had an exceptionally tearful, one sided confrontation with Kuga after Heath’s injury where Kuga didn’t manage to say a single word before hozumi ran off crying which broke Kuga’s heart because he’s always wanted a cute kouhai.
Kohinata Hozumi sat behind Kadowaki Ayumu (alphabetical order!) during first year and introduced himself on the first day. Ayumu blushed because he thought he was talking to a girl for a couple of seconds, but they’ve been good friends every since. Hozumi has exceptionally good aim at throwing notes on Ayumu’s desk. they eat lunch together, sometimes over stride magazines, sometimes over a travel shogi board. sometimes, they stay over at each other’s houses and watch a lot of comedy shows.
At the end of first year, after Hozumi had gathered up all his courage to smile as if nothing was wrong, when Heath-sempai could laugh at himself over the clumsy way he held the shogi tiles, when Ayumu could run a lap around the oval without stopping and high five them both at the end, the three of them enter a shogi tournament with Dan-sensei as their adviser. they put Heath-sempai as the first board (a throwaway, since he’s their weakest member, but he puts the tiles down with such an aura of ferocity that it takes the opposition entirely too long to figure out that it wasn’t a genius trap move but actually a terrible choice), Ayumu in second and Hozumi as third. miraculously, they manage to win the first round by the skin of their teeth, but lose in the second and Ayumu cries not because they lost, but because he’d thought he’d never be able to play in a tournament in the first place.
Hozumi and Ayumu end up in the same class again second year (college prep course) and Hozumi is endlessly excited over the possibility of getting cute new kouhai for the club. even though he would never say it, he’s a little disappointed that both of the first years are taller than him and neither of them seem that interested in learning gimmicks. Ayamu’s just happy they exist (and dreams of entering TWO teams in a shogi tournament.)
Since they’ve made up, Kuga really wants Hozumi to call him sempai. Kuga will never say it. heath refuses to help.
Hozumi is determined that he’ll grow bigger (he’s been wearing the same uniform since first year, deliberately bought a couple of sizes too big, but he’s also been wearing the same extra thick knitted cardigan for bulk the entire time) and has an inspiration board. heath asked one of Diane’s assistants to shop Hozumi’s face onto Kuga’s body. Hozumi was exceptionally indignant (but it’s still stuck on his board).
Ayamu grows another 15cm before they graduate. Hozumi remains much the same. the extra height causes ayamu as much angst as Hozumi’s lack of it causes him. (why are door frames so low?)
(Heath never meant to introduce Hozumi to Diane but Diane found a selfie of the two of them that Hozumi had sent to Heath’s phone and had demanded, gleefully, that Heath introduce his ‘cute girlfriend.’
‘that’s not my girlfriend,’ Heath said, almost automatically, a familiar feeling of dread and resignation welling up in in his heart.
‘doesn’t matter, bring her anyway!’ and what Diane wanted, Diane got so Heath took Hozumi to the studio after school one day with copious apologies and vague warnings (’when she tells you to do something unreasonable, you can try to refuse her’) and Diane was inspired.
I am only a little bit ashamed that I'm getting into TakaMido because they are weird mirrors of TouMaki (the green is a little more weird, the loud is a little less sincere) but someone tell me if these AU exist and where can I find them?
1. That school festival AU where Takao’s class puts on a fortune telling booth and Takao makes certain that he’s on shift when Midorima comes by, drapes his head with a half dozen flowing scarves and pulls one of the lower half of his faces, makes one of the girls line his eyes with kohl and help him stick on talon-length false nails.
“You’re a Cancerian,” Takao says. His voice is low and husky, quiet enough that Midorima has to lean in in the dim, shifting candlelight. “Tanabata. I can see the stars around you.”
The candle flame flickers, Midorima’s long eyelashes casting shadows against his cheeks and suddenly, Takao realises that he’s not lying.
(AND MIDORIMA IS LIKE, WOW, THIS FORTUNE TELLER IS AMAZING, THEY KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT ME, THEY MUST KNOW EVERYTHING. AND BASICALLY, TAKAO JUST GIVES MIDORIMA A RIDICULOUSLY SPECIFIC LOVE FORTUNE AND TRIES HIS DAMNED HARDEST TO MAKE IT COME TRUE wwww)
2. That AU where due to the usual horoscope writer going on maternity leave, Takao the sports writer gets put on horoscope writing duty and realises very quickly that his weirdo neighbour takes his horoscope seriously and at first proceeds to suuuuper fuck with him (”YOUR LUCKY ITEM IS CAT-EARS. IF YOU WEAR THEM, YOU’LL HAVE THE LUCK OF A CAT WITH 9 LIVES.”) but unexpectedly falls hard and fast because Midorima is strange and selfish and really freaking cute and starts writing increasingly specific fortunes (”YOUR LUCKY ITEM IS A BASKETBALL. BUT EVEN MORESO IF YOU FIND A BASKETBALL PLAYER. WITH DARK HAIR.”) to try to get Midorima to agree to date him.
3. Cancer's lucky item today: a lover! Make sure to keep them close and take the chance to go on a special date!
aka: the least angsty prostitute story ever www
"This request is a little... strange," Miyaji says, looking down at his clipboard with a funny twitch of his eyebrows.
"Kinky strange?" Takao asks, highly intrigued.
Miyaji snorts. “Ha, no. You’ll see.”
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Takao feels a little stupid carrying a red rose in front of the station, like the hero of a shoujo manga (he’s pretty hot, he could pull it off) but a client’s request is sacrosanct and he’s done (much) worse. His client must be a die-hard romantic or some sweet and pure... really gigantic man. Wow.
(AND THEN MIDORIMA MAKES TAKAO GIVE HIM THE ROSE BECAUSE SURELY, A FLOWER GIVEN BY A LOVER WILL BE A LUCKY ITEM IN THE FUTURE, AND THEY GO ‘ON A DATE’ EXCEPT REALLY IT’S JUST MIDORIMA MAKING TAKAO HOLD HIS BAG WHILE THEY GO SHOPPING AND UH.)
“Drinks.”
Takao perks up a little from where he’s literally collapsed over the small truckload of bags (that he’d been carrying without the benefit of a truck) surrounding him on the park bench. This is familiar territory. This is good. “I know a good bar-”
“No.” Midorima looks irritated which, given it’s the exact same face he’d had the entire time including the surreal fifteen minutes where they’d extremely gingerly held hands before Midorima’s obvious allergies to humanity had kicked in, doesn’t mean much. “There’s a vending machine right here. Oshiruko.”
Takao twitches.
“... What do you want?”
(AND IDK HOW A LOUDMOUTH’S MIND WORKS, BUT BY THE END OF THE NIGHT, TAKAO IS SOMEHOW, WEIRDLY, A LITTLE BIT INTRIGUED AND RIDICULOUSLY CHARMED AND-)
It feels a little anticlimatic to just drop Midorima (and Midorima’s shopping) at his apartment, but Midorima stands in front of the entrance like a tall and visibly uncomfortable sentry.
“Thank you for today,” he says stiffly, looking stern in a way that doesn’t at all hide how bad he is at a functional human.
“Should I take your shopping further inside?” Takao says, trying to peer around Midorima’s broad shoulders into the rest of the apartment. It looks large and spacious, but Midorima shifts, giving off an air of faint alarm.
“No! It’s... thank you.”
Takao takes a half step forward. Midorima takes an equivalent step back.
“Are you sure? You’ve paid for-” A strategic mistake, Takao realises a half second later when the line of Midorima’s mouth firms and he’s gently but insistently herded out of the door.
“Thank you,” Midorima says again. “You’ve been... very kind.”
The door shuts firmly in Takao’s face.
For a few long seconds, Takao just stands there and stare. Then, sagging back, he laughs. “You win.”
(AND TAKAO ONLY DOES THIS STUFF ON THE SIDE, A LITTLE BIT OF COMPENSATED DATING WHEN HIS SENPAI ASKS HIM FOR A FAVOUR, ON TOP OF HIS NORMAL JOB BUT.)
“He hasn’t asked for me again? You’re sure?”
Miyaji raises an eyebrow at him. “You want him to?”
Takao shrugs and gives his most blinding smile. “Professional pride, you know.”
Miyaji stares at him for several very long seconds, fingers twitching with the desire to lob something heavy and preferably spiked. “Give it up. He only calls when his horoscope says to.”
“Oh?” Takao says (AND THEN PROCEEDS TO TRY INCREASINGLY CRAZY SCHEMES TO GET THE OHA ASA HOROSCOPE WRITER ON HIS SIDE AND LIKE, TRIES TO PUT A FAKE HOROSCOPE INTO MIDORIMA’S NEWSPAPER AND HIJINKS, THERE WOULD BE SUCH TERRIBLE HIJINKS.)
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