aroceu's ficHe was looking for a specific reaction—to get Lan Zhan to lash out. All hard edges and demanding, the same way during the first scrim, Lan Zhan’s dark voice had made him loose and obedient, itching to both rebel and obey at the same time.
It’s them, whatever it is, but it doesn’t belong on the basketball court.
Wei Ying didn’t expect to enter a weird… something-with-benefits-and-power-play with the captain of the Gusu basketball team. He’s not sure if it’s worth it.
“I haven’t seen you since—Gusu, was it?” Wei Ying says. “Oh my god, it’s been so long. I didn’t even know you were LGBT! Unless you’re here as an ally, which is also totally cool—”
“No, I.” Lan Zhan coughs. Her throat feels dry. “I am a lesbian.”
“Blegh,” Wei Ying says. “I hate being sick, Lan Zhan… my throat is so sore… why do I talk so much?”
“Stop talking then,” Lan Zhan says.
“You don’t mean that,” Wei Ying says, in his half-asleep daze. “I know you’ll never admit it, Lan Zhan, but you like it when I talk.”
“All your scones?” Eleanor scoffed. “It’s not like you made them.”
“Actually,” said Tahani, who was so tall that Eleanor had to crane her neck to look her in the eye, “I did.”
Eleanor didn’t know what to say to that. “Well—well,” she sputtered. “They’re not that great anyway!” She glanced around the table and picked up the first thing she saw. “I like this pie more!” she said, wrapping it in a napkin and shoving it into her purse just for show.
“I made those too,” Tahani said.
And the feeling is still there, except Shintarou’s now eighteen, not fourteen, and Kise’s suddenly vying to see him every day.
me: intellectually/sexually frustrated;
you: unsexy barista
Yachi meets Momoi Satsuki in her first year of university.
They live, together. Yachi watches them, together. (She does not notice them watching her back.)
“You don’t buy black lingerie unless you want someone to see it.” —Bianca, 10 Things I Hate About You (as prompted by staticsky)
Suga is perpetually covered with flour. Oikawa is his predictable regular.