I hope someone out there is happy to see this😂
Genuinely my fav series but there's so little out there :')

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I hope someone out there is happy to see this😂
Genuinely my fav series but there's so little out there :')
heres my odd taxi ship opinion chart that no one asked for template under the cut
imanakas for well. @imanaka !!
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Mabo x Ima because despite being captain and coach from different teams they can share humor and birthday somehow. Though some team members see and can't believe their eyes in the end TakaSaku seeing it while trying not to be seen would be a plus x3
Shouichi’s too quick for his own good; he’s already showered and changed and Masaaki’s still reviewing plays outside the locker room.
“Happy birthday, Darling,” Shouichi says, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Masaaki presses firmly on his chest, pushing him away. “Do you know where we are?”
Shouichi shrugs. “I’m legal now, you know. I reckon it should be fine.”
Shouichi’s too smart for shit like this; he knows that a birthday makes no difference in how their relationship is perceived—they’ve done things before now, certainly, and there will always be a thirty-year age gap between them, and Masaaki’s a coach and Shouichi is a player (even if he doesn’t play for Shutoku, he’s still a high school basktball player).
“It’s my birthday, too; did you forget?”
Masaaki sighs. “Can’t it wait?”
Shouichi mock-pouts; it’s not cute on him at all. “Fine, but this is against my better judgment,” says Masaaki.
“Ooh, Darling, you always say the sweetest things.”
Masaaki leans down and captures Shouichi’s lips in his; it’s meant to be fleeting but Shouichi grabs his tie and pulls him closer, tongue entering Masaki’s mouth and trailing over his teeth and damn. It’s been too long.
They’re interrupted by the creak of one of the locker room doors; Masaaki swiftly turns—it’s Takao; there go their chances of not being found out. His eyes are practically bugging out.
“I, ah..” Masaaki starts.
“What are you going to do?” says Shouichi, lips curling into a half-sneer.
“I wasn’t planning on doing anything,” says Takao.
“That’s good,” says Shouichi. “I reckon bad things might happen if you did.”
Masaaki places a hand on Shouichi’s shoulder; as much as he does not want to be found out he doesn’t want any of his students threatened, either.
“Yes, Darling?”
“I wish you wouldn’t call me that.”
Takao slams the door behind him.
“Where were we?” says Shouichi, turning back to Masaaki and running his hands up his chest—damn, that feels good but this is not the time.
“Later,” says Masaaki. “You know where to find the spare key.”