Here is my Winter Gift Exchange '23 fic for @moistspaghettis on tumblr. Sorry it's late but hope you like it! Happy holidays!
Thank you to @eyeshields for organizing!
Title: A Very Special Christmas (Bowl)
Rating: Gen
Relationship: Kobayakawa Sena/Shin Seijuurou
Tags: Fluff, Missing Scene, Crushes
Summary: Christmas Eve is considered one of the most romantic evenings. Leave it to Sena to spend it talking about football.
Tomorrow is Christmas, and Deimon did not make it to the Christmas Bowl. They’d been knocked out in the semifinals by Oujou in a rematch that mirrored last year. It had gone down to the wire, decided by one failed tackle at the end zone. Sena still gets a bit emotional when he thinks about it, even now a few weeks later. It had been a devastating loss. But if they had to lose to anyone, at least it had been to Oujou who’d gone on to win the whole thing and advanced to the Christmas Bowl. Even so, Sena’s restless energy has been compounding every day since Deimon got knocked out of the tournament.
He’s taken to late evening walks to try and help him wind down with varying levels of success.
Sena’s breath puffs out in little clouds and mingles with the string-light sparkly night air when he sighs, long and heavy. When he looks ahead again, he sees an approaching figure. Whoever they are, they’re pretty big. They cut an intimidating figure in their matching snow pants and jacket combo, but their ski mask has a pompom bobbing on top which instantly erases most of Sena’s nervousness. He decides against crossing the street in favor of scooting to the side to let them pass. If Sena were bolder, he would talk to them about joining a football club.
Instead of passing, the other guy pulls down his knitted ski mask and fixes Sena with a confused stare.
“Shin-san?” Sena asks, jaw dropping as recognition knives through him. Sena’s failed tackle had been against Shin to give Oujou the win. And there he was, wearing a pompom.
“Kobayakawa Sena?” Shin asks back, seemingly confused.
“Y-yes? What are you doing here?” Sena asks.
“Training,” Shin says after a pause. “This is my neighborhood.”
“This is—” Sena looks over his shoulder. He feels out of place immediately. The houses here are bigger traditional homes. Even the decorations are more elegant. The lights precisely line each wall, gold dusted ornaments drip from tree branches, lush wreaths at every door. There’s not an inflatable reindeer in sight. “I think I took a wrong turn somewhere. S-sorry, Shin-san.”
“Our schools are not that far apart. I’ve found myself in your neighborhood before.”
“Right,” Sena says, still embarrassed. “Well, I’ll let you get back to—to your run.”
Neither of them move.
“You don’t know how to get back,” Shin states bluntly.
“No, no, I definitely…” Sena forces himself to perk up. “I can figure it out!”
“Hm,” Shin says. He pulls the ski mask off completely and tucks it into his jacket pocket. With a gloved hand, he smooths out his messy dark hair. He looks over at Sena expectantly. “Do you want to come in for a moment? I can show you the way.”
“Oh, uh, okay,” Sena says, carefully shuffling after. They walk to a white house with red and yellow string lights mapping out the roof, making it resemble a frosted gingerbread house. “Are you excited about tomorrow?”
“Ah,” Shin says, blinking. He takes off his winter gloves and grips them tightly in one hand, but his gaze drifts off. He almost sounds distracted, which gives Sena pause. Shin’s consistent focus has always been one of his defining characteristics in Sena’s mind. “That’s right.”
“Shin-san, is everything… okay?” Sena asks with genuine concern. “I don’t want to pry, but, well.”
Ducking his head, Shin scrubs a hand through his hair again. A frustrated breath later, Shin drops his hand, but avoids Sena’s searching look. “We should sit down.”
With all the discipline Sena can muster, he hangs his coat up and takes his shoes off with exaggerated calm. They enter a small sitting room with a cozy looking kotatsu. There’s no decorations inside, and the house is quiet. Shin pours them water and sets out a small platter of sliced fruit despite Sena’s insistent protests.
“I heard your stomach growl,” Shin says.
“Erm, well,” Sena mumbles, “I don’t have to watch my diet so much now that it’s the off season.”
Shin stares at the sliced fruit. “I’d wanted our teams to meet in the finals.”
“Unlucky we were on the same side of the bracket,” Sena muses. “Again.”
“The commentators called it a grudge match.”
“It’s definitely not! That’s so embarrassing.” Shaking his head, Sena smiles as he thinks about their match. “I wish we’d won, but I’m glad it’s Oujou representing us.”
“Are you coming to watch tomorrow?”
As if there is any doubt. “Of course! We have a whole group going from Deimon. Some are doing a watch party at Komusubi’s. It’s gonna be a crazy game. I think you and Yamato are a good match up.”
Shin leans forward, arms crossed on the small kotatsu table. His dark eyes are intent as they pierce into Sena. “Who will you be rooting for?”
“For Shin-san,” Sena says simply, voice quiet. He pinches a thin slice of pear between his fingers. The pear bursts sweetly against Sena’s tongue when he bites into it. “If Deimon can’t win, then I want Oujou to win.”
There’s a heavy pause that makes Sena look up from eating, self-conscious.
Shin clears his throat. “Actually, I feel nervous for tomorrow.”
Several phrases of what to say run through Sena’s mind. Mainly shock and disbelief that someone like Shin—someone so steady and collected—could be nervous of all things. Sena from last year might have spoken out with the first thought that came to mind, but instead he pauses, eyes lowering.
“I have not felt nerves in a long time,” Shin continues. “It’s off putting. I wasn’t expecting it.”
“What do you usually feel before a game?”
Shin’s broad hand rubs against his jaw, deep in thought. “Nothing.”
Sena’s mouth parts while Shin just shrugs. No wonder Shin seemed off.
“I remember I’d get so anxious the night before games that I would sleep walk,” Sena says, laughing. “It still happens sometimes.”
“When I said I was training earlier,” Shin says. “I was supposed to rest today, but I couldn’t sit still. Walked around for an hour.”
Sena’s face softens. He didn’t think he and Shin would have so much in common. “There’s all this weight on your shoulders to carry the team. Being the captain and ace and all that.”
“Representing all of the East,” Shin adds.
“And then all your teammates where this is their last year to play ever. So it feels like you have no choice but to win and—okay, sorry, that’s probably not helping.” Just imagining that has Sena drumming his fingers on the tabletop. He looks up at Shin, who’s barely just smiling, and his heartbeat picks up. Stupid anxiety. “Ah, being nervous—I think it shows how important tomorrow is for you,” Sena says softly.
Underneath the table, their knees brush together.
“Yeah, probably,” Shin says. His hand is again resting against his mouth, thoughtful. “I always want to perform well, which usually means winning.”
“But tomorrow?” Sena asks when Shin trails off.
“It’d really bother me if I lost on that big of a stage with you rooting for me.”
The pear drops from Sena’s limp grip. He swallows thickly. “W-what—if you—if you—?”
Shin continues eating. His dark eyes keep meeting Sena, and now it’s Sena looking away.
“I make you nervous?” Sena squeaks.
“Something like that.”
“Hiruma’ll be happy to know that I finally intimidated you,” Sena mumbles. “Only took two years.”
“You’re an exceptional athlete, but I did not say intimidating.”
“How’re your nerves?”
“Better.”
“Um, well, it is getting late, so if you’re still feeling pent up—um, anxious then maybe a walk, like, if you still needed to, ah, y’know, because of tomorrow.”
Over the last year, with joint training camps and scrimmaging, they’ve gotten close enough to figure out each other’s ticks and relax around each other. They’re both quieter by nature, but being comfortable has allowed them to joke in a way that they don’t do as often around others. Shin now parses through Sena’s word vomit with ease.
“Sure, I could use a walk.”
Shin cleans up for them, and a few minutes later, Shin’s walking Sena home. There’s an ease to his gait even in the snowy conditions, shoulders relaxed. More than that, Sena feels Shin present next to him, no longer miles away in his own head, spiraling. They chat quietly, about football, about other things, and the walk passes by pleasantly until they’re at Sena’s front gate.
“Do you, um, want to come in?” Sena asks.
“It is getting late,” Shin says.
“Oh, yeah.” Disappointment flutters briefly in Sena’s chest. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Maybe tomorrow,” Shin says, “after celebrating.”
Sena nods, no longer as wound up as he was earlier that evening. “Good luck, Shin-san.”
“Thank you, Kobayakawa,” Shin says. He waits by the gate until Sena’s inside before trekking off.
Sena peeks out the window, watching Shin’s broad back trail out of view.
"Was that your date?" Sena's mom, Mihae, asks suddenly from the living room. It looks like his parents just came back from their date. She's unclasping her fancy dangly earrings. His dad is loosening his tie.
"How long have you been watching?" Sena asks, mortified. "When did you come back?"
"Honey, don't even fret," Mihae says. "I was about your age when I first went out on Christmas Eve."
Sena's face floods with color. He plays back that evening spent with Shin, Christmas Eve spent with Shin. It was total happenstance but all the pieces seem to form the conclusion that it was, in fact, a date. Accidentally, but still a date. And what's more:
"I think we have another date tomorrow."
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