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There is a stranger standing in his living room.

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Synopsis: Yn Ln is an environmentalist - Miyagi University’s very own campus ‘Green Thumb.’ One day Hinata Shōyō who happens to be a close friend of Yn invites here to come to one of his races. The only problem is that this race of his, is illegal. Read the journey of Yn who has been sucked into the world of illegal street racing with the one goal: to create an eco-friendly race car.

WC: 1.2K

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The Grand King 

You were wrong. His personality was not at all that wonderful. You cannot tell what you prefer, knowing his real personality and now disliking him or not knowing him and being able to admire from a distance. Sure, first impressions are hard to pull off but he really took bad first impressions to the next level. 

Shōyō was giggling, he loves your enigmatic story times. ‘We wanted to congratulate you and I wanted to get on with the eco car but no! I just had to bump into that guy! That stupid Grand King or whatever. And after I fell he had the audacity to look me in the eye and scoff as if I were causing him problems! Oh and don't get me started on the eye roll he gave me as I got up! It was so over the top and obvious! It was like he tried to piss me off! So I decided to ignore it for the good of humanity and then get this! He looked me up and down and said: maybe if you were cuter this wouldn’t have happened,’ you pause to take a breath, ‘can you believe this Shōyō? Who is this arrogant bastard? He’s horrible!’ 

‘Aw am I really that horrible? Sorry darling, but someone gotta tell you the truth. We aren’t all cut out to be models.’ You whip your head around to be met with none other than the Grand King himself. 

Still boiling with rage you look him up and down before saying ‘Last time I checked this garage was for Karasuno not Aoba whatever.’ 

‘Hmm yeah whatever darling, why are you in here? You’re not a part of Karasuno-‘ before he could finish, Daichi cut him off.

‘Actually, Oikawa, they are. Yn is a part of our mechanic and design team.’

Oikawa looks back at you in surprise, there was no way someone like you could be performing illegal activities, but then again, you cannot judge a book by its cover.

‘Is there a reason you’re here, Oikawa?’

‘Ah my little Tobio! How I've missed beating you at every single race. So, King, how are you? After all, I’m wasting my time to visit you. You don't have to say it, I’m a great upperclassman, I know.’ Kageyama just scowls in response. ‘Hmmm? No response. Too bad. Guess I'll be leaving. Hope you all didn't miss me too much. I sure as hell didn't miss any of you! Toodles.’ And with that, he turns on his heels and leaves. 

You look at Kageyama and see him clenching his fists with a prominent scowl, you hesitantly approach him. ‘Kageyama, are you okay?’

‘Don’t let him get to you, Kageyama! You’re a great driver!’ 

‘Stupid! Hinata, stupid!’ 

You look between the two as they start bickering. ‘Huh? Wait- why are you fighting?’

Sugawara pats your shoulder, ‘it’s how they communicate, let them be.’ You nod although your confusion refuses to settle as you see them start to throw bolts at one another.

‘Are they really-‘

‘Yes they’re really fine.’

✄.

‘Shōyō, it is 2am, what diner would be open at this time?’

‘Huh? Heaps of diners are open Yn! You’ll start realising real soon once you’ve come accustomed to all of this. Besides the whole team is meeting there, probably some other races from different crews. The diner owners know we do racing, they don’t mind.’

‘I’m sorry what? They are people who know you do illegal stuff!’ 

‘Why’re you so surprised Yn? The place was founded by drivers after all. It’s literally called The Garage for a reason.’ You sink into the seat in shock, how big is the world of illegal racing? Shōyō shoots you a pointed look. ‘Are you really that surprised?’ You nod your head, too caught up in your own thoughts to properly string together a response.

✄.

‘Well, here we are! The Garage!’ The exterior looks nice enough, but even so it definitely screams I’m a part of something illegal. If you were looking for something illegal this would definitely be the place to question locals and potential suspects. ‘C’mon Yn, it's not that bad. It’s pretty neat inside!’

Cautiously, you follow Shōyō inside where you are met with surprising decor. You smile at the sight, Shōyō was right, it is not bad - it is much, much better than you ever would have expected. You felt as if you were a part of a retro movie. There is a jukebox off the corner of the small stage at the back. The walls are coated in vinyls, old racing magazines and papers and not to mention the checkered booths that sat around the diner’s perimeter. Though, what really set the mood was not the soft beat of an Elvis Presley song playing in the background, but the smell of freshly baked pizza and garlic bread wafting through the air. Maybe you could get used to this illegal of sorts lifestyle. 

The calls of the Karasuno team pulls you out of your trance. ‘Oi, Hinata, Yn. Over here!’ You look to your left and see Sugawara smiling brightly while waving you over. You cannot help but smile back as Shōyō and yourself make your way over to the assigned table. 

‘Yn, let me introduce you to the team you will be working with to create the eco car,’ says Daichi as he stands up and begins to lead you away from your table, ‘your team is sitting in this booth right here. You’ve already met Asahi and Yachi. I'll let everyone fill you in and then the lot of you can spend the next hour or so getting to know each other and working on a plan.’

You slide in next to Yachi who - compared to when she’s in the pits, is a lot calmer. ‘Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Ennoshita Chikara and I work in finance with Sugawara. My duty in this team is to look after the financial aspects of this eco car.’ 

‘Well we’ve met briefly but I’m Asahi and I work in design as an extra. My job is to design the car to make sure not only is it effective in helping the environment but also to make sure it can be used as a race car.’

‘I’m Nishinoya and I’m the mechanic. I'll be doing most of the actual car building and what not. Pleasure to meet ya!’ You lightly smile at Nishinoya’s antics, he somewhat reminded you of Shōyō with all his energy but it was most likely the fact that they were both short. 

‘Nice to meet you away from such a pressuring environment! I’m Yachi but you can just call me Hitoka. I’m one of the managers so I kinda overlook everything. I’m not the most well versed with cars and what not but i should be able to help when it comes to designing and contacts.’ 

You raise your eyebrow at her, ‘contacts did you say?’

‘Yes! This is such a large project I doubt we’d all be able to do it. We have some close contacts in Tokyo who we often host unofficial matches with. All I have to do is send out an invitation and we’ll have some extra hands on deck, hopefully.’

A smile starts etching itself onto your lips and you feel your right leg begin to bounce up and down. You let out a small chuckle before looking up at your team, ‘isn’t this just so exciting?’

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Title: Nights Like This

Cowritten with: @longknj

Word Count: approx 2k

Rating: Angst/Fluff

Warnings: I mean there's a fight but that is about it. 

“Waking up the next morning with Jungkook in your bed wasn’t a surprise”

 I promise it’s a J-Hope Fic 

You denied him first. He simply asked you on a date, the first thing you could do was deny him. You knew that made him insecure. You’d never seen your best friend so broken. Hoseok was never broken, he was always smiling, happy, but once you denied him, everything went downhill. Nothing was the same, he wasn’t your Hoseok anymore. Eventually, his visits became less and less, you were starting to think he moved on. You did, in fact, have feelings for him, but you weren’t ready to share them with him. You didn’t know if you’d ever be ready to share them with him.

{-}

The music filled your apartment as you danced around. The lights were dimmed and curtains wide open. You usually would do this with Hoseok but he seemed to be avoiding you lately. You danced for a while hoping that this would help you forget the fact that he wasn’t there but it only made you feel worse. You couldn't get the image of that day you denied him. How his shine just vanished. Groaning loudly, you threw yourself on the couch and covered your face with your hands. You kicked your legs as if you were throwing a tantrum before you rolled over feeling your body hit the floor. You lifted your head up grabbing your phone tossing it. You really should change your wallpaper if Hoseok wasn’t going to even be your friend anymore. You felt your eyes fill with tears before a knock on the door drew your attention away from your phone screen.

You pushed yourself up off the floor making your way to the door opening it, a smile crept onto your face as you saw the younger boy. “Hi Kookie, What's up?” you looked up at him as he wrapped you in a hug.

“Noona, Namjoon-hyung said that you were upset so they asked if I would bring you some food and make sure you were okay” he smiled brightly, it warmed your heart that he took the time to come and see you. You moved aside letting him into the apartment. He cleared off the counter laying the takeout

You both dugout on the food and cleaned up afterward. Moving over to the living room to get more comfortable. You both spoke to each other about everything. For a moment, you completely forgot everything happening with Hoseok. You liked that Jungkook didn't bring the situation up. You like how he made you smile. You like his smile. His smile brought a certain joy to your face, that's when you did it. You kissed him, you pressed your lips into his bringing yourself into his lap when he didn’t object to you.

[-]

Waking up the next morning with Jungkook in your bed wasn’t a surprise. He’d spent the night many times before. Waking up next to him with only his t-shirt on was another story. You sat up quickly groaning as the light poured into the bedroom through the curtains. You looked down at him, his hair falling into his eyes. You pushed his hair back softly kissing his cheek before walking to the kitchen.

Jungkook walked out a few minutes later in his jeans from the night before and a small smile on his face “Hey.” He spoke softly. Leaning up against your back and putting his arms around your waist. “So about last night.” He peppered kisses against your shoulder.

“Kook, No. It was a one-time thing, we can’t keep doing this” you whispered pulling your body away from him.

He raised an eyebrow “You already denied him y/n” He moved in closer towards you. “Just give us a chance.” Jungkook cupped your cheeks looking down at you. You’d felt his lips brush against yours before you gave in a little kissing him softly.

“Okay, but just one date, we’ll see how it goes from there.” Jungkook smiled and kissed you one more time before pulling away from you. “I'm gonna get ready. I’ll be back later to get you.” He turned and began walking towards the door “Wait Jungkook I have-” before you could finish he had already left the doom “your shirt.”

[~]

You start off with a shower to clean off last nights fiasco. You stood in front of the mirror staring at yourself.  What are you doing y/n? You pinch the bridge of your nose and leave the bathroom. You put on a wine colored dress that would be way too long if you didn't wear heels. It was a long sleeve top that had a low V line and was made with a velvet material. The bottom was made of a satin material that had a slit in the side, exposing your right leg. You added a velvet belt at the top of the skirt to top it off. You put on a pair of black heels that strapped up against your ankle.

You style your hair up and put on matching makeup. You look at your phone seeing a text from Jungkook that he was at the door. You make your way out of your room and over to the front door. You took a deep breath before opening the door. You giggled a little at the huge bouquet of flowers he was holding. You stepped back slightly letting him inside. He set them down on the table while you watched him. His black dress pants hugged his thighs, the white button-down tucked into his pants, his jacket was resting in his arm. You smiled softly before leaning up a bit to brush the hair out of his face before his eyes fell on you.

He looked you up and down. He grabbed your hand and helped you spin “You look stunning y/n.” You couldn’t help smiling big. Why did he make you feel so great? “We should get going.” He began walking still holding your hand, leading you out of the dorms. You couldn’t help but think of Hoseok. You were a little anxious he might see the two of you tonight. You shook the thought away, you were over him. This date was supposed to be good for you to get away from the thought of him. You kept Jungkook close as you walked to the car with him.

He held the door for you when you arrived at the fancy restaurant, he pulled your seat out for you. Did everything a gentleman would do. Everything Hoseok would’ve done. Stop it y/n you’re on a date with someone else, you shouldn’t be thinking like this. You shook the thought away again before smiling softly at Jungkook. “Are you okay?” he questioned, “You seem a bit off” He leaned closer resting the back of his hand on your forehead. You shook your head softly

“I’m fine Kook, thank you for asking” you rested your hand on his softly smiling again before the waiter came to your table. After ordering you and Jungkook began talking about the upcoming school events, he was going on and on about this audition. Your mind began to wonder, but something pulled you away. A familiar voice, well voices. You turned your head slowly only to be greeted with the faces of the other frat boys including Hoseok. To say you were shocked would be an understatement. The boys never came here as just the boys. Your eyes locked with Hoseok’s as the other boys greeted their dates. Hoseok seeming to be the only one without a date.

“Jungkook, you really came here with Jungkook instead of me?” Hoseok questioned standing up. Everything was happening so fast, your whole world felt like it was on a top that had just been spun. You watched Hoseok’s fist swing, you saw Jungkook block the hit. Throwing his own punch at Hoseok. Before you knew it, both of them were on the ground throwing punches at each other. Both getting their fair share of hits. You stood up the alleviate the situation but you were shoved to the side by the other boys as they tore the two apart.

You felt your chest tighten as you tried to breathe. This can't be happening. I shouldn't have agreed to this. You watch as they finally ripped the two from each other's throats. Hoseok's face was covered in blood as well as Jungkook's. Hoseok looks right at you, anger and sadness in his eyes. Your heart ached. Jungkook reached for you from Taehyung’s grasp as you shook your head walking over to your best friend. “You are so incredibly stupid.” You pulled him outside as the boys walked Jungkook out the back. You felt Hoseok yank his arm away from you.

“Why would I go anywhere with you after this?” He looked at you, his eyes still filled with anger as he stopped. “I don’t even want to be near you.” he watched his feet before you took your hands in his.

“Because you’re my best friend and you’re bleeding on your nice shirt now come on and let me help you. Please just let me do this one thing.” You begged him watching his face. He nodded gently as you made your way back to your small apartment.

Halfway to the apartment you took your heels off and held the skirt of the dress with your other hand. You both got into the elevator. Which was a painfully awkward minute for the both of you. You got off and got to your door. Before opening it, you remembered the bouquet of flowers Jungkook had gotten you earlier that night. Shit. You hesitated for a moment.

“Are we going in or what?” He groaned as he stood behind you. Right. You opened the door slowly and entered. Holding the door for him as he walked in. You watched him carefully, you knew how he got when he was angry, he destroyed things. You flinched slightly as the crash watching the flowers fall. You sighed softly shoving him into the bathroom making him sit. “What the hell!” he groaned softly, “How are you supposed to fix me in this dress. Go change, I wouldn’t want to get it dirty.” he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“You know, you’re being really childish!” You exclaimed before storming to your room wincing in pain after stepping on a small shard of glass. You threw your heels at the wall feeling the tears form in your eyes. You stripped yourself of the dress before sitting on your floor to clean your foot up.

You limped over to the bathroom after slipping a t-shirt on. Hoseok noticed the limp, then your foot. “What happened?” he questioned, “Is that why you took so long?” he questioned, his eyes soften, he was slowly becoming your best friend again.

“I stepped in the glass it’s fine.” You whispered dabbing the blood off his face before applying a few band-aids. “There you should be fine,” you whispered softly before turning to walk out, he grabbed your arm softly.

“Did you do it to make me jealous?” He asked looking up at you with his puppy eyes. “Because if you did, it worked.” You were at a loss for words. A part of you wanted to say yes and another wanted to say no. You didn't know what you were doing. It kinda just happened.

You just looked back at him and shrugged. “No, I wasn’t trying to make you jealous, I was trying to forget about you, and your perfect face… and your perfect eyes…” You trailed off a little. “Your perfect lips…” You mutter before he pulled you closer to him.

“Why in hell would you want to forget the perfect lips.” He whispered before he kissed you like he’s never kissed you before.

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Foiltale - Chapter 1

FF.net Link: Chapter 1

"Humans and monsters can get along!"

Chara's body all but froze its ascent as they recognized the voice behind them. "Asriel?" their voice called out, shaky. Chara's mind spun in a whirlwind of questions and emotions- elation, anger, melancholy, confusion, relief. But all too abruptly, their heart settled on shame and Chara suddenly couldn't face Asriel. "I…" Their throat tightened as they remembered the moments leading up to their death, remembered the fighting their combined consciousnesses had during their last moments. The anger and confusion Chara held then as they were attacked and Asriel holding them back with all their might, the searing pain they both felt as the attacks landed but still, Asriel cried out in their soul not to fight back. Then, when all was over and they were dying, the sadness they both felt in knowing this was the end, and they spent their final moments not trying to save Monsters, but fighting like in the legends of old.

As so, Chara couldn't bear to look at their brother as they sat on the bed of flowers. They opened their mouth, but no words passed through the thick lump of emotions in their throat, so after a couple attempts, they just closed it again.

After a few heavy moments passed between them, soft footsteps sounded and Chara flinched when they stopped a foot behind them. Did Asriel hate them? Would he berate Chara's actions? Would their brother—

"Hey, remember when we used to play around here?" Asriel's voice was peaceful as he sat down next to his adoptive sibling.

Chara was taken aback. It took him a couple moments to register what Asriel had said, "W-what?" The human finally turned around and sure enough, Asriel was peering at him with those large, green eyes. He still looked like his eleven-year-old self, except for what looked to be cuts and dust on his green-yellow jumper. In addition, part of his left ear was clipped off and the end looked to be dabbed in dust. Right, one of the villager's swords lopped off part of our ear, Chara recalled darkly.

Asriel repeated himself, bringing Chara back to the present. "I asked if you remembered playing here. Don't tell me being dead affected your hearing; too much dirt in your ears?" Asriel lightly teased, giggling at the deadpan face Chara gave him. Instead of responding, Chara rolled their reddish-brown eyes and turned to look at their surroundings:

It was Home. Well, that's what the city was called when they were alive. Now it looked like run-down ruins and decapitated buildings, ghosts of their former selves. A twinge of sadness filled the human as they recalled their time in the underground metropolis: playing with monster children of all shapes and sizes, laughing freely and forgetting the pain they experienced on the surface in years past. Currently, the two were on the outskirts of Home, on a balcony that overlooked the old city, their old house visible in the center of it all. Chara and Asriel would come here sometimes after playing in a nearby park and just look out. Chara would make a joke about how "everything they could see would ruled by King Asriel" and they'd laugh as Asriel would grow flustered and stammer about how that was a long ways off.

Chara's smile fell as they remembered how that future would never come to be. "Sorry," they said suddenly to the goat next to them.

"For what?" Asriel seemed shocked at the sudden apology.

"What do you mean, ’for what’?" So many things flew through Chara's head at once that they let out an exasperated, "For everything!" The words continued to flow from their mouth. "It's my fault your dead! If I was thinking, I could have separated our souls so only I died, and then you would still be alive and…"

"Chara!" Asriel cut in loudly, effectively stopping his older sibling's ramblings. "It's okay, Chara. I forgive you."

"You… forgive…?" Chara could scarcely believe his own ears. After everything that had happened, Asriel still forgave them?

Asriel nodded. "I understand why you did what you did: with our plan, you were trying to free the Monsters from the Underground. And the reason you wanted to attack those humans on the surface is because you didn't want me to die. But they were scared too, Chara, and that's why they attacked us. So, in the end, even though you want my forgiveness, I think no one is really 'at fault,' and I should be thanking you for trying to protect me!" they finished with a huge grin on their face.

"No one's… at fault…" All Chara could do was echo their brother's words, dumbfounded at his kindness and forgiving nature, even in death. Chara then couldn't help but chuckle, shaking their head. Here they were, ready to accept Asriel's anger, thinking that was nothing short of what they deserved, and the goat was giving him a big, goofy grin as if they had shared some silly joke. Chara turned back to the scenery, unable to keep the smile off their face too – Asriel's good mood was contagious. "You always were a giant softy."

"What?" Asriel scowled. "That's because you were always- wait." Asriel couldn't believe their eyes. "Are... are you crying?"

Chara quickly swerved their face away from the monster's stare. "N-no I'm not!" Though they vehemently denied it, their voice had cracked halfway through.

"You totally are!" Asriel got up and tried to walk around to see.

Chara got up soon after and turned, keeping their face out of sight. "I just said I'm not! Don't say s-stupid things!" Could you blame them though? The amount of relief that washed through Chara's body was overwhelming. It was the weight of his own brother's death, the guilt his soul had felt even past death, the fear of rejection from the sibling he held dear – with their brother's forgiveness, they finally felt free.

....

A while passed and when they finally calmed down, Chara turned back to Asriel, all smiles. "Thanks."

Asriel feigned innocence, grinning cheekily. "For what? Not calling you a crybaby?"

"Oh, that's it! You're gonna get it now!" The two laughed as they ran around the small area overlooking the ruins of Home. The red leaves underneath Chara crunched as they bolted from the buttercup flower patch, running up and down the balcony's length. Finally, Chara grinned wickedly as he cornered Asriel. "You're in for the noogie of a lifetime!" They pounced.

"Wait, Chara! Don't!" Asriel cried, suddenly alarmed.

Chara's outstretched arms reached for their brother's torso, but instead they fell right through and slammed into the stone barrier of the balcony. Before they could even registered what had happened, the balcony's railing gave into the heavy impact, and Chara scrambled backwards just fast enough to watch the weakened stone break and topple down to the cityscape below. Their heart raced a mile a minute upon realizing that they too could have easily tumbled over the side with it. But, but how could that be? They were trying to grab onto their brother, but then they passed through?! What?!

Chara finally turned to find their brother's head hanging low, pointedly avoiding their questioning gaze. The goat's voice came out quiet and apologetic. "Um, Chara? T-there's something we need to talk about…"

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Synopsis: Yn Ln is an environmentalist - Miyagi University’s very own campus ‘Green Thumb.’ One day Hinata Shōyō who happens to be a close friend of Yn invites here to come to one of his races. The only problem is that this race of his, is illegal. Read the journey of Yn who has been sucked into the world of illegal street racing with the one goal: to create an eco-friendly race car.

WC: 1.6K

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0.1 - The Block

It has been a full week since you first watched an illegal car race, a week since you became a part of that crew... a week since you joined the beginning of a revolution. Shōyō promised to pick you up once again at 10:00pm. This time you wore slightly different clothes, they were in your comfort zone and they worked in the racing scene.

A few curt knocks come from behind your door and once you open it you are met with a smiling Shōyō and Sugawara. ‘Ready for your first official night in the Karasuno crew?’ Asks Sugawara, you nod eagerly as you follow them out the door and towards the car.

‘This is my humble car, hope it’s not too underwhelming compared to all the race cars.’ Sugawara’s car is not humble in any way, shape or form. It is a dark as night Mazda RX7.

‘This is your car? Shōyō used it to pick me up last week.’

Shōyō let out a small giggle, ‘about that… I wanted to surprise you so picking you up in my GTR would kinda ruin it.’

‘Aren't these cars expensive? For crying out loud! How’d you get them from illegal street racing?’

‘Well for one, we get heaps of money doing it. People really like bidding and gambling. Two, what you saw last week was not exactly street racing, it was drag. The real competitions are done on the street.’

You don’t reply, instead opting to give a sound of understanding. The car ride is quiet and serene, no noise besides the hum of the car engine and the quiet beats of the low-fi music playing. It is now 11:00 pm and it looks as if the whole world were dead. Sugawara’s RX7 is the only thing that seemingly moves in the dimly lit streets of Miyagi. The moon is bright tonight, almost full. Sometimes all it takes is something small and insignificant to remind you of how magical and ethereal the world really is. You wonder why the boys are so quiet, last time Shōyō chatted your ear off. Maybe there is going to be some tough competition this time round, but it’s only a practice race, right? Maybe you are overthinking things. They probably are just appreciating the night sky or the empty roads which allowed Sugawara to speed ever so slightly.

✄.

As soon as you arrive you notice the venue has a lot more people than last time - racers and spectators alike. ‘Last Wednesday was Karasuno only for no particular reason. Seijoh, Dateko and Shiratorizawa all had a day each as well. It was kinda random. But this week we’re all here.’

‘Including the small fry who don’t really stand a chance, you’ll learn the rules soon enough,’ Sugawara smiles and gives a thumbs up, you reciprocate the action and then the three of you walk to the Karasuno garage.

To say it was lively was an understatement. ‘What’s all this fuss for?’

‘He’s back! The Grand King of Racing is back!’ Shouts a bald guy - one of the ones you have yet to meet. At the mention of this so-called ‘Grand King’, Shōyō visibly straightens up. Is he really that good?

‘Umm, sorry to interrupt but who is this Grand King figure?’

‘Oh! Yn you’re here, good. I’ve had Yachi create an info booklet on everything you need to know. You can read that while we’re prepping for tonight’s race,’ says Daichi.

‘Oh thank you! Good luck everyone, uh I’ll be cheering you on!’ Yachi hands you the booklet and a chorus of thank you’s follow as Sugawara and you were ushered out of the garage.

✄.

Once you and Sugawara take your seats - at the very front bleachers, you decide you would read up on the booklet another day. You instead want to use this time to become more acquainted with Sugawara. ‘So you’re pretty close with all of them at Karasuno, why aren’t you a racer? Or at least something to do with it?’

‘Well for starters Daichi and I grew up together, we’ve been best friends forever. I went to high school with Hinata, Kageyama, Asahi, Tanaka and Noya. Then there’s Yachi, Shimizu, Tsukkishima, Yamaguchi, Ennoshita, Kinnoshita and Narita. They came later on. They’re all great guys and girls. I have a lot of stories with all of them,’ he pauses and lets out a low hum. ‘I was never cut out for racing. I work to look after the Karasuno finances though.’

Just as you were about to reply, the screams of girls fill your eardrums. Why are they so loud? ‘Those are Oikawa’s fans. He might as well be a real celebrity.’ You let out a small laugh at the unamused tone his words held.

‘You’re not a fan huh?’

‘No, I can’t stand that guy! He’s amazing! But we have great players too y’know?’

Oikawa’s car is beautiful, a shining white Chevy Corvette with pale turquoise leaf art. Although it is slightly obnoxious. After all, who races illegally with a white car let alone one with a paint job that glows in the headlights of other cars? In your eyes only an idiot would. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder what this Oikawa looks like. He’s supposed to be God-like right? Otherwise why else would he have so many admirers?

The siren that declares that ‘all cars must get into position’ breaks you out of your thoughts. There are nine cars, two you can recognise from Karasuno.

‘In tonight’s line up we have Captain Daichi and Tanaka from Karasuno! Captain Oikawa and Iwaizumi from Seijoh! Captain Futakuchi and Aone from Dateko! Hayato from Tokonami! Captain Yoshiki from Ohgiminami! And Kazuki from Tsubakihara!’ The area that was dead silent through the announcement suddenly erupted in cheers from spectators. They all moulded together into loud screams, all but one that is. The only clear word - or should you say name - that came over the top of everything else was none other than Oikawa. Everything else was lost in a sea of screams

Tonight’s flag girl walks to the middle of the track and the crowd’s rowdiness only increases. She waves her flag on the way to the lookout and after climbing up she grabs a hold of the megaphone and shouts ‘On your marks… get set.. go!!’ And down went her flag. Without missing a beat all cars zoomed away.

Sure enough, Oikawa is better than the rest. Easily taking the lead and being able to maintain a good speed. The other driver from Seijoh - Iwaizumi you think his name is, is close behind Oikawa. Now you understand why the top four were called the top four. They are exactly that. The other three drivers stand no chance in a race against them. It is cruel, really.

After coming back from dreamland you see Tanaka stuck behind Aone. It looks as if he purposefully moved in front of Tanaka, blocking him from being able to accelerate past and get in the lead. Futakuchi on the other hand was beginning to close in on Iwaizumi with Daichi close behind him.

‘Dateko specialise in blocking, their strategies typically consist of a blocker and a runner. A blocker is what Aone is doing, keeping a steady pace still in the front lines but preventing the opposition from getting in front. For Tanaka to have to deal with that means he’ll be under a lot of pressure and potential guilt. A runner is basically a driver going as fast as they can to the finish line and not having to deal with as many opponents because their teammate, the blocker, has them all held up.’

‘Is Dateko the only team that uses this technique?’

‘No, but they're the only ones to have mastered it. The technique itself is called the Block and Run. A runner has to be a pro at quick turns and have incredibly fast reflexes. They’re like a cheetah in a sense. A blocker has to be strong and tactical, think of them like some sort of gorilla maybe? Put the two together and you get an unlikely but strong team.’

‘I’m sorry I still don't really understand, how does one get stuck behind a block?’

‘Well part of the runner’s job is to lure the competition, often riling them up before or in game so that they’re getting chased or competed with. This means that the opponents eyes and mind are more focused on the runner than anything else, allowing the blocker to overtake and begin blocking. Once the driver realises they are being blocked, they panic a little and don’t notice the runner speeding off into the distance.’

You silently stare in awe. The race is almost over but you can’t help but respect the drivers. A tactic like that would have taken months, if not - years to perfect. You look over to Sugawara, ‘Why is Oikawa the Grand King?’

‘Because he’s good at what he does. An all rounder, he acts as both a mechanic and a driver. It’s hard to believe he's no genius, just a regular, hard worker.’

‘Is that why everyone was freaking out over Oikawa coming back?’

‘No. He hasn’t raced in about a month - well not that I know of. Good to see he’s as good as ever… I guess.’ You chuckle at Sugawara’s deflated tone.

‘And we have a winner! Captain Oikawa, the Grand King!’ The crowd goes wild as he celebrates in a victory lap.

After all the cars finish, they line up once more at the start line and step out of their vehicles. That is when you see him and you can't say you blame him for being as popular as he is. Oikawa is beautiful, ethereal even. His presence holds such poise and elegance even as he is covered in sweat and clad in racer gear, helmet resting under his arm. Seeing this, seeing him, you could only imagine how wonderful his personality could be. Did he like reading? Did he like tea or coffee? How did he like his eggs in the morning?

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Foiltale - Chapter 2

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"So, mind telling me what's going on?"

Chara and Asriel were leaning against the stone entryway that leads to the now-broken balcony overlooking the ruins of Home. Well, Chara was leaning against it while Asriel made the appearance of doing so, being incorporeal and all. The light-hearted mood between the two had all but disappeared while the goat monster mulled over how to start.

"I'm, um, not physically here with you."

"Yeah, I got that much," Chara had all but snapped, glaring impatiently at their brother. Seeing Asriel's uncomfortable expression, the human quickly looked away and took a deep breath to calm down. "Sorry. I guess what I'm asking is: do you know why you're a ghost while I'm not? Actually, how are we even here? Didn't we die?" Feeling themselves get emotional again, Chara forced themself to take another deep breath. They were never good at facing problems rationally; Asriel was the calm and collected thinker while Chara was a person of action. Their mom always said that if Chara let their instinct and emotions get the better of them, soon enough they'd eventually run into deep trouble.

The deceased human grinned sardonically. I guess mom was right.

"I'm not actually a ghost," Asriel started to explain. "I think I'm more of a projection of my soul?”

"You think?" Chara parroted, finally turning back to their younger brother.

"I'm not exactly sure about the details, but that sounds about right." The goat prince continued. "My memory is a little hazy, but I think this is happening so we can help the other monsters, as well as help ourselves." At Chara's blank look, Asriel sighed. "This is hard to explain. Let me just start at the beginning."

"As we were about to die, I thought that was our end. My magic was depleted beyond recovery and your body was too injured to survive; we both ceased to exist. But the next thing I know, my soul and consciousness are being both awoken and separated. My consciousness -my magic- was put into a buttercup flower!" Startled, Chara was about to comment, but Asriel gave them a look that asked to continue without interruptions. Chara reluctantly acceded. "I couldn't tell you specifically, but I know a long time had passed by, and during it, all I could do was watch this flower come to life with my own magic, but without my memories. Every once in a while, time seemed to almost… reset, but flower-me kept changing up what happened. I think they somehow had control over it. And eventually... they even k-killed other m-monsters over many of these t-time resets."

Asriel's voice cracked, his body shaking with the last sentence while he looked away in shame. Chara wanted to comfort their distraught brother, but being unable to physically hug him, they could only clench their fists in anger at this… flower-Asriel. If they ever found that accursed flower, they'd…

Asriel sniffled, wiping tears from the corners of their eyes with his sleeve. He forced himself to continue – this was important! "My soul was in a limbo for a long time, long enough to watch some more humans fall to the Underground like you once did! But they all perished and the Underground changed. I haven't seen anyone genuinely smile in a really long time, Chara. Everyone seems so hopeless and it's like they forgotten what it means to be happy. After each 'reset,' everyone got more and more negative: some grew more depressed, others angry, some even grew suspicious of other monsters or started blaming themselves!" Asriel turned to look straight at the human, their eyes filled with sorrow. "Even you."

"What?" Chara was dead this whole time. How could they possibly feel anything?

"With every flower-reset, your soul seemed to grow darker and heavier." He explained, "You know how mom taught us that human souls are stronger than monsters'? They can even persevere after the body dies, so the Underground resets were affecting you too." Asriel frowned at the memory. "That's when I made the decision that I had to do something."

"About the flower?"

The goat prince deflated further. "No, I can't do anything against the flower, n-nor the resets. But! We can do something about the monsters and their problems!"

Chara pushed off the stone wall. "We already tried to break the barrier before. We both kind of died in the process, remember?"

"No, not the barrier. Their inner problems!" Asriel was starting to look excited again.

"Do I look like a therapist to you?" Chara deadpanned.

Asriel whined in response, exasperated. "Lemme finish: you know how you told me that human's have a saying about 'fighting your inner demons'? I thought we could do that, but literally!" The monster's face was beaming.

Chara blinked. Never before had they been so confused. "I… don't follow."

"We're going to help monsters in the Underground by having you fight them."

"You want me to hurt monsters?!" Nuh-uh! Absolutely not! Chara would never harm an innocent monster—

"Not actually them, but a part of them? The dark part of them?"

"Are you asking? Because that sounded more like a question than an explanation."

"Argh!" Asriel threw up their arms in frustration.

"And why me?" Chara asked. "Wouldn't it be better to ask someone else? Use a different soul not affected by these resets?"

Asriel's expression grew somber and their voice quieted. "But if I didn't, your soul…" He mumbled the rest, far too quiet for Chara to hear.

Chara walked closer to their brother's ethereal form. "I didn't quite get that. What about my soul?"

Asriel never got the chance to reply as another voice cut in from underneath the archway leading to their location. "Hello? Is someone there? I thought I heard a voice."

They could only watch in stunned silence as a familiar form stepped out from the shadows. The human couldn't believe their eyes and ears. Could it really be…? Was it really…? Chara's voice cracked when they finally spoke. "M-mom?"

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