Contributor Spotlight #13
As we launch into our creation period, we’d like the chance for you to get to know the creators and contributors involved in making this zine happen. For that reason, we will be posting bi-weekly Contributor Spotlights, which will showcase the past works of Limitless Zine contributors.
They’re all amazing creators with amazing talent, so please show them your support!
“Actually for three or four years I avoided KnB but then in just one night I get hooked because I love this boy so much. I’m so happy and honored that I can be a part of Limitless Zine! For me KnB is perfect the way it is and I don’t hope for more official continuation BUT I do want to see more possibilities in KnB universe by the fans!!! So I hope more people can support the Zine along the way!”
“Among their many hobbies and interests, Bent is particularly fond of lying despondently in bed, a single tear trickling down while thinking of AkaMido, as rain falls outside and sad music plays in the background. They’d like to personally fight Tadatoshi Fujimaki for being the puppetmaster that cursed their dick.”
Spring is not a melancholic season by nature – in reference to both public perception and the science involved, life blooming anew in the wake of a harsh winter – but with the senior’s graduation waiting in the days ahead, he sought to honor them with Chopin’s subtle grace. Like an inhale drawn out, sliding slow as dew drops from a leaf.
They might regard the choice as another of his eccentricities (“it’s a graduation, not a mass funeral, Midorima”) and his mentorship with them might have been turbulent at best; it does little to erase how they had fought for victory alongside him in the stadium and, just as importantly, in the practice gymnasium. Midorima’s respect is difficult to earn, and when it does it is rightfully given.
So, Chopin. Chopin until the relative quiet of the music room is disturbed by the click of the doorknob, followed by light but brisk footsteps, as if their owner is small in stature and commanding all the same. Only one person fits the description perfectly, not that said person is ever very far from Midorima’s mind.
“Midorima,” says Akashi. Not Shintarou, Midorima notes with conflicting sentiments, and while his fingers halt in the midst of Chopin his heart screams Vivaldi.
(Trite, saccharine, and ill-fitting, and still achingly joyous.)
He turns to that voice because it is polite to address a visitor, and because he cannot do otherwise, a sunflower unable to resist the pull of daylight. In the dim glow of the afternoon filtering through the room’s solitary window Akashi is unchanged from their last meeting, aside for the length of his hair. His bangs have grown back since December.
“You aren’t in Kyoto,” says Midorima, more of an observation than a greeting.
“I was told I’d find you here,” says Akashi, a deflection, as he steps towards the piano and towards Midorima. “I have the day off, so to speak, and Tokyo is inviting this time of year.”
“So you thought to ambush me at my school.”
“I thought to visit an old friend.”
— Excerpt from Equinox [AO3]