together, we can win!

teshima junta {affiliated with toshi city]

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{fallen angel // OPEN}

Teshima fought against the pain, swallowing his dignity as he tried to hoist himself up, only to fall back down to his knees. He glanced at the person who saw him fall, though avoided meeting their gaze.

"Do you mind helping me up? ...It seems I pulled something."

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(( I'll get to replies/maybe make a starter by tomorrow!! ☆〜（ゝ。∂）))

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it's happening {aoyagi + teshima}

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He barely had the chance to respond to Teshima’s words when he felt their lips meet. Although long enough to brush his own back in return, it was only brief, and the sensation of warmth left him almost as abruptly as it’d come, causing his eyelids to fluttered open lightly. Sure, they were positioned just a little closer than the usual set of friends, and they had shared certain contacts here and there in the past…What shocked him most though wasn’t the action itself. Rather, it was the expression on Teshima’s face afterwards. 

Over the years, he’d come to see many different sides of Teshima. He could even confidently say he saw some most would never see in their lifetime; But the image of the curly-haired rider that he knew best was the one that carried himself with a charisma unique only to him. Coupled with the skill to initiate and change the atmosphere around him to his liking, it was thanks to these characteristics that even Aoyagi, who never exactly prided himself in his conversational abilities, could feel so included without even having to open his mouth. 

—Yet here he was now, hesitant, undeniably flustered, and growing redder by the second. 

"My first kiss…" Retracting his arm as he spoke, he pulled a hand back to touch the tips of his digits to his mouth. Moments had passed since Teshima’s left it, but the feeling it left behind had yet to fade. 

…

It…It was stolen by Junta!!

It was a muse, of course, betrayed by the little smile that managed to peek its way through fair-skinned fingertips. He was happy, incredibly happy. To think Teshima trusted the strength of their bond enough to share such a gesture between them, with the intent of comforting him. How couldn’t he have been? 

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After a long moment, Teshima's jittering nerves started to settle. He saw the small smile through Aoyagi's pale fingers, just like he saw all of the subtle gestures his friend made. He watched the minute changes in Aoyagi's expression: the way the creases of shock soon smoothed out, a sereneness glazing over his youthful skin, glowing with an underlying joy. 

He was too caught off guard by the sudden rush of excitement and acceptance to initially notice the gravity of Aoyagi's words. But they soon sunk in, and Teshima's eyes widened. First kiss...? That was his first kiss?

Teshima was about to blurt out a half-hearted apology when he realized: it was his first kiss, too. 

His fingers jumped to his lips, mirroring Aoyagi. His nerves began to rev again, but instead of nervousness, he felt relieved. There would be no one more fitting for his first kiss than Aoyagi. They've shared so much  of their lives with each other, it seemed natural that their relationship would progress to something like a kiss. The more he thought about it, the more pleased he was with his choice. 

Teshima laughed, his hand falling away.

"I'm glad I did that."

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I’m sorry, Aoyagi.

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(( ICON CHANGE :') ))

[sekaiichiyaoi]

こびつ

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i’ve been reading yowamushi pedal

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(( THAT EPISODE....... the T2............ lays down ))

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munday!

look at me. im cute as hell.

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it's happening {aoyagi + teshima}

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Although the colour hadn’t left it completely, with his gesture being so easily received, it allowed his complexion to lighten considerably. He found that Teshima’s body was warm, and he could have almost sworn he could feel the thumping of his heart, echoing the feelings overflowing from his own.

That’s right. During the days he spent in despair over his seemingly never-changing record of losses, it was as if time had froze for him; never improving, never moving forward. Back then, it had been Teshima to bring light back into his world. Together, they, a pair of completely average cyclists, rode their way through effort and perseverance to the winners podium. Teshima was his first and most precious friend, and the first person to believe in his cycling. This sort of position, this sort of closeness— When you shared as deep as the one they did, it felt like almost the most natural thing in the world to be doing. 

"…! You, rode too…" He stumbled over his words, for more reasons than one. Visibly quite flustered at that, he removed his forehead and pushed his face lower, replacing the lost contact with a nudging of his nose into the other’s cheek in order to hide it. 

"Are you okay, Teshima?" 

Pale fingers brushed absently at curled hair where they met. He knew more than anyone that the ever-analysing Teshima was a capable rider, and smart beyond belief, but he also knew of his tendency to push his limits. Especially if it was for his sake. 

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Teshima closed his eyes for the moment, soaking it up. He breathed in Aoyagi’s presence, so familiar and comforting, unparalleled to any other person's in his life. He sensed their inhales and exhales syncing as the instant stretched on, and Teshima reveled in the gentle breeze of breath on his skin. His lids lifted leisurely as Aoyagi shifted, the muscles of his cheek smiling against the bulb of his partner’s nose.  Teshima felt a lightness begin to take over his nerves, a dispersing of sensation as Aoyagi’s closeness weighed on him.

He parted his lips, and his fingers continued to message the soft skin underneath his tips. Teshima could have laughed, a blanket of selfishness resting on his shoulders. How lucky he was to be the target of Aoyagi’s worries, his words, his touch. Teshima didn’t take his privilege lightly. After races, Teshima listened for the awestruck whispers exclaiming how impressive their brand of teamwork was. He ravished the glances others, laced with confusion and awe as he deciphered Aoyagi’s curt nods, his subtle gestures.  

“I’m okay.” Teshima beamed softy. “I’m great.” The kneading of his fingers grew more languid, the heel of his palm beginning to rub an even greater expanse of Aoyagi’s thigh. Teshima wanted to dispel Aoyagi’s apprehensions just like he alleviated his, though he couldn’t help himself from taking an even greater measure of action than affirming words and reassuring touches.

He tilted his head, catching Aoyagi’s lips with his own. He noted the softness, the small hint of saltiness left by sweat from their ride. Once again he felt a ripple of lightness, a rush of pure sensation as he added more pressure before hesitating and  pulling back.

A blush began to bloom across Teshima’s face. His heart jumped in fluttery, rapid beats. “I hope that was okay with you—”

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(( "when their tires touch" you mean when their dingles touch amirite ))

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it's happening {aoyagi + teshima}

Sure, they may always be seen side-by-side, but that didn’t mean Aoyagi didn’t get flustered when it came to the more— Intimate of moments they shared. That’s why now, finding himself with Teshima’s lips pressed so delicately to his thighs, he couldn’t help the blush that came to his cheeks, and he certainly couldn’t help the way the colour seemed only to deepen as time passed. 

Nothing’s been pulled, everything’s working the way it should. See? It’s fine, Teshima, really. 

The blond hesitated for a moment, but then moved forward to slide his arms smoothly, carefully around the slope of his friend’s shoulders, while pressing his forehead until it met gently with another. 

He’d never been good with words, and they both knew it; but if there was anything thing he could do, even the smallest of gestures, to dispel some of those feelings Teshima felt, he’d do anything. 

…You worry too much.

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Teshima breathed slowly as Aoyagi drew near. He kneaded his fingers into the other boy's skin, half reflexive, half intentional, his heart racing at their close proximity. Even when they were on their bikes, glued together, Teshima was comfortable, yes, but never truly calm. When their tires touched, something would stir in Teshima, flow through his veins. He felt that same wave of emotion as Aoyagi broke through personal space and entered them into their own world.

This is it. This is what life’s about. Forget the individual fame he sought out before high school, chasing Imaizumi’s coattails. No amount of broken personal records could compare to the feeling of genuinely connecting with someone, syncing up with their mind, body, heart, and soul.

Teshima could feel the heat radiating onto his cheeks from Aoyagi’s, and he grounded himself on the sensation of their foreheads resting on each other’s, skin against skin. He smiled at the way their hair fell together, the tickle of Aoyagi’s brown locks most likely mirrored with his own black waves.

  “I can’t help it. I’m a thinker.”

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(( GOD DAMN IT i was writing a reply and my laptop shut down.......... orz ))

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(( jam on junta i am so ))

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stay cool-!! { Rise + Teshima}

It was a nice, cool evening as Teshima made his way back from the convenience store, arms filled with snacks for Aoyagi and Onoda to share with him. He had his music turned up high, the singer's voice swirling around his head as he stepped to the beat. Her voice was gripping, one of those voices that could make anything sound great. He's only discovered her a week ago so her name always slipped his mind. What was it again...? Rise..? He shrugged to himself, enjoying the song anyway.

Man, these headphones are so good! Really clear, like I'm actually at a concert! Hah, jeez. I can almost picture the singer in like she's right there!-- right...there...?

Wait.

Teshima squinted in the distance. He dropped his food. That is her! Right there--! A real live idol!

"R-Rise...!"

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Kiss me, quick!

9. Thighs

Teshima knelt next to Aoyagi, who was settled on the couch. He placed a gentle hand on his thigh and strewn his brows together. 

"Are you sure you're okay? Nothing's been pulled?" Teshima looked at his fingers resting on his friend's pale skin, absently tracing the hem of the other teen's shorts. He couldn't help but worry. He knew Aoyagi was a strong, smart cyclist, and that they didn't ride for that long or hard - but after their race against the first years, Teshima was nervous that they were more prone to pulling muscles again. His heart squeezed as he thought back to the race, his face pinching at the memory. After a sigh, Teshima leaned his head down and pressed his lips to Aoyagi's thigh. I don't want you to hurt again.

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{ Aoyagi and Teshima }

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"Yeah…" Aoyagi scrunched up the bridge of his nose, realising his failure to mention the fact they shared a living space with their bespectacled first-year climber, notorious for his love of anime. He could pretty much guess his friend’s thoughts from there. 

"…Imaizumi, Naruko, Onoda…" He listed off, "Makishima-san was here too." 

There was no mention of Tadokoro, but it was probably evident from the disappointment that had snuck its way into his expression that he hadn’t shown up in the city yet. His voice trailed off, and he settled with rubbing a hand at the nap of his neck to fill the silence.

With his…rather short-winded explanation done and over with, he ushered Teshima along lightly, moving past Onoda’s room and to the empty one next to it. It was much more plain in comparison. If he’d known Teshima was coming so soon, he would have gotten him a poster to help make the atmosphere feel much more familiar…He made a mental note to stop by the music store in the near future. 

This ones yours.

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"Wow," Teshima rubbed his arm. There was always a rush of nerves when you spotted someone you knew in a strange place, let alone four or so. "Figures all the first years would be here," he laughed, a little bitterly. "I do hope Tadokoro comes, though." From the look on Aoyagi's face, Teshima could tell he agreed. He gave a small smile, one that said well at least we're together, right?

He broke his gaze away from Onoda's room to follow Aoyagi to the empty one waiting for him. With one peek into his new room, Teshima knew he was going to have a good time. Blank canvases like this were a world of opportunity, varying possibilities laid out before him.  

"It's perfect."

He set his speaker and iPod on the floor, plugging them in before scrolling for a song. Once the tune started up, Teshima bopped his head lightly to the beat. He stepped further into the room, arms akimbo.

"You'll help me decorate, right? You always have great taste."