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That Girl
13 January 2015 @ 02:22 am
Title: Crescendi
Author: inkstrain / Aki
Pairing: Reita/Uruha.
Rating: PG.
Genre: Fluff. Friendship. Life.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my words.
Summary: They were more than grass-stained knees and four corners of a rectangular field. They were Uruha and Reita.
Author’s Notes: Pardon the fic-spamming. I'm rather smitten by the boys at the moment.


We've always been different, you and I, in the way we looked at the world. Our views a little skewed and (always) the opposite of everyone else's reverse. And although it wasn't something we've ever said to each other, it was there: this yearning that we felt—

in the way that our
grass-stained bones
protested & creaked
with words like
more than this.

And yet we tried our hardest to fit in, made our parents (your Mom) proud by limiting our dreams within just the four corners of this field. It was always a mad, slightly strategic scramble for team glory as we got ready in—

our spike-clad feet
as we ran marathons
within a great rectangle
searching wildly for
more than this.

And we never said it aloud, but both of us knew that what we were looking for, it wasn't here. So we looked elsewhere, grasping the fading thrum of echoes and chasing after disintegrating wisps.

"We're going to be more than this," you tell me after a particularly gruesome game, your right knee scratched raw and my left eyesocket beginning to color purple as we stand away from our celebrating teammates, part of the victory but not exactly the reason for it.

"You'll see Kouyou," you whisper with fists clenched tight, the stubborn set of your face fiercer than usual as you turn to me. And then your determined scowl melts into something else. Something warm, as you nudge me on the side with a bony elbow, and suddenly you're grinning. "You'll see."

And I believed you.


Watching the world watch us back onstage, I throw an arm around your shoulder and bump my head against yours, our matching calluses aching in tandem because this is our victory and we're part of it this time, together.

There's a quirk to your lips when you turn your head to face me, eyes gleaming and all-knowing as you raise a brow—see Kouyou?

I nod and hum. Encase you in a one-armed hug. And you're as warm as I remember you being, as warm as ever.

"I've always believed you, Akira."