#makitou

[tamamushipedal]

This Drama CD came with Yowamushi Pedal Limit Break DVD Vol. 3, and it's Makishima and Toudou's Spare Bike #81～83.

Please buy your own copy to support this series. And let's spread the word to get more people interested, so maybe we can get another movie or season.

Iei Digi - Japanese Title: 巻島&東堂 決意の夏祭り Spare Bike #81～83...

Japanese Title: 巻島&東堂 決意の夏祭り Spare Bike #81～83 translated in English:...

[rin-hanarin]

Glory Line is good and gave me everything I could hope for.

[chensim3]

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[porco-galliard]

[spaceyhibiscus]

Toudou!! is joining the weird stripe fashion I am so pleased!!

I saw his outfit in the manga where the stripes are a bit more pronounced but either version: toudou, maki-chan’s fashion sense is rubbing off on you :^)))

[ramureii]

i really like the idea of yuusuke being in a trance/drunk, and feeling so in love and giving jinpachi a kiss out of happiness and jinpachi just gets so flustered.

my favourite part: yuusuke doesn’t remember a thing when he wakes up afterwards

[matsinko]

(a toumaki drabble for madi @paladiknightleorio 💛)

The ding-dong sound echoes in the almost empty, grey-and-white corridors and Makishima pauses his music with a sigh.

“British Airways flight number BA7816 from London Heathrow to Tokyo International Airport will be further delayed due to the blizzard.” The woman’s voice sounds tired, it drags out of the intercom and echoes off the walls. She has probably been stuck here for a long time, like all of them. “All passengers—“

Makishima presses the button on his earphones and the music plays again, drowning the rest of the message. It’s one of his new classical favourites - a soft, modern piece that distracts his mind when he’s stressed.  

He stares ahead and out of the huge ceiling-high window, towards the dark sky, the wild swirl of snow and the barely visible runaway lights. Not a single airplane has been allowed to take off in the past 13 hours and Makishima feels his disappointment weighing him down on the uncomfortable metal seating.

His thumb keeps moving over the smooth surface of his phone screen, itching to unlock it and check the one notification that really matters. The unread message from last week has been the only thing on his mind, yet he can never quite gather strength to read it.

The wind blows so strong, Makishima can hear the hissing sound between songs, when one fades into another. Outside, the snow keeps falling like it’s mocking him and the one time he decided to be brave.

He checks the sterile-white clock behind him and his stomach drops as he sees it’s now past 12.

It’s officially the 25th of December and he’s at the last place he’d wanted to be - in a too-brightly lit, cold airport, his plans falling apart at his feet, just like the melting ice in his untouched drink. He ordered a hot one and he isn’t sure how it got messed up, but he didn’t complain, so now it sits on his bright green suitcase, drops of condescension sliding down the plastic cup and pooling around it. It will leave a smudge.

His presses the home button of his phone without meaning to and it comes to life. His lock screen photo catches his eyes and he lifts his phone, staring. Makishima has seen this photo a thousand times, he has taken the damn photo, yet it still holds his gaze as if it has magical powers.

It’s Toudou—it’s always him—it’s Toudou on his bike, his back to the camera, nimble finger pointing at the top of the mountain that spreads above him like it’s in the sky. His hair falls around his face, damp strands, that have escaped his hairband, stick to his forehead and his cheeks are flushed red in exertion.  

Makishima remembers the day like it was yesterday, still so bright and vivid in his mind. The fading afternoon heat, the last August days they spent racing each other before Makishima moved to England. He remembers everything about Toudou - the high, sweet ring of his voice, the way his hair escaped his hairband without him noticing, and how sweaty his palms were when they gripped at Makishima after they reached the top, hot around his back.

Two boys at the top of the mountain, like nothing could bring them down.

He closes his eyes and swallows, his fingers curling into a fist around his phone. His emotions raise inside him, pushing at his ribcage until he feels too small, too insignificant to hold all that in.

Toudou always made him—feel. But he never knew what to do with it. It scared him, left him feeling vulnerable and shaken, so he hid - behind his studies, behind England, behind 10 000 kilometres.

But ever since the flicker of his phone, announcing that first LINE message from Toudou, at 4 AM nearly 2 years ago, he knew he’d need to face what he felt sooner or later. It couldn’t be wrong—this couldn’t be wrong—the gentle fluttering of happiness in his chest with each message, with each call.

So maybe he always knew, maybe he knew what the unread message on his phone would say ever since he first laid his eyes on Toudou and his bright, piercing eyes, ever since Toudou called him “Maki-chan” and raced him to the top of the mountain, ever since he looked at him like they were equals, with all the honesty and tender openness that’s just so intrinsic for Toudou.

The voice over the intercom startles him and he realizes his music has faded to nothing.

“Attention, please. Flights will resume in the next hour. We kindly ask all passengers to check the boards and head towards the designated gates.”

His breath catches in his throat and his heartbeat picks up to a steady thrum in his chest.

Maybe he’ll never be ready.

Maybe he’s too small for feelings so big.

But he always knew.

His fingers uncurl from around his phone and he unlocks it, tapping the green message icon, squeezes his eyes shut and taps on it.

Another message over the intercom bounces off the quiet corridors, announces that a flight for Sofia will shortly begin boarding, and the snow keeps falling, softly now, slower, and Makishima’s heart flutters in his chest as the snowflakes meet the runaway.

So maybe he always knew. Maybe he’ll never be ready, but he wants—oh how he wants. So he forces his eyes open and lets the words steal his breath, lets them shake his small world big.

Toudou Jinpachi 4:23 you must know 4:23 maki-chan you must know how i feel 4:24 i 4:46 maki-chan i love you

[shinytranslations]

by 休止中 

Hoo boy, so this is part 1 of an 8 part series! We’ll see if I’ll one day translate it all, perhaps if there’s enough demand for it. But for now, enjoy a different artist’s take on the climber family!

※Translated and reposted with the artist’s permission※

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