prillalar: (mitko)
Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] marksykins! I didn't manage to get this up while it was still the 28th here, sorry. I'd been hoping that by the time your birthday rolled around, I'd be able to manage some Hanai/Tajima for you, but it turns out to be still a little too early. So, instead, MitKo. I hope you like it. :) And I'd come over and eat your brains, but I'm too sleepy. ♥

Nineteen by Halrloprillalar / [livejournal.com profile] prillalar
Slam Dunk, Kogure/Mitsui, PG13, 1600 words.
Afterwards.

read the story )
prillalar: (mitko)
A week later the tape is still on Kogure's glasses, holding the arm together. Mitsui glances at it in the changing room, his eyes flicking back again and again. Kogure smiles when Mitsui catches his eye and Mitsui looks away.

There are many things Mitsui regrets but this is the only one he doesn't know how to apologize for. )
prillalar: (tezuryo net)
Almost writing songfic. Home and Dry - Pet Shop Boys.

*

It's not quite five am when Tezuka finds the gate, and sits, and waits. He stares at the clock hanging from the ceiling, watches each red digit change until they no longer tell the time, just make a pattern in front of his eyes.

The doors open and Tezuka stands. He finds Ryoma in the crowd and Ryoma's sudden smile is as good as a kiss. Tezuka takes Ryoma's bag, Ryoma shrugs and lets him.

They are halfway home when Tezuka remembers he left his half-empty coffee on a seat in the terminal.

*

Kogure has been back in town for two days. Someone saw him at the station and told Mitsui later. Mitsui carries boxes and lifts furniture and wonders if his mobile will ring. On his lunch break, he checks to make sure it's charged. Then he turns it off.

It's snowing when he gets off work. He turns the corner, and there is Kogure, half a centimetre of white on his collar and glasses fogged over. Mitsui stops and they look at each other under the street lamp.

"Your hair is growing," Kogure says at last.

Mitsui doesn't know what to say, so he grabs Kogure around the chest and closes his eyes and doesn't move until Kogure's hands lock around Mitsui's waist. Kogure's cheek presses against Mitsui's and it's so cold that Mitsui shivers.

"How is university?" Mitsui says as they pull apart.

"Fine." Kogure stuffs his hands into his pockets. "How is work?"

"Fine," Mitsui says and they walk, somewhere, Mitsui doesn't know where. At least I'll get laid, he tells himself and blinks against the wind.

*

"The flight is delayed," Kawamura says and Akutsu can barely hear him over the static on the line. "Don't bother to meet me."

"Like I would." Akutsu holds the phone to his ear until Kawamura rings off. He eats supper with the TV on and lies on the floor afterwards, arm behind his head, blowing smoke into the air and staring at the ceiling.

It's past two when the door opens. Kawamura sets his bags gently down and slides past them into the room. "You're so noisy," Akutsu says, and rolls over to face him, blanket tangling around his legs.

Kawamura smiles as he shrugs out of his jacket. "You left the light on."

"I fell asleep before I could turn it off."

"I brought you something." Shadows cover half of Kawamura's face. He looks thinner than when he left. His eyelids are drooping. He needs a haircut.

"I don't need any more crap," Akutsu says. He reaches up, pulls Kawamura down onto the futon, rolls half on top of him, pressing his face against Kawamura's neck.

Kawamura turns off the lamp.

*

I think that's enough for me. Do you have any?
prillalar: (mitko)
Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] marksykins, whose prowess is awesome and whose brains I desire to eat! A little MitKo to kick off Slam Dunk for you. (Since the PoT I was trying to write crashed and burned.)


Convalescence by Halrloprillalar
Slam Dunk, Mitsui/Kogure, 700 words, G.
Kogure visits every day.

Timeframe: first year

The peel curled off the apple )
prillalar: (mitko)
Birthday fic #1. Basketball boys. And just because it bears repeating: Slam Dunk is king!

The Personal Journal of Kogure Kiminobu, Entry for July 16, 1990 by Halrloprillalar
Slam Dunk, Mitsui/Kogure, 540 words, PG13.
A day in the life.

Dear diary... )
prillalar: (mitko)
First time with the basketball boys. It's always odd writing the first fic in a new fandom; the names aren't familiar to my fingers and I'm still trying to find the shape of the relationships. And probably invoking every cliche in the fandom, since I haven't had a chance to read any fic yet. But I couldn't wait.

Anywhere else I should post this?


Look Both Ways Before You Cross the Street by Halrloprillalar
Slam Dunk, Mitsui/Kogure, 950 words, PG13.
After the Shoyo game.

One by one, they woke and dressed and left. All but Mitsui. )

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