#sk8shorts

[reaperfox]

Some old Sk8 doodles of varying quality I forgot all about, mostly prompts for various fandom events or just shameless self indulgence.

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #matchablossom #tadaai #aitada #ainosuke shindo #tadashi kikuchi #kaoru sakurayashiki #kojiro nanjo #dk trio sk8 #doodles #art #sk8shorts #one day I'll actually draw Renga #probably

[gingerel]

matchablossom | summer '13 - part seven

Kojiro’s Ma knows that something is going on with him and Kaoru, and from the specific way she asks him how he enjoyed staying at his house for a few days Kojiro suspects she knows something specific happened between them.

She’s loves and trusts Kojiro to always make the best decisions though so when Kaoru comes over just the day after his parents get back from their trip and asks Kaoru’s mother—eyes wide and bottom lip distended—if he can sleep over that night she immediately says yes.

Kaoru doesn’t even want to go home for clothes, so Kojiro comes back from the shower to find him sat cross-legged on the bed tapping away at his laptop wearing seemingly nothing but Kojiro’s largest t-shirt.

“I hate you,” Kojiro mutters, towelling off his hair one last time and tossing it into his clothing hamper.

Kaoru smirks but doesn’t look up.

Kojiro crawls onto the bed, crowds into Kaoru’s space until he turns to glare at him. Probably means to scold Kojiro, but he instead takes the opportunity to kiss Kaoru for as long as they can both easily go without breath.

“Stop it,” Kaoru says, pulling back but not very far. “Both your parents and all seventeen of your sisters are here.”

Kojiro rolls his eyes, he has four sisters. It’s always seemed a lot to Kaoru though.

“Fine,” Kojiro mumbles, but he settles himself on the bed close to Kaoru’s side, barely giving him any of his personal space back at all.

Kaoru’s t-shirt gapes at his shoulder, showing off a small red mark at the base of his juncture of his neck. A memory of their three days together bitten into Kaoru’s skin by Kojiro’s mouth. Now, Kojiro gently presses his mouth to it again and Kaoru shudders lightly.

Summer is going fast, Kojiro wonders—worries really—what will happen when it’s fully over. The heat receding is nice, but everything else fills him with dread.

“Kaoru,” Kojiro starts. “What are we—”

“I still don’t want to talk about it,” Kaoru says. “Just—don’t worry about it, okay?”

Kojiro swallows. “Okay.”

Kaoru turns back to his laptop and Kojiro can only stare at him, watching his fingers fly over the keyboard and his forehead grow tense with concentration. Kojiro kisses the hickey again.

Kaoru snaps his laptop shut. “You’re distracting me,” he complains.

“Oh no,” Kojiro deadpans. “How terrible.” He presses his teeth gently into Kaoru’s skin and he has to slap a hand over his mouth to stifle his moan.

“Careful,” Kojiro teases. “My eighth oldest sister might hear you.”

#matchablossom #sk8shorts #sk8 #myficlets #kojiro x kaoru #kaoru sakurayashiki #kojiro nanjo

[specterthief]

Fandom: SK8 the Infinity Characters/Pairing: Hasegawa Langa & Kyan Reki, SK8 the Infinity Ensemble Rating: G Warnings: None Wordcount: 749 Other Tags: Moving In Together, Domestic Fluff, Friendship, Gen or Pre-Slash, Ambiguous Relationships, Background Relationships, Post-Canon, Flash Fic Summary: Reki and Langa are moving into their first apartment together, so Reki enlists some help. Maybe more than is actually helpful. — For SK8 Shorts The 2nd Wave, Day 4: Domestic, Sk8 gang hanging out

day 4 of sk8 shorts! more fluff, i have no idea how this week is getting me to write this much fluff. this was supposed to be a lot more of a proper renga fic than it ended up being, but i guess i am just going to live in the "gen or pre-slash" tag forever

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #reki kyan #langa hasegawa #fanfiction #mine #fandom: sk8 the infinity #sk8shorts

[seaofolives]

we played #Sk8Shorts in the limping bird site! these guys aren't on ao3 yet bc uhhhh smth smth titles so I'll dump them all in here first for readability etc:

day 1: kiss

The thing about dating Kaoru is that he only ever has two moods when it comes to kissing: a) the one where he absolutely does not want one and the one where it can only be possible on his terms.

One might think that for a touchy-feely guy like Kojiro, Mood A is the absolute worst. But no—he actually prefers that over Mood B.

“Thanks for dinner, love.” Mood B always comes like a burglar—a rare tender word, warm arms wrapping from the back, then the fatal kiss on Kojiro’s shoulder. He shakes him off as if he were a roach in the kitchen but by then, the deed is done: Kaoru is swooping away like a ghost while Kojiro is left to claw his white chefʼs jacket from his back to inspect the damage.

And there it is: a kiss mark painted in bolognese sauce. On his newest jacket—!

“You—!” Kojiro stomps towards the door and screams at the empty stairwell. “You ingrate, youʼre sleeping on the floor tonight!!”

day 2: guests at a wedding

Master Ainosuke gasps and mumbles, “But of course!” which sets Tadashi on the prowl for the thing that caught his eye. There’s lots of things to see here, of course—guests in sleek suits and gowns, red hibiscus flowers and bright sunflowers decorating the elevated walkway…it’s a summer wedding, after all. But because none of them are nearly as elegant as roses, they can’t be what has enamored his employer so.

So he keeps searching still…and there, around the tail of the groom’s white suit. That hem is definitely cut into the shape of flowers which only serves to bring out the faint flower garden detailed onto his back.

“Roses, of course,” Master Ainosuke talks on, and because he loved the idea, now he’s applauding the newlyweds more loudly as they leave the conference room. “Mine must be roses.”

Tadashi keeps his smile hidden in the corner of his lips. On his phone, he opens up the document called Master Ainosuke’s Wedding Plans and notes it down.

day 3: hair

“By the way, did you cut your hair?” Langa only remembers to ask when the bottle of sparkling strawberry water rolls down the chute. He picks it up and twists it open.

“Yeah.” Reki moves his deck to his other arm and takes the proferred drink. “Hey, you noticed!”

“I was about to ask earlier, but then the train arrived.” Langa smiles, uncapping his bottle of sparkling mango water. “It looks good on you.”

“Yeah?!” Reki breaks out into a grin. “Thanks. And here’s your reward for being the best boyfriend.” When he puts up his thumb, Langa cracks up.

day 4: create something using more than 1 prompt (prompts used: domestic, broken)

“Ah—!”

The bowl lands with a dull crack, and Kaoru curses his luck because that specific bowl was a souvenir from Paris.

“What was that?!”

Nothing! is what Kaoru wants to tell Kojiro in the living room, but that will definitely arouse suspicion.

So he cries back instead, “What was what?!” as he grabs a plastic bag and cleans up.

“Did something fall?”

“No, nothing fell!” Kaoru sweeps the floor for good measure. “I’m craving ice cream, what flavor do you want?”

“Huh? Oh, get me vanilla!”

“Okay!” Kaoru leaves the house through the back, taking the evidence with him.

day 5: flowers

“Huh?” Miya says when he approaches. “You’re actually here. I thought youʼd be at Crazy Rock by now.” And itʼs rude to chastise this mannerless kid during the service so Hiromi reins his tongue in.

“Somebody has to deliver these flowers and I wasnʼt gonna let anyone else do it.” With the wreath standing perfectly parallel to the door, Hiromi steps back to inspect the bursting ring of yellow chrysanthemums and white lilies, the sender being simply noted as DOPE SKETCH and friends. It was the “most reputable” way they could express their collective sympathies without indicting his, Cherry blossomʼs and JOEʼs day jobs.

“Huh. Thanks, I guess.”

“Donʼt mention it—” Hiromi finally snaps. “Punk, thatʼs not how youʼre supposed to behave as a relative of the deceased!” Squaring his shoulders, then, Hiromi bows low to him. “I am deeply sorry for your loss.”

Miya sighs. “Itʼs just my grandma—”

Hiromi glares at the kid.

Swallowing up whatever protests he may have, Miya returns his bow with a quiet note of acceptance.

day 6: firsts

Kaoru wouldn’t admit it but when Carla told him that Kojiro was calling, he’d been about to tell her to tell him to call him tomorrow, after he’d napped for a few hours. But a guilty conscience eventually brought his thumb to the green phone icon.

And all just to listen to this poor guy wail like a monkey who’d been abandoned by his ape mother in the middle of Italy. He’d tried to get some there-theres in edgewise, but all his words were simply devoured by the howling, even when he started badmouthing the chef who badmouthed his dish.

So obviously none of his bright ideas are working, all of it having been spent troubleshooting some stupid defect in Carla’s scheduling module. But then there’s actually a rare lull in the call and he could hear Kojiro gasping and sniffling, and he thinks he owes it to the sad idiot to try again.

So he does. He comes up with something new and gives it a whirl for whatever it’s worth. “Hey, remember that time I burned my thumb trying to make instant noodles? And I had to call you all the way from the taco restaurant because I was panicking. And you were so scared, you forgot to put the frying fork down when you ran off to my house.” That story always made Kojiro laugh, at his expense.

Well, he’s just glad now that it’s working. Kojiro’s sobs have transformed themselves into the sounds of a madman cackling.

Kaoru smiles, having missed this song. He’ll get him for that one day, but for now: “Remember what you told me, then?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kojiro sighs, sniffling. “There’s a first time for everything. I know.”

day 7: confession in the middle of an argument

“This,” Kaoru is seething, “is your fault. This evening is ruined because of you.”

“And you’re just overreacting, you dramatic robomaniac!” Well, if Kaoru thinks two can’t play that game, he’s wrong! Kojiro matches him glare for glare, fang for fang, both of them hunched over the VIP counter, nails digging into the wood. “I already told you the truth, but you won’t listen to me!”

“You’re just making excuses so you can wash your hands off of a commitment, you spineless gorilla!”

“What commitment are we talking about! A commitment with you?” Kojiro’s laughter comes through in derisive barks. “What kind of relationship are we in, anyway, a contract?! You’re just pinning your mistake on me because you couldn’t do anything about it!”

“And you didn’t do anything about it!” Kaoru drags in a deep breath, hot and rolling. “You know how important this was for me! No, I thought you knew how important this was for me. I trusted you, you insipid baboon—!”

“It was me!”

The voice is new, partly because he wasn’t there when they started quarreling and partly also because he’s normally so quiet. But when Kaoru and Kojiro turn to face the newcomer, they find Langa standing smack dab in the middle of the restaurant.

“Sorry, Cherry, I took the cheesecake,” he exhales. “I was hungry, and JOE said I could have whatever was in the fridge. I didn’t know that you were saving the cheesecake as an after work treat. Sorry.” Well, that explains it.

Kojiro straightens up and sighs loudly. “Well, to be fair, I should have already put a sticky note on it when he asked me to reserve it for him yesterday.” When Kaoru stomps off to confront the delinquent youth, he grabs the aggrieved man by his skinny wrist. “Itʼs not worth it, moron, he’s just a kid.”

#sk8 #joche #some renga and tadaai and friendly hirooomiya? #anyway them #seaofolives original

[waisaurus]

#SK8shorts @Sk8Shorts DAY1 #SK8renga renga au;

wherein nanako comes to terms that her son langa is dating a delinquent.

"the boy just plays skateboard," her husband oliver reasons.

nanako side eyes him.

foolish is what he is.

he doesn't know how much mrs. ayato next door gossips about how boys like reki would ruin boys like langa.

oh, her poor, baby langa.

langa grew up in a pristine house, all white and decorated with pretty hydragea flowers. it's pure, peaceful to the eyes. nanako is the main designer and she knows she does a good job.

oliver says he feels like he's in a dentist clinic.

ugh. what does he know about tranquility?

nothing!

because oliver is welcoming this… boy… reki– hair a stark red, yellow stripes headband, and bomber jacket a bright green– he clashes violently with everything nanako holds dear.

"ma, pa, this is reki, and he's my boyfriend," langa introduces.

oh, dear, oh dear.

they met during second year of college. apparently langa likes to hang around the park behind his dorm building and that's where he met reki.

"it was a sunrise, i was on my way to my class and i saw him doing an ollie with the sun behind him. it was magical," langa is gushing.

nanako doesn't even know what an ollie is. she squints at reki.

"mhm, what was reki doing in the morning playing around…. he wasn't ditching classes, was he? did you?"

reki laughs. it's a nice sound. langa looks all endeared again.

"no ma'am!" reki starts, "i scheduled my classes to be in the evenin. it was coincidental langa caught me at tha time, cuz usually i'm in my dorm sleepin."

langa begins to say something and reki quickly covers his mouth.

"what? what is it?" nanako urges.

langa says, "i was just gonna say… it's not a coincidence. it's fate. destiny. i love you, reki," and plops a big kiss on reki's head.

oliver snorts loudly then laughs.

reki deflates into his seat, face beet red.

nanako genuinely has no words.

///

"babe?" oliver prompts.

nanako stares at him and says, "he's ruining him."

the dinner date ended two hours ago. now they're turning in for the night, and nanako has done some calculations and came to a conclusion.

oliver pulls their blanket closer and sighs, "if this is abou—"

"we must save reki."

oliver closes his mouth.

"langa is. langa is doing everything i thought reki would do," nanako shivers, "he's… he made reki get a tattoo, poor child scared of needles."

"reki got him back, though? langa got a piercing for him and," oliver chuckles, "he fainted. he isn't even scared of needles and he fainted."

nanako shakes her head, amused. "langa got jealous when reki didn't pay him enough attention during finals and blocked the door when reki wanted to leave for his classes."

"straight up laid down in front of the door!" oliver barks a laugh, "i'm embarrassed for our son. he has no shame."

the both of them huddle together. oliver takes nanako's hand and kisses it.

"young love is so stupid. langa took reki to a motel room for their first date. who does that?"

nanako giggles at the way oliver's body shakes with laughter.

"in his defense, he thought all the times he watched reki in the park counted as dates. he just wanted to take the relationship a step further."

nanako adds, "poor reki was so confused."

they both tear up and cackle at the imagery.

oliver hums.

"he's such a sweetheart, reki. i know you don't like him but i think he's good for our son."

"no, i like him."

"huh? back then you said–"

nanako huffs, "i know what i said! now i take it back."

oliver smiles, "well, i'm glad. reki makes langa happy."

"ugh, i feel like such an asshoIe. this is all mrs. ayato's fault."

"who's mrs. ayato?"

"ugh!" nanako yells and smacks her husband's forehead.

—end :)!

[x-posted on twitter]

#sk8 the infinity #renga #sk8 renga #hasegawa langa #reki kyan

[gingerel]

matchablossom | summer '13 - part four

The text is simple. Enough to have Kojiro running down the stairs with enough force and speed his mother snipes at him for disturbing his baby sister.

fucked up, come quick.

He’s halfway through a garbled explanation about Kaoru needing him when the second message comes through.

bring superglue.

— — — —— —

“She’s going to kill me,” Kaoru whines.

It’s hot again and the shorts Kaoru is wearing are so short they’re made redundant by the oversized t-shirt he has on—one of Kojiro’s he realises. He’s been looking for it for a while now.

“She’s not going to kill you,” Kojiro says, arranging the broken pieces if ceramic on the towel Kaoru spread over the counter. Kaoru stays silent so he looks up to find his friend starting blankly, but pointedly right at him.

“She’s going to ground you,” Kojiro clarifies. “But whose gonna give her grandkids if she murders her only son?”

Kaoru groans, letting himself slum against Kojiro’s side. He’s warm, cheek squished against Kojiro’s shoulder, left bare by his tank top, but the stud of Kaoru’s earrings press cool against his skin.

“Can we fix it?” Kaoru asks softly.

“Maybe,” Kojiro says. “I don’t know if it’ll be perfect—how often does she even look at it?” Kojiro bets not often, just something beautiful and expensive that Mrs Sakurayashiki has up for the benefit of letting her guests assume things about her family than because she genuinely likes it.

Kojiro doesn’t know if she genuinely likes anything in the world.

Kaoru shrugs, one of his hands wrapping gently around Kojiro’s bicep.

“How did you break it?”

Kaoru turns his face, hides in Kojiro’s shoulder as much as he can. When he talks, Kojiro barely hear, too focused on the feel of Kaoru’s lips and breath against his skin.

“I threw my screwdriver,” Kaoru whispers.

Kojiro snorts, lining up two fragments. “Why?”

Kaoru pauses and there’s a definite, purposeful kiss dropped to his shoulder before Kaoru stops hiding, resting his chin against him instead.

“It annoyed me,” Kaoru mutters. Kaoru bites the inside of his cheek to bury his smile.

“When is she back?” Kojiro asks. “It’ll take a while for the glue to set.”

“Not til late tonight,” Kaoru says. He sighs, frustration boiling over. “I couldn’t have done this tomorrow; they’re going away for a few days.”

“Again?”

“Mhm,” Kaoru mumbles. His fingertips did into Kojiro’s arm. “Do you want to stay over?”

“While they’re gone?”

Kaoru nods.

It’s something they do all the time. Have been sharing beds and having sleepovers for well over a decade. But it feels different now, when Kojiro is intimately acquainted with Kaoru’s mouth a dozen times over and the shape of his thighs and waist is an ever presence echo in his hands.

“Sure,” Kojiro says—though it feels like a reckless decision. “We can watch movies.”

“You’ll cook?” Kaoru asks, eyes wide—genuinely asking for a change.

Kojiro rolls his eyes. “Obviously.”

Kaoru smiles, eyes squinting almost closed. He pushes up on his tiptoes, keeping his grip on Kojiro’s arm and ducks forward into a lingering kiss. Kojiro sinks into it, let’s himself briefly cup the back of Kaoru’s head, feel the silk soft strands of his hair between his fingers before pulling back with a forced sigh.

“Don’t distract me,” Kojiro says. “We’ll end up with this thing in more pieces.”

Kaoru just sets his head back against Kojiro’s shoulder, his cheek pushing out with the force of his smile.

#matchablossom #kojiro x kaoru #sk8 #sk8shorts #myficlets #kaoru sakurayashiki #kojiro nanjo

[gingerel]

matchablossom | summer '13 - part six

Like their first kiss, Kojiro has imagined this a lot too.

Though it’s never happened quite like this.

A summer storm lashes against the window, a not-terrible but also not-enthralling movie running on the Sakurayashiki’s too big TV. Rather than retrieve sweaters they bundled themselves under a blanket, some of the pillows off Kaoru’s bed already cushioning them against the rigidness off the couch. It looks nice, but that’s really all Kojiro can say for it.

Actually, it’s big too. Wide enough for them to tangle together, enough breadth for Kaoru to settle comfortably on his back with Kojiro between his thighs.

Kojiro should have insisted they go to bed. That they make use of the lube he knows Kaoru has in his bedside cabinet and not make do with the not-quite neutral smelling hand lotion Kaoru procured from the coffee table. It’s hard to make arguments though, when Kaoru begs so prettily, mouth soft and pink, hands eager where they grasp at him. Harder still with the silk smooth skin of Kaoru’s thighs first around Kojiro’s thighs then his waist, then ribs as he makes a space for himself inside Kaoru’s body.

Even Kaoru’s heels are soft, Kojiro feels it first hand when Kaoru grinds one into the small of his back, tugging him in when Kojiro hesitates with the head of his cock touching Kaoru’s rim. Not that he doesn’t want to, of course, he was simply taking a moment to lament that he can’t really see their bodies come together, not with the blanket casting them in deep shade, not when Kaoru’s face is almost impossible to look away from.

Kojiro pushes in, catching slightly because everything maybe isn’t as slick as it should be, and as soon as he’s a solid inch inside Kaoru’s hand flies up, slapping against his chest, right over his heart.

“Wait, wait,” he pants, sounding even more overwhelmed than he looks.

They should have stopped to talk before they did this, should have been more grown up about it rather than being fuelled by nothing than a lack of supervision and lifetime of intimate familiarity that’s only grown in the few weeks they’ve been doing more to each other with their mouths than talk.

Kaoru just felt so good when he crawled up into his lap, was so eager as he wiggled his hands under Kojiro’s t-shirt.

Kojiro holds himself still, chest heaving with the effort. To ground himself—both of them—he gently grips Kaoru’s wrist, tugging his hand away from Kojiro’s skin so he can press an affectionate kiss right against his palm.

“Do you want to stop?” Kojiro asks.

Kaoru shakes his head, hair mused against the pillow Kojiro insisted on slipping underneath him. For a long moment Kaoru just trembles silently, Kojiro part way inside of him then, breathlessly he whispers, “Just—kiss me, please.”

Kojiro complies at once, folding over Kaoru to get at his mouth. He worries, for a single heartbeat, when the movement forces him deeper into Kaoru’s body but all he gets is a moan into his mouth and Kaoru’s legs squeezing tighter around his waist. So tightly does Kaoru hold him than when Kojiro is given leave to start moving he can barely go anywhere, can do little more than grind in deep and pull back a scant inch.

Not that he wants to be anywhere but inside Kaoru’s body anyway.

“You feel so good,” Kojiro rasps against Kaoru’s jaw. Kaoru keens, fingernails catching as they drag up Kojiro’s back.

“You—ah, you too,” Kaoru manages, then he buries his face into the crook of Kojiro’s neck until he’s spilling hot and damp between their stomachs.

They probably should have thought to put a towel or a sheet down before they started, but thinking doesn’t seem to be something they’re very fond of this summer.

#sk8shorts #sk8 #matchablossom #i'm too tired to edit this one as much as the other i'm sorry #kojiro x kaoru #kaoru sakurayashiki #kojiro nanjo #myficlets

[gingerel]

matchablossom | summer '13 - part one

Kaoru crosses his arms over his chest, cinching so tight his shoulders seem even narrower than usual.

Time to pay up. It’s what Kojiro means to say, what he should be saying, full of glory and triumph, but the words die on his tongue before he can say them. Normally it’s time to gloat, he won, he’s beat Kaoru—doesn’t matter that it’s just a stupid bed, it’s still a momentous occasion.

But Kojiro, half an hour ago, was so sure, despite his stubbornness, that he would not win, he felt foolish enough to be compelled into asking for: a kiss then, when you lose.

Kojiro flounders, wondering how to back track when Kaoru sets his shoulders and tilts his chin up a little.

“Well?” Kaoru demands, though his voice seems smaller than normal.

Kojiro takes an uneasy step forward of his own, but hesitates before he acts, desperately unsure if he—they—should go through with this or not.

Kaoru tchs, closing the gap between them. He doesn’t unfurl his arms exactly, just throws out one hand, stops cupping his own elbow so he can twist his hand in Kojiro’s t-shirt, right over his heart, and yank him forward.

It is not the first kiss Kojiro has been imagining in his mind. Their noses crunch together almost painfully and when Kaoru’s tooth catches his lip it is not a moment of overflowing passion. His own fault, that this thing he’s been aching for has been reduced to this empty, shallow thing, but Kojiro can’t leave it—he has to do something lest his potential only memory of kissing Kaoru.

Gently, he cups his hands around Kaoru’s arms, just above his elbows, and all the obvious fight goes out of Kaoru at once. Kojiro pauses and Kaoru copies him, slowly exhaling without really pulling away and only when Kojiro feels like they’re reset, back at the beginning again does he part his mouth and slowly draw Kaoru into a real kiss.

He tastes like bland lip balm and very faintly of a cigarette Kojiro didn’t see him smoke. A pulse of jealousy makes him kiss Kaoru harder, pushing forward until Kaoru’s back arches and his breathe leaves him in a pretty little gasp.

Kojiro yanks himself away, takes a clear step back and Kaoru’s hand unravels from his t-shirt. A single blink and Kaoru goes pink across his nose; Kojiro’s face feels warm too, but it’ll be less noticeable on him in the dim, evening light.

Kaoru clears his throat, glances over Kojiro’s shoulder then meets his gaze head on.

“Okay?”

Kojiro nods, tries to say anything and fails completely.

“Let’s go then,” Kaoru demands, turning on his heel.

Kojiro follows. Of course he follows.

#sk8shorts #matchablossom #kojiro x kaoru #kojiro nanjo #kaoru sakurayashiki #myficlets #eliotfic #sk8

[gingerel]

matchablossom | summer '13 - part five

Whenever Kojiro’s Ma mentions she’s heading to the market in the morning, Kojiro does his best to be awake in time to join her. Not that he’s particularly interested in whatever she’s picking up, but Kojiro likes to wander, hover near the produce vendors, and watch the restaurateurs haggle for the goods necessary to run their business.

When he meets back up with his mother, she has a basket full of her own produce, a wrapped package of meat and a bundle of pale blue linen braced over her shoulder.

“Pork for you and Kaoru,” Ma announces, shifting the basket over into Kojiro’s hold. “You can make pasta—show off a little.” She winks, and Kojiro flushes, never surprised but always thrown off by how blatantly his mother knows him even when he’s not telling her anything.

“Thanks,” Kojiro mumbles. “You ready to go?”

“All set,” Ma says and together they turn to wander back through the market to the entrance. They’re almost done, just passing by the last row of vendors when a sign catches Kojiro’s eye and pulls his feet to a stop.

Fresh Flowers Wholesale + Handmade bouquets

“Kojiro?”

Kojiro glances at his mother, then back to the sign. “I’ll meet you at the car,” Kojiro tells her.

— — — — —

Kaoru’s looking at his phone when he yanks the front door open, already talking without saying hello.

“…to the movie store and picked out eight things, so if you don’t like any of them that’s a you issue.”

“Why didn’t you just wait for me?” Kojiro sighs.

“I didn’t want to go out when it was—” Kaoru cuts off, blinking quickly twice when he takes in what Kojiro is holding.

“These are for you,” Kojiro says, feeling awkward as he pushes the bouquet forward a little. Kaoru just stares at it; miniature sunflowers, yellow roses, and a few other things the name of Kojiro has already forgotten. “You don’t have to take them if you don’t want—”

“No, I want them,” Kaoru blurts, snatching the bouquet out of Kojiro’s hold. He all but cradles them against his chest, ducking his head as though to smell the blooms. Bright yellow petals brush against his cheek. “I like them,” Kaoru admits.

“I’m glad,” Kojiro says.

“I just never expected,” Kaoru says. He looks at Kojiro for a long moment, before yanking his gaze away, cheeks just a little pink.

“Just wanted to do something nice for you,” Kojiro mumbles.

For a long moment, Kaoru stays silent, some strange never before seen emotion crossing his face. Then, he’s passing the flowers over into just one of his hands so he can bound forward and meet Kojiro on the doorstep for a kiss. Kaoru’s neighbours are notoriously nosy, knock occasionally to check on Kaoru while his parents are away even though he’s technicality an adult and has been being left unattended for several years. That doesn’t seem to matter to him now, not with the way he presses in close, tangles his fingers into Kojiro’s hair and shoves his tongue into his mouth. Kojiro’s sort of annoyed he only has one hand free to clutch him back, the arch of his back makes his waist seem agonisingly narrow.

“Thanks,” Kaoru says softly, pressing one last kiss against the corner of Kojiro’s mouth before retreating all at once, hiding back in the shadow of his open door. Unable to meet Kojiro’s eye he looks to the side, finally spotting the bag in Kojiro’s other hand.

“What’s that?” Kaoru asks eagerly.

“I’m going to make you pasta,” Kojiro reveals, smiling when Kaoru decides to half hide himself in the flowers again. “If you promise not to fall asleep during the first movie. Again.”

“I never fall asleep.”

Kojiro stares at him. “Shut up, you always fall asleep.” Kojiro doesn’t really mind though, it’s usually against his shoulder, Kaoru’s quiet snores more entertaining than anything else in the world.

“Whatever.”

Kaoru eats three helpings of Kojiro’s slowly perfecting carbonara and falls asleep before the two protagonists have even met.

#matchablossom #kojiro x kaoru #sk8 #sk8shorts #kojiro nanjo #kaoru sakurayashiki #myficlets

[gingerel]

matchablossom | summer '13 - part three

You can kiss me.

It’s been almost a week since Kaoru said the words, a week where they’ve spent every day together, like normal, and yet there has been no kissing. Away from the exhilaration of Kaoru’s declaration Kojiro hasn’t quite been able to muster the confidence.

He can feel Kaoru looking at him, almost all the time, his gaze heavier than normal, a touch of confusion touching his brow. Kojiro is confused by his own inaction too, but he just can’t seem to make himself do it.

The air conditioning in the conbini is almost too cold, prickles goosebumps up along Kojiro’s arms. He picks out chips for himself, then grabs the cherry-cola ice pop Kaoru demanded out of the chest freezer. The cashier eyes him suspiciously, probably because he forgot to leave his board outside by the bench Kaoru and has it tucked under his arm, so Kojiro pays as quickly as he can, not bothering to force a polite conversation like he normally would.

“Here,” Kojiro says a minute later, tossing the ice treat onto Kaoru’s lap with little warning.

Kaoru flinches, glaring at Kojiro even as he tears into the plastic with his treat. He blows the torn piece out of his mouth and right onto the floor, completely unfazed by the look Kojiro gives him over the offence.

“You didn’t get one?” Kaoru asks.

Kojiro shakes his head, chip packet crinkling as he tears it open. He wasn’t in the mood for sweet, not while he was in the store. But he watches as Kaoru sets his treat into his mouth, lips pursing around it as he sucks the already melted liquid free from the plastic and the chip Kojiro pops into his mouth tastes like nothing.

“What?” Kaoru snaps, though his usual brusque tone is garbled by the sliver of red ice on his tongue.

You can kiss me.

Kojiro takes the point of Kaoru’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting Kaoru’s face towards him and holding him place. Kaoru’s mouth pops open a little in surprise, or maybe to scold him but it just makes it easier for Kojiro to kiss him. To press against him firmly, then sweep in with his tongue when Kaoru makes a low, soft noise and starts to kiss him back.

Kaoru lips are cold, but they’re soft. He tastes more of cherry than he does cola but all of that vanishes after a few long minutes, tangled up on this bench coated in peeling paint with the sound of the conbini door swishing open and closed just several feet away. Kojiro’s chest feels tight, like something huge and heavy is sitting on it.

He pulls back to suck in a breath.

Kaoru’s eyes, when they open, are heavy lidded, the blush across his cheeks is so, so beautiful Kojiro could almost cry for looking at it.

“I thought you changed your mind,” Kaoru whispers.

“No,” Kojiro says. I’m just a coward.

Kaoru leans forward and the beat of nervous hesitation before he touches their mouths together makes Kojiro want to peel his skin off for the penance of putting that doubt into Kaoru’s head.

“Kaoru, what are we—”

Kaoru’s more confident this time when he interrupts Kojiro with his kiss.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Kaoru blurts, words running together. “Can’t we just—while it feels good, we can just—you know.”

Kojiro nods, pulling him in for another kiss, softer this time, full of all the things he’s just been told not to say. They stay there, doing little more than kissing, while the sun beats down on them and Kojiro tries not to drown in the agony of a time where one or both of them doesn’t think this feels good anymore. It’s a blissful sort of pain, quiet and still for how huge this feels to Kojiro’s racing heart.

They keep going, hands and mouth eager until Kaoru’s ice pop fully melts all over his fingers and he pulls away, lips red, to demand Kojiro buy him a new one.

#matchablossom #sk8 #kojiro x kaoru #kojiro nanjo #kaoru sakurayashiki #myficlets #sk8shorts

[gingerel]

matchablossom | summer '13 - part two

Kaoru’s elbow feels pointier than normal when it grinds into Kojiro’s ribs.

“Stop fidgeting, you look fine,” Kaoru mumbles. He glances sideways at Kojiro, just barely, taking in the unfamiliar sight of him in traditional dress. “You look good.”

Kojiro’s glad they’re sitting down because the way pink spreads across Kaoru’s cheeks is so reminiscent to a few days ago when they kissed for the first time—only time?—takes all the strength out of Kojiro’s legs.

“Kaoru—”

“Shh,” Kaoru hisses softly. “It’s starting.”

Kojiro snaps his mouth shut, confession or begging or whatever it is clawing at his own chest, dying down to a simmer. Kaoru looks calm, back straight, shoulders square, but his fingers—wiped clean of dark polish for the first time in months—drag back and forth against the fabric of his kimono covering his thigh. They don’t match, but their clothes are complimentary, obviously a couple—even though they’re nothing of the sort. Kaoru left it late to invite Kojiro to his cousin’s wedding, the request coming to Kojiro through his own mother, when she happened to mention her concern over Kaoru attending such an important event alone.

When he reaches out, gently touching the back of Kaoru’s hand to still it, he is not shaken off, so Kojiro carefully turns Kaoru’s hand over so he can interlock their fingers and hold his hand through the ceremony.

—

Kojiro’s one reassurance heading into the wedding was that at least there wouldn’t be dancing like he’s seen in so many weddings in western TV shows. Except, of course, they stay late enough for the after-wedding party, which surely, they won’t because Kaoru’s opinion of his extended family is middling at best.

And yet—

At least the music is slow, and Kaoru is right there, so close their chest are all but pressed together, Kojiro’s hand on his waist, Kaoru gently gripping Kojiro’s shoulder.

“Someone from my part of the family had to stay long enough to keep face,” Kaoru mumbles, eyes carefully averted. “Sorry.”

“I don’t mind,” Kojiro says and right now, he means it. They could have just sat at one of their tables, drinking sour wine and getting increasingly close to making a scene. But Kaoru’s great aunts and uncles wouldn’t leave them alone when they tried. At least here, out on the makeshift dance floor, they’re deemed busy enough to leave alone.

They move together slowly, barely swaying, barely talking.

Kaoru sighs, his hand fiddling with the tie at the end of his long braid. His face is clear today, no hints of smudged eyeliner, no lip-ring and just the faintest hint of freckles on his nose from all the time they’ve been spending out on the sun.

“Why?”

Kojiro startles, thinks for a second that he imagines Kaoru speaking but, finally, he’s looking right at him, golden eyes guarded.

“Why what?” Kojiro asks.

Kaoru’s lips press together, so hard they briefly turn white. “Why did you ask for a kiss the other day?”

“I didn’t think I’d win,” Kojiro admits.

Kaoru’s face shutters closed with a speed Kojiro is not used to seeing directed at himself.

“It was a joke,” Kaoru says flatly, he makes to pull out of Kojiro’s hold but he grips him more tightly, knowing that here, of all places, Kaoru won’t risk making a scene.

“That's not what I said,” Kojiro says. Nothing for it but to be honest, finally. “I just—I’ve wanted to—still want to. I was just—hiding it behind a joke, so you wouldn’t know.”

“You want to kiss me?” Kaoru clarifies. Again, the pink spreads over his cheeks and Kojiro’s hearth thumps painfully against his ribs. Kojiro nods. Kaoru’s lips press together again, but a twitch in his cheek let’s Kojiro know he’s hiding a smile this time.

“Okay,” Kaoru says.

Kojiro’s mouth feels very dry, “Okay?”

“I mean,” Kaoru starts and there’s no space between them but somehow, he anchors them closer together. “You can kiss me.”

Dumbstruck, Kojiro leans in, but Kaoru turns his head to the side, hissing, “Not now, you dumbass.”

Kojiro had quite forgotten where they are and he pulls his head back, hoping it’s not too obvious what he was trying to do.

“Later?” Kojiro asks, embarrassed by the touch of whine colouring his word.

Kaoru smirks. “Later.”

#matchablossom #sk8shorts #myficlets #sk8 #kojiro x kaoru #kojiro nanjo #kaoru sakurayashiki

[specterthief]

Fandom: SK8 the Infinity Characters/Pairing: Chinen Miya & Higa Hiromi | Shadow, implied one-sided Chinen Miya/Kyan Reki Rating: G Warnings: None Wordcount: 749 Other Tags: Friendship, Movie Night, Jealousy, Male Friendship, Good Friend Higa Hiromi | Shadow, Flash Fic Summary: Hiromi's playing babysitter for the weekend while Miya's parents are out of town, but he's pretty sure Miya would rather be somewhere else. — For SK8 Shorts The 2nd Wave, Day 5: Sleepover, Movie Night

day 5 of sk8 shorts! also fulfilling the "create something with characters you don't usually write or draw" challenge since i've never written anything focusing on either of these two. i love their friendship/shadow's baby goth outreach program so they were really fun to focus on. the reki->miya's super minor baby crushing that you can probably interpret as platonic if you want

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #hiromi higa #miya chinen #shadow sk8 #fanfiction #mine #fandom: sk8 the infinity #sk8shorts

[specterthief]

Fandom: SK8 the Infinity Characters/Pairing: Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki Rating: G Warnings: None Wordcount: 749 Other Tags: Pre-Relationship, Haircuts, Fluff, Bets & Wagers, Crushes, Flash Fic Summary: Reki loses a bet, but Langa likes the result a lot more than he's expecting. — For SK8 Shorts The 2nd Wave, Day 1: Comfort, Losing a Bet

quick lanreki fluff for day 1 of sk8 shorts! it's exactly what it says on the tin, just guys being dudes and dudes being gay.

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #renga #langa hasegawa #reki kyan #fanfiction #mine #sk8shorts

[specterthief]

Fandom: SK8 the Infinity Characters/Pairing: Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki, Implied Hasegawa Langa/Shindo Ainosuke | Adam Rating: G Warnings: None Wordcount: 749 Other Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Love Confessions, Internalized Homophobia, Not A Fix-It, Ambiguous Relationships, Unhappy Ending, Flash Fic, Love Triangles Summary: “Don’t you know how much I like you?!” Reki shouts, and for a moment all Langa can hear is his voice echoing in his ears, as if even the rain stopped. — For SK8 Shorts The 2nd Wave, Day 7: Confession in the middle of an argument

and finally day 7!! i can't believe i actually finished the week, aaaaaaaa

started with renga fluff and ended with renga angst, balanced as all things should be. this is pretty much a like... anti-fix-it fic for episode 7, because i've seen a lot of things where reki and/or langa confess their feelings and langa just gives up on wanting to race adam again and everything's fine, which has always made me curious about a situation where a confession doesn't fix anything at all.

(re: ship tags, the langa/adam is ambiguous whether it really is attraction or not - langa has canon-typical very intense feelings about their race but isn't sure himself if he's feeling anything else)

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #reki kyan #langa hasegawa #renga #edensk8 #(kinda) #fanfiction #mine #fandom: sk8 the infinity #sk8shorts

[specterthief]

Fandom: SK8 the Infinity Characters/Pairing: Kikuchi Tadashi/Nanjo Kojiro | Joe Rating: G Warnings: None Wordcount: 749 Other Tags: Developing Relationship, Domestic, Cooking, Attraction, Post-Canon, Bisexual Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Flash Fic Summary: Tadashi doesn't get to cook often. Kojiro does a friend a favor, and wouldn't mind it being something more. — For SK8 Shorts The 2nd Wave, Day 2: Cooking

day 2 of sk8 shorts! finally forcing myself to sit down and write something for a rarepair i've been meaning to explore for a while (inspired by some of the staff interviews) without getting bogged down in all the background for it. tadajoe? matchasnake? does this even have an established ship name?

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #tadashi kikuchi #kojiro nanjo #tadajoe #going with that for now #fanfiction #mine #sk8shorts #fandom: sk8 the infinity

[gingerel]

“It should work the other way round,” Kaoru snaps, crossing his arms and flopping back on the bed as rigid as a plank.

“Uh huh,” Kojiro agrees half-heartedly.

It’s funny, in a way, that Kaoru is more hung up on this than he is — that this is something he’s even allowing himself to spend time ruminating over. It’s funny that he’s obviously worried.

Kojiro isn’t worried.

He won’t get a soulmark tomorrow — he’s certain of that.  

It will appear next spring. The moment Kaoru turns nineteen.

“Why should the younger one have to wait,” Kaoru snaps.

“It’s the older one waiting,” Kojiro responds instinctively.

That’s the only part really worrying him. Kojiro knows, is so absolutely sure he would bet every single material belonging he has on the fundamental fact that the universe agrees with him, and he and Kaoru are supposed to be together.

And yet —

He has to wait to find out. To see if the tiny, less than half a percent chance, Kaoru’s soul is entwined with someone else’s comes true. He has to wait the better part of a year. If a wild, unfair twist of fate dumps a mark on Kojiro’s body tomorrow morning and he’ll still be waiting, with bated breath, to see who is lucky enough to be bound to Kaoru in his stead.

Not that it really means anything. They can still choose.

But he and Kaoru aren’t together now, and Kojiro thinks this is why. Thinks Kaoru is more of a romantic than he lets on, that in the depth of his walled off heart is the need to have the fairy-tale story of loving his soulmate in every way imaginable, with every fibre of his being.

Kaoru sniffs, “We should get them when we’re born.”

“Lot of pressure for a baby,” Kojiro mumbles, trying to break the tension. He’s known since he was just a kid, proudly proclaiming it aloud from almost the very first moment he met Kaoru in that playground.

Kaoru’s arms unravel and he rolls onto his side, looking up at Kojiro where he’s leaning against the desk.

“At least we’d — you’d know,” Kaoru says.

“You think I’ll be the younger one?” Kojiro asks, genuinely curious as to what scenario Kaoru has built up in his head. Kaoru loves him, he’s fairly sure of that, even if he doesn’t let himself believe or act on it.

“Of course,” Kaoru says confidently, serious enough that Kojiro could even believe what he says next. “It’ll be some older woman, in need of a strong boy to carry her overstuffed handbag and cook for her three times a day.”

Kojiro blinks at him, Kaoru’s face finally cracks into a smile.

“Why else would you be the way that you are?”

“Get off my bed,” Kojiro demands, ruining it by laughing. “Out of my house and never some back.

Kaoru laughs, deep from his chest and Kojiro flops down on the bed beside him to wait out what’s to come. However long it takes.

#matchablossom #kojiro x kaoru #sk8shorts #sk8 fanfic #soulmate au #My writing #myficlets