真波　山岳

Manami Sangaku Cyclist Unfated//Single Affiliated with RTRP Tracking: radiantcyclist

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The human being cannot live in a condition of emptiness for very long: if he is not growing toward something, he does not merely stagnate; the pent-up potentialities turn into morbidity and despair, and eventually into destructive activities.

Rollo May

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“Is this your wallet?”

Meme || 

The first thing Manami did upon being called out was reach behind, patting his pocket for his wallet. Finding it empty, the teen then glanced up, about to confirm that he was indeed missing his wallet, but took pause. The woman’s large stature stunned him for a moment, widened cerulean hues taking in the muscle definition, and how terrifying she looked. The bluenette remained quiet, staring for much longer than he should of, without regards to the wallet that was clearly his in her hand. Instead, his mind was in overdrive. This woman was bigger than Izumida. Did she name her muscles too? Who would win in an arm wrestling competition? A grin broke out on his face at the reminder of his former teammate and the bluenette snapped from his stupour, instead offering a easy going smile and a friendly gaze.“Yeah, it is~” Manami chimed, rubbing the back of his neck with a light chuckle as he reached for the wallet finally, “sorry you just reminded me of someone I know.”Taking the wallet and slipping it back into his pocket securely, he gave an innocent smile, curiousity sparkling in his oceanic eyes, “do you name your pecs? Do girls have pecs? Or are those just your breasts? …Do you name your breasts? You’re so big!”

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First-Time Interaction starter sentences

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angstmemes:

“I realise you don’t know me, but please help me, I think I’m going to pass out.” “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I saw someone put something in your drink. You didn’t drink from it already, did you?” “I got robbed and have no way of getting home. They got my phone, so I can’t call anyone. Could I please borrow your phone?” “Shit! Sorry, I didn’t see you there… Are you okay?” “Charlie! Imagine seeing you here!– Oh. Wait, you aren’t Charlie…” “Excuse me, I was looking to get my girlfriend a bra, could you help me– You’re not the shop assistant, are you?” “Watch out for that truck!” “Is this your wallet?” “You look very different to your profile picture…” “Look out where you’re going, asshole!” “Did you see that?! He had a gun.” “Are you the girl/guy from So You Think You Can Dance?!” “Err– I’m sorry to interrupt, but I was just walking behind you and I think you must have sat in something…” “I know I don’t know you and this might sound really strange, but do you have a room or a spare settee or something I could crash on? I could pay you… I just… I really need someone to help me out right now.” “HELP ME!” “Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.” “Are you alright? You look really pale.” “The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?” ”Have you lost something? Can I help?” “Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?”.

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🚴 o3.

There are a few pretty good choices for Sangaku’s theme song out there, although one song stands out in particular to me for a theme song. Counting Stars by OneRepublic is my choice for this. This is going to get a bit long, so I’ll be using a read more so as to not take up so much space!

“I feel something so right by doing the wrong thing” // "I feel something so wrong by doing the right thing"

I feel this line accurately describes Sangaku’s feelings towards schoolwork and other mundane things. In general, he sleeps through class or skips because he can’t stand being indoors for so long, when he could be outside biking. Sangaku often ignores his responsibilities altogether, and is late or doesn’t show up to most appointments. 

“I could lie, couldn't I, couldn't I? Every thing that kills me makes me feel alive.”

Must I say anything more? Sangaku often references the pain he feels while climbing hills, his heart racing and feeling as though it is bursting out of his chest. He enjoys the pain, takes pleasure in it, because it’s a reminder that he is alive -- after having spent a childhood locked away in his room due to illness. 

“Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly” 

‘Nuff said, honestly.

“Lately I've been, I've been losing sleep // Dreaming about the things that we could be // But, baby I've been, I've been praying hard // Said no more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars”

I see these lines in relation to his excitement when it comes to racing. Sangaku, while he lives for hills, doesn’t like to lose either. At the risk of spoiling, I won’t go into detail but those familiar with the series might see where I’m going with this. Even though he rarely showed up for practice, Sangaku truly did want to support his team and he showed that with his fighting spirit.

Long response aside, any of the music I place on my blog could be used as a theme song for Manami Sangaku! 

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🚴 o2.

Sangaku grew up with his grandparents, living in their home within the suburbs of Odawara, a city at the base of Hakone mountain. Because of his childhood illness, his mother wasn’t able to properly take care of him on a single income and wanted him to have as nice of a childhood as he could. Sangaku is, of course, an only child and gets along well with both his grandparents and his mother. When he was younger, he often counted down the hours until he would be able to spend time with her during the day, as he was usually at home in bed instead of at school. His grandparents are often discouraging of his flippant regard for his own safety, given his health issues, but they aren’t eager to cease his fun, either. Sangaku often regards his childhood friend as a sibling as well, testing her patience well beyond it’s limits with no remorse. 

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shadzu:

I love ponytail manami and kuromana a lot /)w(\

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pumped up kicks 🚴

                                                    hakoneswolf

Amusement parks. Manami wasn’t well acquainted with them. When he was young enough to justify going with his family, he had been too sick to make it very far. There had been one visit to a park in his childhood, but before they had even reached the rides, Manami had been stationed on a bench with a small soft serve ice cream. A balloon and a sympathy carnival prize later, and they were leaving, since the boy had trouble keeping up with the atmosphere. When he got better, he was often too busy keeping his head in the clouds, dreaming about biking and mountains alike.  Now, he was old enough to go by himself and it just so happened that Brieve had opened an amusement park recently and it looked like a lot of fun. Manami had heard the screams of thrill seekers on some of his bike rides, always going out of his way to ride past when he could, grinning up at the towering rides with a renewed interest. And so he planned to go, although in retrospect, he had to admit he may have taken on too much at once. Without a guiding hand, Manami was like a child in a candy store with all the new sights and experiences to be had. Candy, games, rides, loud music drumming in his ears. He couldn’t believe all he had been missing out on, but it was only when he was exiting the drop zone tower ride that he suddenly realized he had bit off more than he could chew. Literally. Rushing over to a nearby bush, the bluenette felt the world shift as he was suddenly bent over, heaving up all the junk he had been eating. The worst part wasn’t that he was throwing up, nor was it the embarrassment of puking after a thrill ride. The worst part of this experience was the fact that he missed the bush completely, instead heaving his lunch of candy and chocolate onto the shoes of some stranger. Except, it wasn’t some stranger. With glossy eyes, Manami looked up to apologize, keeping a hand over his mouth, when he met the gaze of none other than Arakita Yasutomo -- a former high school upperclassmen.  “A-Arakita-senpai--” Manami said shakily, trying a smile before another wave of sickness came over him. Thankfully -- this time -- he managed to aim for the bush.

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making a splash 🚴

                                                   gorgonsblood

Manami loved the outdoors. Nature and him got along beautifully, as the boy embraced everything it had to offer. Filling his lungs over and over with the fresh air, he cycled through the park, grinning wide like a mad man, feeling great after a long job interview that had him itching to be outside again. His mother had been bothering him to get a job lately, since he was an adult now and needed to learn how to make money for himself. After turning down the offer for competing at a national level back home, Manami didn’t really have any plans for the future. Planning made him feel constricted, like he couldn’t change his mind afterwards. He’d spent so many days fighting to escape the same old-same old, and he couldn’t find the motivation to comply with some sort of career plan. No, he was much happier allowing life to carry him however it felt.  Pausing in his bike ride near a tree, Manami dismounted and grabbed his sports bottle, bringing it up to his lips and tilting his head back for a drink. Squeezing the bottle tightly, he quenched his thirst, eyes straying elsewhere as he drank. His cerulean gaze fell on an odd person standing near the pond, with soft pink hair and a meek demeanor. As he continued to watch them, Manami watched as the person reached out towards something over the pond -- a butterfly? A leaf? Before he had a chance to think too much on it, the pink haired other was suddenly and violently knocked into the water by a pack of children running past with a small soccer ball.  Sputtering with his water, Manami couldn’t help the bout of laughter that escaped him next. He covered his mouth to cover up the water that had come up with his snort, grinning as he wiped at himself and slid his bottle back into the holder on his bike. Walking his bicycle over to the pond, Manami watched as a pink head of hair fought with the muddy pond bottom and the various greens growing in there. Laying his bike on the ground, Manami chuckled again and headed to the pond edge, holding out a helpful hand to the struggling stranger. “Here, grab my hand, I’ll pull you out.” Manami gave the other a bright smile, eyes shining, making sure his own footing was strong so that he wouldn’t fall in as easily as the other had.

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strawberryswirlix:

toudou worries about his kouhai’s hobbies

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sugar we’re going down swinging 🚴

                                                 heliohaptxhealer 

Manami wasn’t quite sure how long he had been laying on the ground, but it had to have been long enough to attract some attention. Having swerved to avoid hitting a cat that had ran out in front of his bike, Manami ended up driving his road racer right into a park bench, effectively launching himself over the object and colliding roughly with the pavement. At first, all he had felt was shock, but soon after the pain on his right side started to send waves through his body and he laughed, rolling onto his back.  Pushing himself into a seated position, the cyclist glanced down at his arm, seeing quite a few bright red cuts. It wasn’t as bad as the rough looking gash on his elbow, or the giant scrape down his calve. Still grinning, Manami covered the gash on his elbow with one hand, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply. Most were shaken up after falling off a bike, but the bluenette was glad for the pain -- it reminded him of his own freedom.  Standing up, it was only then that he realized how shaky he really was. Just as he was about to fall over, a hand reached out and caught him and Manami glanced at the white haired male that seemed to be supporting him. Chuckling again, Manami allowed himself to be seated down on the bench he had originally collided with and smiled brightly at the concerned looking tanned male, amused. “I’m fine really, no need to look so worried!” He chirped happily. Manami then turned away, eyes glancing around for his bike. 

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Trust in your innate wisdom. Your instincts know what is going on, long before your mind has caught up.

Leon Brown (via deeplifequotes)

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see i’m smiling 🚴

                                                    hastalababa

Whether it was raining or pulsating with heat outside, it was safe to bet that Manami would be out riding his bike. Of course, back home he would be in serious trouble every time he went out biking in a downpour, but the laidback boy never really cared much. If he had the energy and visibility wasn’t terrible, he was fine with riding his bike in any sort of whether. Like now, for example, as rain poured down around him. He balanced an umbrella on his handlebars and rode along, humming quietly to himself as he climbed another slope on the road. It was difficult, considering the roads were slippery, but there was no real wind. The fresh smell of rain was filling his senses with every breath intake and Manami made sure to hold his breath until it started to burn, savouring the burn. Sliding down the other side of the slope, a flash of yellow caught his eye. Up ahead on the sidewalk he noticed a blonde running along, absolutely drenched from the rain storm that continued to rain down harder as time went on. For the first time since he left his apartment, Manami’s smile faded into a concerned frown. Before he knew it, he was riding up onto the sidewalk and switching gears to catch up and ride up next to the hurrying male. Taking his hands off the handlebar, Manami took his umbrella and extended it over the other, smiling brightly as he did so. It was fairly simple for him to ride alongside the other, no handed, without even watching in front of his bike.  “Here -- it’s not the biggest, but it should be alright.” There was a hint of amusement in his tone, but his expression was genuine as he held out the umbrella for the other to take. Glancing at the street, he chuckled a little, “it’s a bit too wet out here for an afternoon stroll. You should take my umbrella and get somewhere warm!”

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take what you can 🚴

                                                   kingofbeauty

Aside from cycling, Manami couldn’t think of a better way to spend a lazy summer day than to relax on the beach. Listening to the waves as they lapped at the shore, distant giggling of kids playing, and the blinding heat pounding down on all the patrons all culminated in a wonderful feeling. Taking in a deep breath, Manami inhaled the ocean scent and found himself drifting off into dreamland.  Only to wake up not ten minutes later, completely immobilized.  It wouldn’t be wrong to say that Manami had nightmares about never waking up, or about waking up in a situation similar to this. Eyes shooting up wide he struggled, taking in the image of the sand encompassing the rest of his body. Again, he heard the shrill laughter of children and realized that he had been buried while he napped, and a bitter laugh escaped past his throat as he grinned, blue eyes searching for the source of the laughter.  Instead, he locked his gaze on a moving figure. A very familiar moving figure, whom he would recognize anywhere as Toudou Jinpachi. It had been a whole year that he spent in the company of the male in high school, sharing the same cycling team. This time, his signature smile reached his eyes as he wiggled a bit, wanting to great his former upperclassmen with open arms, but unfortunately, couldn’t.  “T-Toudou-senpai!” Manami called before he realized the honorific wasn’t really needed anymore. They were both graduates now, although he didn’t really know why Toudou was in Brieve or what he was doing with his life nowadays. What was important that he was here, and that maybe he’d help Manami out.  “It’s been so long!” He said cheerfully, laughing a little as if he wasn’t currently buried in sand, and it was a normal conversation. 

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🚴 o1.

Sangaku:  山 = san (“mountain”) ; 岳 = gaku (“point”, peak", “mountain”) Manami:  真 = ma(koto) (“true”, “reality”) ; 波 = nami (“wave”, “billows”) Sangaku was named after his father, who died before the boy was even born. His father had a private love for mountains, often planning climbing expeditions to reach higher and higher peaks. A flighty man, his mother often speaks mockingly of his memory and how she always said he would end up dying young if he kept up his habits. However, it wasn’t a mountain or some kind of crazy journey that killed him, but rather a car accident -- head on collision with a drunk driver. Sangaku was named after his father’s love of mountains, and his mother’s hope that he would share the same dream of climbing. 

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who let me muse a literal angel this is wrong on so many levels-- hiya guys! this is cel with yet another muse, this time from a different sports anime that i was unfortunately dragged into by coughbunnycough. anyways i dunno why i’m musing someone so nice without being shy, i really don’t.  just go ahead and give this post a like if you want a little starter to come meet this angelic cyclist. capping at four, cannot guarantee your muse will leave void of tire tracks on their shorts. cast mates not included. cast mates let me annoy you please.

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I’ve been waiting for crying manami for so long oh my god??

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Conclusive proof that manami swings both ways.