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[Team Four] For the Team
*shifts nervously* Hi, I'm Ingrid! I'm new here, and I mainly word vomit my feelings through fics. Yoroshiku~
Title is taken from Free! (but PSA I haven't watched anything) but the fic is basically feelings for the ending of Suikyuu Yankees. This is also a fic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xingphonic for reasons I cannot yet disclose. But. Yeah. *spreads arms* Feelings.
Kind of spoiler-y for people who have yet to watch the drama, so yeah!
(I am so bad at these things)
Well then. *gestures* To the fic!
Scoring that goal was the beginning and ending of everything for the suikyuu team members.
To Torao, it meant the end of an era. The sweat and tears and frustrations he had carried since middle school were drowned in the water amidst flailing limbs and the loud wail of the buzzer that signified that the game has ended, that the blond yankee kid's shot got in, that his fight for the summer was officially over. He rubbed his right shoulder, wincing a little from the strain, and wondered how the hell that Inaba Naoya kid played to the point of bruising and almost breaking his shoulder for good. He wondered what drove him to do his best and go beyond that.
He looked towards the stands, saw the girls from the Suiran suikyuu team, and sought the gaze of the girl whose eyes were always watching him to begin with.
He caught Rei's tiny nod of approval and allowed himself a smile.
The only thing that ended was this summer.
There will always be a new summer next year.
To Ryuji, it meant the end of a love that could have been. Amidst sweet corn cobs and the flowing water from the kitchen faucet, his resolve to confess flowed down the drain along with the soap suds and his already fragile courage. He had put on his brave face, told her he'd want to show her that they'd win. He told her she helped him go back to playing water polo, how she helped him meet new friends and face his fears and go back to being a version of himself that he liked.
She smiled at him, as always. Even when he pushed her into the pool, even if she pulled him in with her. Even if he had shouted at her in the park they had often went to, even if tears of frustration ran down her cheeks as she flung the book he had given her (and forgotten, but not really) at him, seen the picture of the past him smiling and happy among the people he liked, doing the things that he loved, and being a version of himself that he could look at in the mirror without flinching and wanting to hide in shame.
Her smile was the constant thing in his eighteen year-old world of faint hearts and misgivings. Her smile, her words, her profile as she walked beside him as they talk, the friends that have returned in his life and the friends he had newly made. Handheld games were set aside for treading water and high fives at the end of practice, eating monja with his teammates and thinking of strategies to help improve their game with the notes she had prepared for them.
But then he saw how her smiles had slowly shifted, from being for him to being for someone else. How the easy laughter had been directed to the tall blond yankee kid with the stubborn insistence he had long recognized from her as well. The way she cried, clutching his school jacket, that time when it seemed she had lost him for good. The smiles that she had given him, the words of encouragement, were now to be meant for someone else.
So that night, at the school's swimming pool, he told Naoya how he felt about her. The girl with the sweet smile and the gentle words.
He heard how Naoya wanted to protect her. Saw how he fought in that last match. Saw that smile he always loved to see when she told Naoya she liked him too.
For him, it was enough.
To Chiaki, it meant owning up to what he believed a man should be. The dark days of being a pushover were washed away with the sweat and the chlorine, and owning up to himself was easier with the other six members by his side. He tapped his closed fist over his heart and flashed a peace sign, an easy smile on his face as everyone else hugged each other in glee.
The scoreboard was 14-13, the victory was theirs, and as he looked over the stands he could hear the people who may have set him aside cheering their names. He looked over at Ryoko and smiled, wiggling his fingers in a quirky peace sign. She waved and nodded, and he turned back to his teammates and threw their swim caps up in the air.
He raised his hand with everyone, a fist pump of victory.
A victory for themselves.
A victory for everyone.
To Nagisa, it meant the reunion with her childhood friend. He was all blond and bumbling and innocent (or just plain dense, really), listlessly projecting voices at electric fans and somehow finding the courage to go on. It meant waking up from a fever to a blond head sleeping by her bedside, a towel in his limp hand and a bowl of lukewarm soup he must have made. Endless cobs of sweet corn, challenge letters written in his scrawling penmanship and weird Japanese, all his weird shows of affections that she always seemed to misunderstand. Pinching each other cheeks, him always confused why she was always so angry at him.
Finding her when she didn’t know where to go. Holding her hand and passing through the shrine gate that bound people together without so much as a proper clue what it really meant and still being happy about it. Holding her hand, finding him when he didn’t know who he was supposed to be anymore, holding on. Holding on. Writing the words on his hand, clasping them to her chest, closing her eyes, wishing for all the best that he deserves. Meeting her eyes halfway across a room, the smiles he sent her way.
The warm feeling of his smiles, his hand engulfing hers, and the last page torn from his notebook. Her memories hidden in a box and her feelings growing in a hidden corner of her heart.
It meant the reunion with the man her friend has become. It meant meeting the person she always knew he could become.
It meant the reunion with a person she has grown to love.
To Naoya, it meant finding things he wanted to protect. The school he had aspired to be in, the pride of what it meant to be strong in all the senses of the word, the passion that had carried him from being cry baby to yankee.
It meant upholding the words that had made him stronger throughout the years.
If you give up from the start, you can’t do anything. If you don’t give up, things will not end. You can be anyone. The possibilities are infinite.
So he chose to be strong. He chose to fight for the school. He chose to fight for the people he had met, the friends he had made. He chose to fight for what he believed in; believed that anyone could change for the better, believed that even as someone viewed as garbage can rise to the top.
He chose to protect the people that meant the world to him. The school and for who it stood for.
And Nagisa.
The Nagisa from ten years ago has grown. She was still strong. She was still his childhood best friend. But she’s different now. She has curves and edges she didn’t have before, and now he towered over her. He can easily dodge her playful punches (though he rarely does), and she lets him take care of her once in a while. He gets confused when she pouts at him and tell him that she doesn’t understand him, but still she stays and smiles at him, reaching out her hand whenever he needs it the most even when it is unasked.
From the start, he had always meant to protect her.
Somewhere along the way, protecting her ended up meaning loving the being that is Nagisa as well.
The summer meant a lot of things. Beginnings, endings, falling down and standing up.
For Naoya and Nagisa, it was the start of something new.
Tapsltgmars , your turn! :)
Title is taken from Free! (but PSA I haven't watched anything) but the fic is basically feelings for the ending of Suikyuu Yankees. This is also a fic for
xingphonic for reasons I cannot yet disclose. But. Yeah. *spreads arms* Feelings.Kind of spoiler-y for people who have yet to watch the drama, so yeah!
(I am so bad at these things)
Well then. *gestures* To the fic!
Scoring that goal was the beginning and ending of everything for the suikyuu team members.
To Torao, it meant the end of an era. The sweat and tears and frustrations he had carried since middle school were drowned in the water amidst flailing limbs and the loud wail of the buzzer that signified that the game has ended, that the blond yankee kid's shot got in, that his fight for the summer was officially over. He rubbed his right shoulder, wincing a little from the strain, and wondered how the hell that Inaba Naoya kid played to the point of bruising and almost breaking his shoulder for good. He wondered what drove him to do his best and go beyond that.
He looked towards the stands, saw the girls from the Suiran suikyuu team, and sought the gaze of the girl whose eyes were always watching him to begin with.
He caught Rei's tiny nod of approval and allowed himself a smile.
The only thing that ended was this summer.
There will always be a new summer next year.
To Ryuji, it meant the end of a love that could have been. Amidst sweet corn cobs and the flowing water from the kitchen faucet, his resolve to confess flowed down the drain along with the soap suds and his already fragile courage. He had put on his brave face, told her he'd want to show her that they'd win. He told her she helped him go back to playing water polo, how she helped him meet new friends and face his fears and go back to being a version of himself that he liked.
She smiled at him, as always. Even when he pushed her into the pool, even if she pulled him in with her. Even if he had shouted at her in the park they had often went to, even if tears of frustration ran down her cheeks as she flung the book he had given her (and forgotten, but not really) at him, seen the picture of the past him smiling and happy among the people he liked, doing the things that he loved, and being a version of himself that he could look at in the mirror without flinching and wanting to hide in shame.
Her smile was the constant thing in his eighteen year-old world of faint hearts and misgivings. Her smile, her words, her profile as she walked beside him as they talk, the friends that have returned in his life and the friends he had newly made. Handheld games were set aside for treading water and high fives at the end of practice, eating monja with his teammates and thinking of strategies to help improve their game with the notes she had prepared for them.
But then he saw how her smiles had slowly shifted, from being for him to being for someone else. How the easy laughter had been directed to the tall blond yankee kid with the stubborn insistence he had long recognized from her as well. The way she cried, clutching his school jacket, that time when it seemed she had lost him for good. The smiles that she had given him, the words of encouragement, were now to be meant for someone else.
So that night, at the school's swimming pool, he told Naoya how he felt about her. The girl with the sweet smile and the gentle words.
He heard how Naoya wanted to protect her. Saw how he fought in that last match. Saw that smile he always loved to see when she told Naoya she liked him too.
For him, it was enough.
To Chiaki, it meant owning up to what he believed a man should be. The dark days of being a pushover were washed away with the sweat and the chlorine, and owning up to himself was easier with the other six members by his side. He tapped his closed fist over his heart and flashed a peace sign, an easy smile on his face as everyone else hugged each other in glee.
The scoreboard was 14-13, the victory was theirs, and as he looked over the stands he could hear the people who may have set him aside cheering their names. He looked over at Ryoko and smiled, wiggling his fingers in a quirky peace sign. She waved and nodded, and he turned back to his teammates and threw their swim caps up in the air.
He raised his hand with everyone, a fist pump of victory.
A victory for themselves.
A victory for everyone.
To Nagisa, it meant the reunion with her childhood friend. He was all blond and bumbling and innocent (or just plain dense, really), listlessly projecting voices at electric fans and somehow finding the courage to go on. It meant waking up from a fever to a blond head sleeping by her bedside, a towel in his limp hand and a bowl of lukewarm soup he must have made. Endless cobs of sweet corn, challenge letters written in his scrawling penmanship and weird Japanese, all his weird shows of affections that she always seemed to misunderstand. Pinching each other cheeks, him always confused why she was always so angry at him.
Finding her when she didn’t know where to go. Holding her hand and passing through the shrine gate that bound people together without so much as a proper clue what it really meant and still being happy about it. Holding her hand, finding him when he didn’t know who he was supposed to be anymore, holding on. Holding on. Writing the words on his hand, clasping them to her chest, closing her eyes, wishing for all the best that he deserves. Meeting her eyes halfway across a room, the smiles he sent her way.
The warm feeling of his smiles, his hand engulfing hers, and the last page torn from his notebook. Her memories hidden in a box and her feelings growing in a hidden corner of her heart.
It meant the reunion with the man her friend has become. It meant meeting the person she always knew he could become.
It meant the reunion with a person she has grown to love.
To Naoya, it meant finding things he wanted to protect. The school he had aspired to be in, the pride of what it meant to be strong in all the senses of the word, the passion that had carried him from being cry baby to yankee.
It meant upholding the words that had made him stronger throughout the years.
If you give up from the start, you can’t do anything. If you don’t give up, things will not end. You can be anyone. The possibilities are infinite.
So he chose to be strong. He chose to fight for the school. He chose to fight for the people he had met, the friends he had made. He chose to fight for what he believed in; believed that anyone could change for the better, believed that even as someone viewed as garbage can rise to the top.
He chose to protect the people that meant the world to him. The school and for who it stood for.
And Nagisa.
The Nagisa from ten years ago has grown. She was still strong. She was still his childhood best friend. But she’s different now. She has curves and edges she didn’t have before, and now he towered over her. He can easily dodge her playful punches (though he rarely does), and she lets him take care of her once in a while. He gets confused when she pouts at him and tell him that she doesn’t understand him, but still she stays and smiles at him, reaching out her hand whenever he needs it the most even when it is unasked.
From the start, he had always meant to protect her.
Somewhere along the way, protecting her ended up meaning loving the being that is Nagisa as well.
The summer meant a lot of things. Beginnings, endings, falling down and standing up.
For Naoya and Nagisa, it was the start of something new.
Taps
ltgmars , your turn! :)
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JKSDLHFAKJSDHJKFHJKSFJDF I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS. ALL THE PAIRINGS. /ALL THE PAIRINGS/
He looked towards the stands, saw the girls from the Suiran suikyuu team, and sought the gaze of the girl whose eyes were always watching him to begin with.
/swoons
AND THEN
The only thing that ended was this summer.
There will always be a new summer next year.
TORAOOOOOOOOOOOOO. TORAOOOOOOOOOOOO. Torao has grown so much ;u; i'm so proud of him. ♥
I love Ryuji's section SO MUCH. Pls let me quote my favourite lines. <3
Amidst sweet corn cobs and the flowing water from the kitchen faucet, his resolve to confess flowed down the drain along with the soap suds and his already fragile courage.
;u;
And then thinking about the way nagisa helped him to face his fears and helped him to go back to being a version of himself he liked, yesssss. yes so much. ;_;
Her smile was the constant thing in his eighteen year-old world of faint hearts and misgivings. Her smile, her words, her profile as she walked beside him as they talk, the friends that have returned in his life and the friends he had newly made.
♥
the stubborn insistence he had long recognized from her as well.
sdfjkhlakjshblkjdfs
For him, it was enough.
Ryujiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. ;_; (i was always a little further across the nagisa/naoya line than the ryuji/nagisa, but i'm really happy with the way it was handled; talking to naoya about his feelings for nagisa and realising the depth of them, and taking into consideration nagisa's feelings, too. "For him, it was enough". yes. ;u; <3 <3 <3)
fjklhsdkjhf the Chiaki/Ryoko section. Cute cute cute cute cute cute. He looked over at Ryoko and smiled, wiggling his fingers in a quirky peace sign
It meant waking up from a fever to a blond head sleeping by her bedside, a towel in his limp hand and a bowl of lukewarm soup he must have made.
/rolls
all his weird shows of affections that she always seemed to misunderstand.
/ROLLS ALL OVER YOU OMG. OMG. i love that you implied that she only SEEMED to misunderstand him instead of actually misunderstanding sdfljkahljahjlkajkh AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Nagisa is the cutest. ;u;
Her memories hidden in a box and her feelings growing in a hidden corner of her heart.
It meant the reunion with the man her friend has become. It meant meeting the person she always knew he could become.
It meant the reunion with a person she has grown to love.
INGRID I'M GOING TO CRY. I'M SORRY I'M QUOTING EVERYTHING BACK AT YOU I'M ACTUALLY INSANE. BUT YOUR WORDS. UGJHDLSHFJKALH YOUR WORDS i love them. ♥ ♥ ♥
From the start, he had always meant to protect her.
Somewhere along the way, protecting her ended up meaning loving the being that is Nagisa as well.
/sobs everywhere
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ
omg ingrid this is amazing thank you so muuuuuuch. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ /rolls around in all your suikyuu feelings
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Hashtag Team All The Pairings FTW!!!
Torao makes me so proud, his character development is so nice to see ;u;
I legitimately hurt for Ryuji so bad even if I am more of a Naoya/Nagisa shipper ((even if they are so frustrating because UGH GET TOGETHER ALREADY)) but I really think that fundamentally, Ryuji really liked Nagisa because he could be a version of himself that he likes whenever he's with her and that's so important in how their relationship developed ;A; AND I JUST WANT TO HUG HIM AND HOPE HE'LL BE HAPPY
Nagisa is so precious, I want to boop Naoya on the head every time he goes dense child on her ;u;
THANK YOU FOR ALL THE QUOTES AND THE FLAILS YAY ♥ Oh hey come sit with me and let's cry over them together ;u;
Thank you toooo and you're welcome and omg I'm glad you liked it ;A;
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F E E L I N G S
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F E E L I N G S E V E R Y W H E R E
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(How did I not know this was your lj?? or did I... know and forget. UHM. HI 8D/)
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((...IDK I THINK YOU JUST FORGOT??? But hiiiiiii //waves))