Exactly what it says in the tin. The election has been/is a train wreck, so I'm writing sports anime fluff to deal. Pairings and theme will be marked in the subject of each reply.
"Why do you keep hiding?" Fukutomi demanded one night after dinner.
"What do you mean, hiding?" Toudou replied. "I said I was going to watch TV. How is that hiding?"
"You're going to go watch TV while I shower. What happened to us showering together? What happened to you dragging me to your family's ryokan so that we could soak in the onsen together? You haven't done that in over a year now; not since your accident," Fukutomi said pointedly, glancing down at Toudou's leg.
Toudou shrugged. "It takes me longer now," he said, "and I take up more space. I don't want to get in your way."
Fukutomi stared at him. "It's not just that. You don't change when I'm in the room anymore. If we're having sex, it's always with the lights dimmed. What happened? Do you think I'm so shallow I'll suddenly hate you because of a few scars or something."
"It's not just a few scars!" Toudou snapped. Then he turned away. "It's not you either. I was the Yamagami," he said more quietly. "How can I be a god if I'm a cripple?"
"Ever heard of Hephaestus?" Fukutomi asked, coming to stand beside Toudou. "He was both. Didn't let it stop him. More importantly, You. Are. Beautiful"—he poked Toudou's chest on each word for emphasis—"No one's going to convince me otherwise. And I want to shower with you tonight."
"Fine," Toudou said, "but don't say I didn't warn you."
Fukutomi glared at him until he turned away and started for the bedroom. "I'll meet you in there," he called back over his shoulder.
Fukutomi was already in the shower by the time Toudou arrived. He left his crutches outside the door and tried not to look up as he made the awkward transition to the stool that was always inside for him.
"I told you this would be awkward," he said as soon as he was settled. "What am I supposed to do now?"
"First, you'll let me wash your back, because you've complained for years about how much you hate doing it yourself," Fukutomi said, already spreading shower gel on his hands.
"I don't see how you don't. It's hard to reach, and how are you supposed to know if you missed a spot? And on top that—oh, that feels good, Fuku," Toudou said as Fukutomi's fingers pressed into the knots in his shoulders. "God, I had forgotten how good you were at this."
Fukutomi just grunted in reply as he continued working his hands across every inch of Toudou's back. Except for Toudou's contented humming, there was silence until Fukutomi was rinsing the last of the soap off of his back.
"Fuku, thank you," Toudou said finally. "Now kneel down so I can wash your hair. Don't think I haven't noticed you've been skimping on conditioning recently."
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Fukutomi/Toudou: Beauty, cw: internalized ableism
"What do you mean, hiding?" Toudou replied. "I said I was going to watch TV. How is that hiding?"
"You're going to go watch TV while I shower. What happened to us showering together? What happened to you dragging me to your family's ryokan so that we could soak in the onsen together? You haven't done that in over a year now; not since your accident," Fukutomi said pointedly, glancing down at Toudou's leg.
Toudou shrugged. "It takes me longer now," he said, "and I take up more space. I don't want to get in your way."
Fukutomi stared at him. "It's not just that. You don't change when I'm in the room anymore. If we're having sex, it's always with the lights dimmed. What happened? Do you think I'm so shallow I'll suddenly hate you because of a few scars or something."
"It's not just a few scars!" Toudou snapped. Then he turned away. "It's not you either. I was the Yamagami," he said more quietly. "How can I be a god if I'm a cripple?"
"Ever heard of Hephaestus?" Fukutomi asked, coming to stand beside Toudou. "He was both. Didn't let it stop him. More importantly, You. Are. Beautiful"—he poked Toudou's chest on each word for emphasis—"No one's going to convince me otherwise. And I want to shower with you tonight."
"Fine," Toudou said, "but don't say I didn't warn you."
Fukutomi glared at him until he turned away and started for the bedroom. "I'll meet you in there," he called back over his shoulder.
Fukutomi was already in the shower by the time Toudou arrived. He left his crutches outside the door and tried not to look up as he made the awkward transition to the stool that was always inside for him.
"I told you this would be awkward," he said as soon as he was settled. "What am I supposed to do now?"
"First, you'll let me wash your back, because you've complained for years about how much you hate doing it yourself," Fukutomi said, already spreading shower gel on his hands.
"I don't see how you don't. It's hard to reach, and how are you supposed to know if you missed a spot? And on top that—oh, that feels good, Fuku," Toudou said as Fukutomi's fingers pressed into the knots in his shoulders. "God, I had forgotten how good you were at this."
Fukutomi just grunted in reply as he continued working his hands across every inch of Toudou's back. Except for Toudou's contented humming, there was silence until Fukutomi was rinsing the last of the soap off of his back.
"Fuku, thank you," Toudou said finally. "Now kneel down so I can wash your hair. Don't think I haven't noticed you've been skimping on conditioning recently."