2019 Locker for Yrin

[kayable]

Name (as you'd like it to appear in the subject line for your stocking): Yrin

Friending Meme Post: (optional) here

Fandoms: Prince of Tennis, Naruto, Hypnosis Mic, Haikyuu!!, Yowamushi Pedal, Bleach, Uraboku

Characters/Pairings/Moresomes:
Tenipuri
InuKai, SanaYuki, and Silver Pair are my big three in popular ships, but because I love rare pairs, I somehow ended up down Shiraishi/Sanada, Gin/Sanada, Kite/Shiraishi, and Kite/Fuji rabbit holes.

Naruto
Shikamaru/Neji, Shikamaru & Temari, Itachi&/Ibiki, anything involving Gaara or Sai

Hypnosis Mic
Riou/Jyuuto, MTC OT3, Jakurai/Doppo, and again down the rare pair rabbit hole with Jakurai/Riou

Haikyuu!!
I love KuroKen ;;;

Likes: domesticity, gentle touches, genius/handler ships (or stressed out disaster human in need of a handler, or really just handlers in general I guess), fantasy AUs, "I hate this, but I'll do it because it's necessary", angst (with a happy ending), piercings/tattoos, weird rare pairs

Dislikes: jealousy, relationship drama, severe mental illness, soulmates

Anything else: I'm excited for this year's vlockers!

Reminder that NOTES are welcome too - just a nice little comment (either plain, or you can even type it up on a nice little graphic/image etc.) for the recipient.


(Comments are going to screened until the reveal on Mar 15. Lockers will be open until the end of March.)

Comments

[miyukitty]

it was so nice seeing you!!! ♥（ﾉ´∀`）stuffs this in your locker and runs away

[wino]

Yrin!!! u have never been anything but a kind, enthusiastic, and observant friend and i am so lucky to have u!! And so is everyone u know tbh. I love ur answers whenever i do polls and how in depth u get about them (ty for humoring me) and the way u remember what everyone likes ; its such a sweet quality to have in a person and im so glad we added each other way back when <3

[doxian]

have some jakurio! hope you enjoy it :] i've liked our hypmic chats a lot, i hope we can talk more in future too!

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"Come in."

Jakurai can't suppress his surprise when he sees the broad frame of Yokohama division's Rio in his office doorway.

"Sensei," says Rio, nodding at him in greeting, letting the door click shut and moving to take a seat on one of the stools. Jakurai's office isn't small by any means, but Rio — in his army fatigues and with the scent of the forest still clinging to him — somehow seems too large for it anyway.

"This is quite the unexpected visit," Jakurai says, not unkindly, turning in his own chair so that he can face Rio. "What can I do for you?"

"A few days ago, we brought Samatoki to you," Rio says, getting right to the point. "You patched him up. You have our thanks for that."

Plain words, but impassioned nonetheless.

"'We'?" asks Jakurai.

"Myself, Jyuto, and Samatoki," clarifies Rio. "Samatoki sent me." His face softens, then, and his next words are quiet. Less rehearsed, less like he's passing on a message on behalf of his team and more like he's speaking from the heart. "It would have been tough, if you hadn't decided to help us. We had nowhere else to turn. Thank you."

Jakurai recalls that night, when the three of them had shown up on his doorstep, Samatoki battered and bleeding and barely standing. He had to be held up by the other two. Jakurai knew better than to ask them what had happened. He merely tended to his ex-teammate's wounds.

"It's a doctor's duty to care for his patients," he says, smiling at Rio benevolently. "I hope Samatoki-kun is doing better."

Rio nods. "He is."

That's that, Jakurai assumes. Except, apparently, it isn't.

"We want to do something to repay you," says Rio.

"That's really not necessary, Busujima-kun," Jakurai says, about to explain the importance of using his healing gifts for good, but he starts talking at the same time Rio says, "A massage."

Jakurai blinks at him.

"A massage?"

"It was Samatoki's idea," Rio explains. "He says I give good ones. So did the men in my former regiment. I'd be honored to share my skill with you."

Jakurai chuckles, about to turn him down, but something in Rio's expression makes him hesitate.

Jakurai doesn't know very much about Busujima Mason Rio. He knows that Rio is earnest, and straightforward, and seems to get along harmoniously enough with at least two rival team members, despite how fiercely he partakes in battle. He doesn't seem like the type who would suggest something like this as a joke. Nor as a come-on, no matter how it might look — a handsome man dropping by Jakurai's office and offering to put his hands on him.

In fact, how long has it been since he'd last felt the touch of another? Not even sexually, but something like a hug or — as Rio is suggesting — a massage?

Jakurai meets Rio's honest gaze with his own.

"Alright. But not now. I do have more patients to see to."

Rio nods. "Your office lacks the necessary space and equipment, as well. It would be best to do this later. At your home, if possible. But I'd like to do something before I go."

Jakurai arches an eyebrow.

"It can't wait?"

"You look..." Rio gestures at his shoulder area. "Strained."

Jakurai hides a laugh behind his hand. "It's that obvious, is it?" All his cautioning Doppo against over-working wasn't enough to prevent him from falling into the habit himself, it seems. He'd definitely spent one too many late nights at the office hunched over paperwork in recent weeks.

"It is," says Rio, even though Jakurai hadn't really been expecting an answer. "Your posture is off. It wouldn't be that way without shoulder tension."

"I can spare a few minutes," Jakurai says. "After that I'll have to get back to work."

Rio seems fine with this, so Jakurai stands up, stripping off his lab coat and turning his chair around, straddling it and leaning against the backrest. There's the noise of Rio moving the stool closer, and then Rio's hands are on his shoulders.

Jakurai swears he begins to melt from the first touch alone.

Rio focuses on his shoulders and the base of his neck, patiently working out the knots with firm, sure fingers. There's pain, when Rio locates the knots and presses down on them, but the release of tension when they loosen is amazing. It's not long until he's slumped bonelessly against the backrest, putty under Rio's hands.

"Jakurai-san?"

Rio is no longer touching him. Jakurai opens his eyes. He had been about to fall asleep. If Rio had continued for a moment longer, he would've dropped off.

Jakurai straightens and changes positions so he's sitting in his chair properly and facing Rio again. A glance at the clock reveals that about 20 minutes have passed. 20 minutes, already?

"Thank you, Busujima-kun," he says, trying to sound as professional as possible and not like he'd been about to melt into a puddle of goo just seconds ago.

"It's the least I can do." Rio rises, looking about ready to leave. "We'll continue this later, Jakurai-san."

"I look forward to it," says Jakurai. He means every word.

[dynamite]

[catlarks]

IF YOU GET TO GIFT ME THE FICS YOU'VE BEEN SITTING ON FOR MONTHS AND MONTHS FOR VLOCKERS I SHOULD! GET TO DO THE SAME!! Except the tennis things I am sitting on weren't so explicitly for you, I just need to leave this dead bird at your feet since I've mentioned it to you more than once now.

I wanted to leave you a Shiraishi/Sanada thing but I straight up could not think about anything other than Shiraishi taking Sanada for walkies via bike and just, I cannot commit that to proper prose words, I just can't, even if I suspect you'd be Fucking Delighted.

ILU VERY VERY MUCH YRIN, HAVE A DEAD BEETLE DEAD DOVE.

-

Shiraishi kneels before the patch of newly-turned earth, head bowed and hands resting heavily on his knees. Yukimura stands behind him with the sun at his back, casting a shadow across the miniature grave.

A mournful quiet descends over them. Shiraishi swallows against the knot in his throat.

"Shall I say a few words?" Yukimura asks.

Shiraishi laughs, a startled, half-choked sound.

"I'm sorry," Yukimura says. "I wasn't sure what else to try."

"It's not really a funeral," Shiraishi confides. "But it is something I had to do."

"I'm not quite sure I understand," Yukimura admits. "I've never had a pet myself."

"Never?" Shiraishi asks.

He looks up at Yukimura, eyes wide. The sun dazzles him when it shines in his face, reducing Yukimura's expression to an unreadable smudge of shadow and irritating eyes that are already red from crying. This isn't the first beetle he's buried, but he's sentimental. The ritual of returning them to the earth rubs his nerves raw every time.

"No," Yukimura says. "Is it truly so surprising?"

Shiraishi shrugs, looking down again. "Everyone has pets."

"Not me." Yukimura speaks loftily, as if telling a story rather than speaking from experience. "Only plants. Which I cared for with the utmost of diligence."

"Have you had a plant die before?"

"Oh, of course," Yukimura says. "Not all growing things have the same will to live, no matter how carefully we might tend to them. But it has felt like something of a personal failure, when I couldn't coax a plant to grow."

"Then you understand," Shiraishi says. "It's something like that."

They fall silent again, until Yukimura's soft voice ventures, "They have awfully short lives, beetles."

"Yes," Shiraishi agrees. "They do."

His beetles are like his garden; death and rebirth, moving in cycles. That, Yukimura will understand.