Prompt. If you are taking requests, if you please. If not, just ignore this. ^^" Ima/Niji: In which the two meet during middle school and Imayoshi tries to make Nijimura open up to him.
// No worries Nonny~ I am still taking requests! Sorry it took so long to get this done after my hiatus though~ I’ve been working through this one for a couple days because I came up with a few ideas how this could go~ Feel free to request again especially if this doesn’t meet what you expected ;u; //
Thwack. Crash. Crunch.
Well that wasn’t a pleasant sound Imayoshi was glad he sent his team away take the bus home, he’d talked to the coaches and said he wanted to stay behind and coordinate a few practice matches, since they had the team meeting already there was no objections. Despite it being their last year in middle school fighting like this wasn’t where he expected to find the former captain of Teiko. A few minutes passed and the fox was waiting almost dutifully by the entrance at the side of the building. Once it was quiet he pushed himself off the wall and turned into the alley walking over his normal smirk on his lips “Ara? Ya know most athletes try’n avoid fights like this so they don’t lose their reputation Nijimura.”
The power forward sighed and glanced at who it was, he knew of Imayoshi having played him a few times over the years before the first years took over. Nijimura wiped his hands off and shrugged “I have one kohai who stirs up trouble like crazy, he had to leave the team… So I don’t want to deal with the headache of this trash trying to pick on the team… So I took on garbage duty, pretty sure that our captain knows and just doesn’t care…” He smiled bitterly despite himself, honestly being a pawn was not something he got warm and fuzzy from thinking about.
Chuckling the captain shook his head “I can understand that, ya wanna make sure to keep the team from turnin’ on that kohai. Still don’t get hurt over this.” Pulling out a handkerchief the fox blotted the corner of Nijimura’s mouth dabbing away the blood there. The former captain batted his hand away, not trusting the other’s motives, there was no way this fox had waited for him just to talk about this and he walked over to scoop up his gym bag.
Sensing those thoughts the smirk grew a bit and he said “Let’s get something to eat from the food stall and chat a bit. I really hate seeing one of my favorite rivals in such a rut~ And ya can’t for a minute make me believe that it’s all from ya kohai. After all you’re the type ta put on airs for the team, but never let go unless something in the back was breakin’.”
Nijimura frowned a bit, but didn’t reject the offer… Maybe talking to someone would be a good change of pace… Even if that someone was this sly fox. Who knows maybe by the end of the chat they can arrange for Teiko’s second string to play against Imayoshi’s school as their final practice match.
ImaxNiji Imayoshi got stood up and somehow Nijimura who just got off his shift coming for dinner could tell he was upset and joins him. They spend the night together and somehow Niji became most important and precious, though he was gone when Imayoshi woke up he left a warm feeling and his number?
“Hey, you look lonely.”
“That so?” Imayoshi raises an eyebrow and takes another drag on his cigarette.
“Yeah.”
This person is surprisingly blunt; how interesting. He’s not bad-looking, either, come to think of it, actually better looking than that guy from the dating site. Perhaps this might be a good opportunity.
He takes out a cigarette of his own and sticks it in his mouth; Imayoshi leans over and lights it with his own.
“Thanks.”
“You got a name?”
“Yeah. I’m Nijimura. You?”
“Imayoshi.”
They stand in silence, staring out at the side street. Imayoshi drops the butt of his cigarette and grinds the ember out with the heel of his shoe.
“So, Imayoshi, are you lonely?”
Imayoshi laughs at his directness. “Not particular, now that I’ve found myself in pleasant company.”
*
They end up at Imayoshi’s place, clothing scattered on the floor and kisses scattered to skin. Nijimura’s mouth is good for more than talking and his large hands are adept. It’s good; it’s great; it might be a bit reckless to say it’s the best Imayoshi’s ever had but it’s definitely near the top.
*
He wakes up to nothing, a silent apartment, his own clothes still on the floor but nothing else. He pads out to the living room; it couldn’t have been a dream.
It wasn’t. On the table is a note with a phone number and a promise to do this again some time.
Ima/Niji: In which the two meet during middle school and Imayoshi tries to make Nijimura open up to him.
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The first-year starter on Teikou is a forward. He’s big enough to be a forward at the high school level, probably—in height if not in muscle. He’s gaining, though, and he might just be on the level of Imayoshi’s most adorable kouhai, even if he’s not as cute. He’s already angry, and not in the typically I’m-twelve-and-whining way. It’s certainly interesting, and Imayoshi intends to know more about him. After all, if he’s going to assemble a team of the best players when he gets to high school, this kid might be a good addition.
Imayoshi doesn’t intimidate the kid (Nijimura is his name); Teikou wins. Hanamiya seethes; it’s not attractive—Imayoshi pats him on the head and he gets angrier. Teasing him is so easy that it’s almost not fun. Imayoshi has no time for that, quickly showering and dressing, intent on finding Nijimura.
He’s not easy to miss, standing at the vending machine. Imayoshi slips up and puts enough coins in the machine for two bottles of Pocari, purchases them, and hands one to Nijimura with a smile.
“What’s that for?” he says. He scowls; his lip curls intensely the way it did on the court when he was driving past Imayoshi.
“Congratulations on your victory, Nijimura-kun,” Imayoshi says.
“Who the hell told you my name?”
“The rosters are publicly available,” says Imayoshi. “Do you not know mine? I’m Imayoshi Shouichi.”
He holds out his hand. Nijimura glares at it for a second and then slowly extends his own. Their eyes lock as they shake firmly. Nijimura still seems wary. It’s a shame; there clearly isn’t enough time to get him to open up today (the team will probably be leaving soon and Imayoshi doesn’t want to miss the opportunity to get Hanamiya’s opinion on a few plays that were definitely not executed well enough). At the very least he ought to make sure that Nijimura remembers him. Their hands are still clasped firmly, and Imayoshi pulls Nijimura’s up quickly to his lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.
Nijimura punches the air where Imayoshi’s face had been a moment ago; he’s quickly making his escape (and it was narrow; the boy really does have good reflexes). That should be memorable enough.
