#sportsfest2020

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[fic] we still chose

fandom: kazetsuyo/run with the wind characters: haiji kiyose & kurahara kakeru notes: written for sportsfest2020; wc 486

"Does the walker choose the path or the path the walker?" --Garth Nix, Sabriel

kakeru bursts into haiji’s life like a shooting star: fast and bright and brilliant, promise streaking behind him like a trail of starlight through the night sky.

it’s the kind of shock that upends haiji’s whole world. the sky seems to tilt. under his feet, the ground quakes. every cell of haiji’s body tells him to follow this star struck to earth, and so he does.

when haiji thinks back on that first meeting, he amuses himself by wondering if the universe gave him a gift that night: this boy with a perfect runner’s form and a deep-buried passion to match, even if haiji has to peel away the layers of apprehension and trauma to find it. with kakeru, the rest of it all falls into place: haiji’s team, coming together. haiji’s goal, becoming something tangible. haiji’s dream, burning big and warm and overwhelming, like the light at the end of the tunnel saying come home to me.  

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after the hakone ekiden, he tells kakeru this: “don’t you think it’s fate? us, finding each other when we needed it the most.”

kakeru blinks at the odd conversation topic. “haiji-san,” he finally says, “you believe in fate?”

if you could have seen what i saw in you then, haiji wants to say. there’s a strange stirring in his chest, his heartbeat in his ears. if you could understand what i see in you now.

before haiji can attempt to put this feeling into words, kakeru surprises him by answering his question. “i don’t know. i wasn’t really thinking about running that night, you know. i wasn’t really thinking about anything.”

“but you still stayed,” haiji says.

kakeru snorts. “you didn’t really give me a choice. are you sure you’re not the one pulling the strings of this so-called fate, haiji-san?”

haiji can’t resist: he reaches over to ruffle kakeru’s hair even as the other boy scowls and tries to bat his hand away. “maybe so! but if you really, really hated running, then you could’ve still left, you know.”

for a moment, kakeru considers this. from the grimace on his face, haiji guesses that he’s thinking about all the psychological manipulation (or so everyone claims—haiji maintains that he’s just naturally persuasive) he suffered. but when kakeru finally speaks, his voice is thoughtful.

“i don’t think i could. hate running, i mean. i don’t think i could ever truly hate running.” kakeru throws haiji a somewhat lost look, faltering.

even though kakeru trails off, haiji knows intimately what kakeru wishes to say. some things are ingrained so deep in your bones that they transcend the simplicity of love and hate. running, to them, is as much a way of life as it is a passion.    

“i guess it doesn’t matter if it was fate or destiny or whatever,” kakeru decides with a shrug, pulling haiji out of his contemplation. “in the end, we still chose to run.”

#run with the wind #Kaze ga tsuyoku fuiteiru #kazetsuyo #haiji kiyose #kurahara kakeru #kakehai #swankitty writes #sportsfest2020

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Team Hoshiai no Sora is looking for more members to qualify for Sportsfest ! @sportsfestival

Sportsfest is a 2 months long big-bang/prompting like event around sports anime and manga! More info over here: https://sportsfestival.tumblr.com/post/618486387960872960/sportsfest-2020-sign-ups-now-open

#sportsfest2020 #anime sports festival #sportsfestival #dailysportsanime #hoshiai no sora #stars align

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Big Bang Prompt: Pokemon AU

Haiji and Kakeru in a world where everyone has a Pokemon buddy: Haiji has an Arcanine from the days he used to run, and Kakeru has a Skarmory because it's a bird, so it's fast (uh...) and metaphor...?

Image description: Haiji taking a nap on his Arcanine in the park, while Kakeru looks on with his Skarmory perched on his shoulder.

#sportsfestival #kakehai #run with the wind #kazetsuyo #pokemon AU #sportsfest2020 #kakeru #haiji #fanart

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Words: 1503 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Miyuki Kazuya/Takigawa Chris Yuu Characters: Miyuki Kazuya, Takigawa Chris Yuu Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Tattoo Artist Miyuki Kazuya, Lawyer Takigawa Chris Yuu, Aged-Up Character(s), Motorcycle Accident Mentioned, thirst at first sight, Innuendo Summary:

Miyuki had been ecstatic when Rei told him she was planning on taking over her father’s shop and was willing to sell Line Out to him. Of course he agreed. Miyuki had been saving up to open up his own place for years.

He had been less than excited when Rei added, “I’ll have my lawyer draw up the paperwork.”

#chrismiyu #daiya no ace #sportsfest2020 #remix round #oaktoontwrites #not beta read because i accidentally hit 'post' on my draft #XD #also it didn't make it into the fic but i offer up the image of Rei in a sleeveless button up with her arms covered in tattoos

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Parents and Participants of the #TrackAndField event for #HGME #Sportsfest2020 #HomeschoolGlobalMiddleEast #Homeschooling #Grade1 #RoyalFamily #princecedric #princesssarah #kingbenedict #teamcedie Events place is at #NewWorldPrivateSchool #Dubai #UAE 18.01.20 (at New World Private School) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7iZ8SPnNFd/?igshid=1xrrv82ole6jh

#trackandfield #hgme #sportsfest2020 #homeschoolglobalmiddleeast #homeschooling #grade1 #royalfamily #princecedric #princesssarah #kingbenedict #teamcedie #newworldprivateschool #dubai #uae

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[fic]

fandom: the prince of tennis characters: atobe keigo/echizen ryoma notes: 648w; written for sportsfest2020

“You still cross my mind from time to time, and I mostly smile / Still so set on finding out where we went wrong and why” - “Andria” by La Dispute 

Atobe stops playing tennis in college.

Officially, Atobe tells the team that he has better things to focus on. At the end of the day, he’s not aiming to play professionally—taking over the Atobe Corporation is far more important, and though he never struggles academically, it seems that not even the great Atobe Keigo is immune to things like the demands of reality.

Over the phone, Ryoma scoffs. “I thought you liked playing,” he says, voice breaking over the static. Ryoma, having long moved on from Japan’s pro circuit (“I’ve already defeated anyone worth playing”), is in America, causing chaos and defeating tennis hot-shots left and right.  

“I did—I do.” Atobe corrects himself just a moment too late. If Ryoma hears his stumble, he doesn’t comment on it.

“Keigo,” Ryoma says, “What do you want me to tell you? That you should keep playing?”

There’s an undercurrent in Ryoma’s voice that Atobe cannot quite parse. He tells himself it’s because of the bad signal in his apartment—he’ll have words with the telephone company later.

“Dear,” another scoff, though this one much fonder, “I’m not afraid to face the truth.”

There’s a pause. “You already know what I’ll say,” Ryoma says.

The worst part is, Atobe does. The truth of the matter is this: Ryoma is playing tennis, and Atobe isn’t. Ryoma blazed his way through the middle and high school tennis circuits, and more often than not, Atobe was the stepping stone sacrificed on the path to glory.

 As expected of him, Atobe captained Hyotei High School’s tennis team. He led them to nationals twice, but to the championship never. Sometime between the first and second nationals run Ryoma had cornered him—Atobe doesn’t quite remember where or when, only that it was a rather nice day filled with rather satisfying tennis—and looked up at him with that cocky grin and said, “Hey, monkey king.”

Atobe remembers his lip curling in a half-smirk, half-sneer. “Echizen. To what do I owe the honor?”

The way Ryoma’s eyes gleam tears Atobe’s breath away. “Let’s play a match,” the boy says. “Let’s make a wager.”

Atobe doesn’t back down from challenges.

 (Ryoma’s request was a date. Atobe thinks it a prank at first, but Ryoma drags him to a truly horrendous fast food restaurant, then to the tennis courts, and then kisses him under the setting sun.)

 I’m not afraid to face the truth, Atobe had said. And to some extent, perhaps he was right. Somewhere along the line, Atobe began picking up his racket out of obligation rather than joy.

Perhaps Ryoma had felt it too. The two of them were connected more closely by tennis than anything else. To Ryoma, tennis was like a lifeblood: he loved it more deeply than anything else, more than he liked Atobe. Some cruel part of Atobe’s brain whispered that it was because Ryoma hadn’t known anything else, that nothing in Ryoma’s life ever competed with the desire to play tennis. No expectations, no duties to uphold. Just passion and play, intersecting in all the ways Atobe envied him for.

This too, was a truth Atobe forced himself to face. Evidently, somewhere along the way, tennis was no longer fun. The all-important component of the Pinnacle of Perfection, slipped from Atobe’s fingers before he’d even realized it was gone.

Coincidentally, this is around the time when he and Ryoma stop speaking. Not out of malice, or envy, or anger, but simply—

Atobe convinces himself that it is time to move on.  

 Ryoma wins Wimbledon for the third year in a row. That season, he sweeps the international circuit like a wildfire, bagging win after win. Echizen begins to become a household name.

Through the television, Atobe watches as Ryoma raises his fist in victory. The grin on his face is wide and brilliant; the crowd cheers.

Atobe smiles, bittersweet.

#prince of tennis #atobe keigo #echizen ryoma #royal pair #atoryo #tenipuri #swankitty writes #sportsfest2020 #i rlly can never decide on a posting format huh.....

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Big Bang Prompt: K Project by GORA and GoHands

I actually watched season one a few months ago, but always wanted an excuse to try to draw the cast's outfits. Thanks for giving me that opportunity!

#sportsfestival #sportsfest2020 #haikyu #fanart #ushiten #ushijima #tendo #bigbangart #sportsfest #sketch

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[fic] all my being

fandom: kuroko no basket characters: kiyoshi teppei, aida riko notes: character study/introspection; written for sportsfest 2020; wc 480

The whispers follow him out the gymnasium and into the hospital. The paramedics accompanying him in the ambulance ask questions about his pain level and about his day as they try to stabilize his knee and all he can hear is the great gust of the ground falling out beneath his feet.

The next time he blinks, he’s sitting in a hospital bed, knee wrapped in tight bandages and elevated above the mattress. There’s a doctor writing something in a clipboard who smiles encouragingly when he sees that Kiyoshi is awake.

“Young man,” the doctor begins, “you play basketball, right?”

Something like despair worms its way into his heart; Kiyoshi can already guess where this conversation is going. “I won’t stop playing,” he says more calmly than he feels. “No matter what.”

It’s either surgery with a stupidly long rehabilitation time—one that would crush any chance of playing basketball in high school, with Seirin—or a lesser recovery plan that would let him back on the court in under than a year but potentially cripple him for life.

Kiyoshi already knows what his choice will be.

“A basketball team?” Riko asks, eyes wide. “You’re kidding, right?”

Kiyoshi tilts his head. “Why do you think that?”

Riko does her best impression of a fish. “You have the minimum number for a club and you think that you’ll be able to pull a team together? If you aren’t aiming for the top, I want no part in it. Don’t waste my time.”

It’s a valid reason, and Riko is too clever to sign her name next to a team that won’t appreciate her talents. Kiyoshi’s team is rough around the edges, and some need a little more prodding than others, but the most important thing is that they all want to play. They may not be championship material yet, but the fun of it is etched in their very bones.

But just this isn’t enough to sway Riko.  “What can I say to convince you?” Kiyoshi asks instead.

Riko scoffs. “I’ve heard of you, Kiyoshi Teppei. A talented player—they called you one of the uncrowned kings, and yet you’re here, at some no-name school that doesn’t even have a basketball team. How much do you even like basketball?”

“I love it.” The words tumble out of his mouth with little thought. A rush of joy flushes through his body when he remembers the weight of the ball in the palm of his hand. The wind in his hair as he jumps for a throw. The thrill of a team moving together like a well-oiled machine. Of victory and of loss.

Evidently, not the answer Riko had been expecting. She stares, as if trying to gauge the sincerity of his words. “…Love?”

“Love,” Kiyoshi agrees. Because there’s no other way to describe it, this feeling he has. “With all my being.”

#kuroko no basket #knb #kiyoshi teppei #aida riko #kuroko's basketball #sportsfest2020 #swankitty writes

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[fic] take me home

fandom: haikyuu!! characters: oikawa tooru/sugawara koushi notes: written for sportsfest 2020 (prompt: harbor, summer, storm); vague magic & mythology; wc 530

The height of summer brings with it seasonal thunderstorms. From the shores of the harbor, Sugawara watches as the sky begins to darken and as clouds begin to roll in, thick and dark and heavy.

A fisherman, struggling to balance his load of nets and tackle, hurries past him, shooting him a worried look.

“Kid,” the man says. “You should head home. This storm’s going to be a bad one.”

As if to prove the fisherman’s point, the waves begin to crest. A particularly rough one slaps against the edge of the pier, sending seafoam into the air and up Sugawara’s nose. The white of it, tinted by the dark ocean water, almost looks the same shade of gray as Sugawara’s hair.

“Thank you for the warning,” Sugawara says politely, and doesn’t move. He turns back to look at the open sea.

The fisherman’s steps fade into the distance. As the wind begins to rise, a distant rumble of thunder follows. By now, the harbor has cleared of people, but Sugawara faces the rising waves with a smile that threatens to overwhelm him. He’s not watching the incoming storm, but the white waves at his feet.

From the seafoam forms a man. The water, green and black and blue, churns and swirls around the man before falling back into the ocean proper like a small, personal waterfall.

“Hello, love,” says the man from the sea, and Sugawara laughs. The sound is clear and bright, a bell’s chime that strikes true even in the heart of the storm.  

“Tooru,” Sugawara says, swinging his legs over the edge of the pier. “Missed me?”

Oikawa Tooru smiles and tilts his head close. His hair smells like the promise of lightning in the air, and the open sea reflects in his eyes. “It’s been too long. Of course I have.”

“Only a year,” Sugawara replies, and says, quieter, “I missed you too.”

In one swift motion, Oikawa steps off the cresting wave and sits next to him. The seawater rolls off his skin, dripping onto the wooden pier and dampening Sugawara’s clothes, but he barely notices because Oikawa has leaned in to kiss him, deep and long. Sugawara can taste the sea-salt on his lips. Warmth floods his body; though the winds are cold, Oikawa’s hands on his thighs are strong and steady, anchoring him as if they were sitting in the eye of the storm.

“Come home with me,” Oikawa whispers. His hand brushes against Sugawara’s cheek. “There’s a whole world under the ocean to explore, just for you and me.”

Every summer since they first met, Oikawa has made this offer. Every summer, Sugawara, burdened by duty to his family and the few, precious friends he’s gained, has refused.

This time, Sugawara thinks about an empty house and quiet mornings. His friends have departed one by one, seeking grander cities and greater things.

What Sugawara has left is this—a man of the sea and of the storms. A promise that surfaces every summer, a lure beneath the waves.

“Yes,” Sugawara answers, voice full of longing. He watches as Oikawa’s eyes go wide with wonder. “Take me home, Tooru. Take me home.”

#haikyuu!! #oikawa tooru #sugawara koushi #oisuga #haikyuu #swankitty writes #sportsfest2020

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Big Bang Prompt: Promare AU

Hinata is an up-and-coming Firefighter; Kageyama is a genius Burnish. Volleyball is fire fighting. To be honest, I don't think the ice cuffs / Burnish armor work like this, but I wanted to draw something not directly from the Promare movie this time!

Image Description: Hinata has just immediately turned on a fire hose against Kageyama. Kageyama is leaping up, still half in his Burnish armor and ice cuffs. Kageyama's pose is based on a spiking pose from Volleyball. Hinata is grinning -- he has the upperhand, while Kageyama's wears a face of frustration.

#sportsfestival #kagehina #fanart #promare au #promare #Kageyama #Hinata #sportsfest2020

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[fic] it’s just baseball

fandom: daiya no ace characters: kuramochi youchi & miyuki kazuya notes: written for sportsfest 2020;  wc 456

“It’s just baseball,” some second-year scoffs. “When the baseball team wins nationals I’ll start caring.”

Kuramochi whips his head around and glares, a snarl ready on his lips. But the cafeteria is loud and the offending comment has already been swept away by the background chatter.

“Relax, Kuramochi,” Miyuki says, and Kuramochi turns his burning glare onto him. But Miyuki takes it like a water on a duck and laughs at him instead of quaking in fear.

“Would it kill people to at least respect the work we put in?” Kuramochi grumbles even ask Miyuki clicks his tongue in mock admonishment.

“Look at you,” Miyuki says, sighing in fond exasperation, “itty bitty first year getting so offended on behalf of our senpais.”

“You’re a first year too, you bastard! Just because you got promoted to the first string—”

Miyuki shoves a piece of chicken into Kuramochi’s mouth. “I didn’t think you were the type to care about what other people had to say.”

Never one to waste food, Kuramochi angrily chews for a few moments before swallowing, washing it down with a swig of water. “I don’t, but it just pisses me off when people look down on me. And I can’t even beat them up anymore.”

“That sounds like you just need an outlet for your anger issues.”

“I don’t have anger issues, don’t make up shit about me—”

Miyuki shoves another piece of chicken into Kuramochi’s mouth. This would work out well for him, he thinks, if he could figure out how to do it with the bowls of extra rice the team forces on the first years. Predictably, Kuramochi glares and chews harder.

In the ensuing, relative silence, Miyuki considers. He’d heard the comment too, but had reflexively suppressed the familiar anger and indignation that had sparked in his chest. It’s true that Seidou’s baseball team had seen better years, but the current team has all the makings of greatness. Or—so the captain says. Privately, Miyuki thinks that the team has a long way to go. Himself included, of course, but his own improvement will only go so far if the rest of the team lags behind. Just baseball, huh?

The silence stretches on for too long to be normal, and Miyuki snaps out of his thoughts to Kuramochi’s curious stare.

“What’cha thinking about?” Kuramochi asks, propping his chin in his hand.

Miyuki hums. “How stupid you look with rice stuck on your mouth.”

Kuramochi hisses in indignation, wiping his mouth with his hand. “Fine, keep your stupid thoughts to yourself.”  

The conversation meanders to different topics. When lunch break is over, Miyuki leaves the cafeteria thinking about afternoon practice and stamina drills and player lineups, the comment long forgotten.  

#daiya no ace #Kuramochi Youichi #miyuki kazuya #kuramiyu #sportsfest2020 #swankitty writes

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Big Bang Prompt: what i've been wearing recently (summer outfit ideas) — bestdressed (linked here!)

I really wanted to draw Kenma in a skirt, but the pose + cut length wasn't working out.

Please imagine them 6+ feet apart.

#sportsfestival #sportsfest2020 #haikyuu!! #fanart #kiyoko #yachi #kenma #bigbangart #sportsfest #sketch

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Big Bang Prompt: Rewrite the Stars - The Greatest Showman (listen here)

Consider: Bokuto as Zendaya, and Akaashi as Zac Efron. Imagine the scene from the song, but with these two.

Image description: Bokuto hugging Akaashi on an empty volleyball court. Akaashi is also holding a volleyball. They are looking fondly at each other. Outfits are from canon.

#sportsfestival #sportsfest2020 #haikyuu #bokuaka #fanart #bokuto #akaashi #bigbangart #sportsfest #sketch

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Big Bang Prompt: Howl's Moving Castle - Studio Ghibli (dir. Hayao Miyazaki)

I kind of wonder how many other people immediately think of that scene when they think of Howl's Moving Castle.

Image description: Haiji using magical powers to fly Kakeru over the houses like Howl did in Howl's Moving Castle.

#sportsfestival #sportsfest2020 #run with the wind #kazetsuyo #kakehai #kakeru #haiji #bigbangart #sportsfest #fanart #sketch