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[maddymaycreates]

Boueibu Shipping Week Day 1

First time

First time in a public bath, that is.

[ioryuu]

Boueibu shipping week day 6: Tomorrow

Io can continue working tomorrow

[vagarius]

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for @boueibushippingweek Day 1, Prompt 1 - First Time (first time really seeing someone)

Title: ties (the piano-concert type)

Summary: They meet at a concert. (En/Akoya)

(en just really likes music okay)

[otakushrew]

First time can mean first time they met, right?

“Chichiue, do you really hafta go?” The little girl asked, gripping her father’s hand just a little tighter as brown eyes stared into green.

“Yes, dear,” Her father replied, giving his firstborn’s hand a reassuring squeeze, “but I’ll be back in a few hours. Trust me, by then, you won’t even have noticed I’d left.” Her response was a pout, making him chuckle as they entered the schoolyard for the first time.

“What if you’re wrong?” The question came out so quietly, he had almost not heard it.

“Sakunami Makoto, I promise you there is nothing to be afraid of here. You’re a strong, energetic girl and everyone else here is just as nervous as you are.” He said firmly, in the same tone he used when instructing students at the family dojo. She didn’t look too convinced, but she at least took his words into consideration as she nodded.

“Okay...” Makoto murmured, taking one last deep breath before letting go of her father’s hand and walked into the school with her head held at least somewhat high.

It was around lunchtime when it happened. Makoto sat by herself, unpacking the bento her mother had made for her when she was approached.

“Hi there,” they said, “Want to eat lunch together?” She looked up, blinking at the stranger who spoke their request with such ease. It was a boy, smiling at her as he held his own bento in front of him.

“O-ok...” Makoto nodded, motioning to the seat across from her. She’d never seen a smile so bright before as the boy unpacked his lunch upon sitting down.

“U-um...” She mumbled, taking a quick breath before steeling herself. It was only polite to introduce oneself, after all, before asking the name of another. But the boy seemed to beat her to the punch, golden-hazel eyes almost mirroring his smile as he spoke.

“My name is Kinugawa Atsushi, what’s yours?” He asked.

“Sakunami Makoto. It’s nice to meet you, Kinugawa-san.” She replied, bowing her head politely. He pouted a little at that.

“We’re only kids, you don’t have to be so formal...” Atsushi said. The look on his face, combined with the tone in which he voiced his complaint, made Makoto giggle.

“’Kay, then...Atsushi.” She said, smiling.

Afterwards, they were rarely seen apart. By the time Makoto’s father returned to bring her home, Atsushi was introducing her to his parents. Sakunami Toshihiro, refined martial artist he was, refrained from smacking his forehead and instead settled for grumbling under his breath in his wife’s native language.

[ioryuu]

Boueibu shipping week day 3: Secrets

Hiding away in the closet is considred a secret right?

[ioryuu]

Boueibu shipping week day 4: Lost

Io is quite proud of himself

[ioryuu]

Boueibu shipping week Day 2 : Summer fun

Who doesn’t love ice cream on a hot summer day

[vagarius]

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another fic for @boueibushippingweek, this time it’s enryuu

title: parts

summary: "I don't know," En answers, because he really doesn't. "Probably from the part of me that likes you." (En/Ryuu slice of life drabble, they fly kites)

for Day 2, Prompt 1 - Summer Fun (this very loosely fits the prompt under the assumption that this does, indeed, take place in summer)