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serikaafuro · 1 year

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IE family headcanon (Raimon)

Mark Evans

Nationality：Japanese

Family：Harry Evans (father).

Sharon Evans (mother)

Lily Evans (younger sister)

David Evans (grandfather)

Silvia Woods (wife)

James Evans (son)

Olivia Evans (daughter)

Canon Evans (great-grandson)

Relatives：Mr. and Mrs. Woods (parents-in-law)

Javor Woods (brother-in-law)

Samantha Woods (sister-in-law)

Mark Evans has a family of four with his parents and sister.

His younger sister Lily is 10 years younger than him.

He was confessed to by three girls - Silvia, Nelly and Camellia - but in the end he married Silvia, who rebuilt Raimon with him from the very beginning.

They have two children, each of whom attends Raimon Junior High School.

His son James is a goalkeeper and his daughter is a team manager.

Axel Blaze

Nationality：Japanese

Family：Dr. Blaze (father)

Unnamed mother (deceased)

Julia Blaze (younger sister)

Alex Foster Schiller (son with Xavier)

Zatto (genetically modified son)

Badapp Sleed (great-grandson)

Relatives：Austin Hobbes (brother-in-law)

Both of his children are sons produced by the Second Stage Children project, but Alex is a son born to Xavier during the research phase, while Zatto is a son artificially created by genetic blending 200 years in the future.

Axel is married to Gyan Cinquedea, so Alex is Axel's illegitimate child.

Alex's surname is not Blaze as he was taken in by his mother's side.

Jude Sharp

Nationality：Japanese

Family：Unnamed parents (deceased)

Celia Hills (younger sister)

Amy King (wife)

Bleeze Sharp (son)

Daisy Sharp (daughter)

Akira Sharp (great-grandson)

Relatives：Arthur King (father-in-law).

Marguerite King (mother-in-law)

Joseph King (brother-in-law)

David Samford (brother-in-law)

Terrence King (nephew)

Terracotta Samford (niece)

James King (brother-in-law)

Melody Valtinas (sister-in-law)

Christy King (niece)

Daphne King (sister-in-law)

Shawn Frost (brother-in-law)

Andrew Frost (nephew)

Darren LaChance (brother-in-law)

Dahlia LaChance (niece)

Cameron LaChance (nephew)

Jude married Joseph's twin sister, Amy King.

He has two children, both of whom attend the Royal Academy.

His great-grandson Akira is a cousin of Canon Evans.

Nathan Swift

Nationality：Japanese

Family：Johnson Swift (father)

Ella Swift (mother)

Sophia Swift (younger sister)

Chel (genetically modified son)

Relatives：Gabriel Garcia (cousin)

Nathan has a family of four with his parents and younger sister.

His younger sister Sofia is one year younger than him.

He has a son, Chel, who is a genetic copy of him 200 years in the future.

He is married to Miles, but it is not known whether Chel's other half of the gene belongs to Miles.

Eric Eagle

Nationality：Japanese, American

Family：Christian Eagle (father)

Ellen Eagle (mother)

Alec Eagle (older brother)

Evely Eagle (older sister)

Nancy Keith (wife)

Nolan Eagle (son)

Ava Eagle (daughter)

Erias Eagle (son)

Relatives：Matthew Keith (father-in-law)

Jodie Keith (mother-in-law)

Jessica Keith (sister-in-law)

Dylan Keith (brother-in-law)

Eric has a family of five with his parents, an older brother and an older sister.

His parents and older sister live in the USA, but his older brother is attending university in Japan, so Eric lives at his brother's house while he is in Japan.

He originally had a crush on Silvia but later married Nancy Keith.

His wife Nancy is Dylan Keith's twin sister.

All their children live in the USA.

Shawn Frost

Nationality：Japanese

Family： Unnamed parents (deceased)

Aiden Frost (deceased twin brother)

Daphne King (wife)

Njord Snio (adopted son)

Andrew Frost (son)

Relatives：Arthur King (father-in-law).

Marguerite King (mother-in-law)

　　　　　 Joseph King (brother-in-law)

　　　　　 David Samford (brother-in-law)

　　　　　 Terrence King (nephew)

　　　　　 Terracotta Samford (niece)

　　　　　 James King (brother-in-law)

　　　　　 Melody Valtinas (sister-in-law)

　　　　　 Christy King (niece)

Amy King (sister-in-law)

　　　　　 Jude Sharp (brother-in-law)

　　　　　 Bleeze Sharp (nephew)

　　　　　 Daisy Sharp (niece)

Shawn married Joseph's younger sister, Daphne King.

Their son's name is Andrew Aiden Frost, who named his middle name after Shawn's deceased twin brother.

They have taken in Njord Snio as their adopted son.

Darren LaChance

Nationality：Japanese

Family：Daniel LaChance (father).

Matilda LaChance (mother)

Marie LaChance (older sister)

Celia Hills (wife)

Dahlia LaChance (daughter)

Cameron LaChance (son)

Relatives：Mr. and Mrs. Sharp

(deceased parents-in-law)

Mr. and Mrs. Hills (parents-in-law)

Jude Sharp (brother-in-law)

　　　　　 Amy King (sister-in-law).

　　　　　 Bleeze Sharp (nephew)

　　　　　 Daisy Sharp (niece)

Darren has a family of four with his parents and an older sister.

His older sister Marie is four years older than him.

He married Celia Hills.

They have two children, both of whom attend Raimon.

His daughter is the manager and his son is the second best goalkeeper after Mark Evans' son.

Hurley Kane

Nationality：Japanese

Family：Mr. Kane (father).

　　　　Mrs. Kane (mother)

　　　　Kay Kane (younger brother)

　　　　Mer Kane (younger sister)

　　　　Victoria Vanguard (wife)

　　　　Kerlie Kane (daughter)

　　　　Charley Kane (son)

　　　　Vivian Kane (daughter)

Relatives：Stewart Vanguard (father-in-law)

Hurley has a family of five with parents, a younger brother and a younger sister.

One of his younger siblings is studying in Australia.

He married Victoria Vanguard.

Each of their children is part of either the Raimon or Mary Times team.

Austin Hobbes

Nationality：Japanese

Family：Unnamed father (deceased)

Mrs. Hobbes (mother)

Rachel Hobbes (older sister)

Julia Blaze (wife)

Austin has a family of three with his mother and older sister.

He married Axel's younger sister, Julia.

They have a son and a daughter, although no details about their children have been revealed.

Steve Glim

Nationality：Japanese

Family：Richard Glim (father)

Amanda Glim (mother)

Ariana Glim (younger sister)

Suzette “Sue” Hartland (former wife)

Sabrina Glim (daughter with Sue)

Maddie Moonlight (wife)

Madeline Glim (daughter)

Luna Glim (daughter)

Relatives：Samantha Moonlight (mother-in-law)

Steve has a family of four with his parents and younger sister.

His younger sister Ariana is in love with Maxwell Carson.

His wife is Maddy Moonlight, but he was dating Sue Hartland for a time.

Sue dated him because he was like her 'darling', as she put it. It didn't last long because it was only because it wasn't Eric himself.

All his daughters attend Raimon.

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inazuma11zine · 11 months

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⚡️HAPPY BIRTHDAY⚡️

Wishing the happiest birthday to our resident ocean lover, Tsunami Jousuke! We hope everyone will celebrate his special day with us 🌊☀️

Art by the amazing @ chickynessy 💫

#inazuma 11 #ina11 #inazuma eleven #inazuma japan #raimon #tsunami jousuke #hurley kane #zine #zines #upcoming zine #let's play soccer #let's play soccer zine #zine promo

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garbage--account · 16 days

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Tsunami has been real quiet since this dropped

#Inazuma Eleven #tsunami jousuke #Hurley Kane #meme

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honeycombhq-22 · 2 months

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Episode 3: Inazuma Japan +Pineapples

[Jap Dub] | [Eng Dub]

*insert intro music*

Taken place in:

Episode 69: The birth of Inazuma Japan!

"WHO'S THE MAN?"

"I AM."

"WHO'S GONNA GET INTO THE NATIONAL TEAM?"

"I AM!"

Natsumi's eyebrows furrowed, "...What... are they doing?"

"Megane's hyping his brother up. I think he's a bit nervous." Haruna replied, dusting her camera, unfazed.

The younger twin took a deep breath, "I AAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMM!"

"YEAAAAAAAH!"

The girls blinked.

The daughter of the chairman turned away from the twins, "Anyways, Aki. Did Team A like the new uniforms?"

"They loved it. Some more than others." She chuckled glancing to the side at the trio.

"Like yeah, bros, don't you see how good this looks on me?" Masaru gushed holding out the bottom of his blue team-jersey, admiring its quality.

The pink haired middle triplet, Tomo, massaged his brother's shoulders encouragingly, "Very, like, very nice, yeah!"

The youngest, Tsutomu, nodded enthusiastically.

The eldest triplet posed. "Like yeah, I know. I took sooo many pictures. I can't wait to post them on MySpace!"

"Can we go nooooow?"

"No."

"UUUUUGH-GAAAAH, I don't get it! Why would you want to watch Japanese football?"

"There's always a benefit from watching strong players, Luca."

"Strong players? PUH-LEASE! Japan is known worldwide for many things: baseball, Sumo, judo, snow sports and even golf but football? Even Japanese players, like YOU, go to European countries to play football!"

"You're right. But them, they might be able to make a change. Especially that goalkeeper there."

"You said his name is Mamoru, right?"

"Endou Mamoru. The captain of the football team for this here school. He turned a bunch of nobodies to the best in the country. He could do the same thing at the FFI."

"I'm guessing he's your favourite."

"But Endou isn't the only one."

"Oh gosh, you're going to give me a whole rundown of every single player aren't you?"

"You know me so well."

"Now who's that one?"

"That guy's twin brother."

"GO KAZUTO! YOU. ARE. THE. MAN!!!" Kakeru screamed through a megaphone cone. "WOOOO!!!"

"He doesn't even have the ball anymore..."

"And Gouenji is cornered by Matsuno and Mukata. It seems the whole of Team A is cautious of the Flame Striker, and rightfully so! What will he do?!"

Gouenji spotted Toramaru running towards the goal with Yamino trailing behind. He then kicked the ball through Matsuno's legs, passing, "Go for it Toramaru!"

Toramaru recieved the ball and was about to kick it when something made him hesitate and instead he passed the ball back to a now surprised Yamino.

Then the whistle blew.

"And that's the end of the first half! The match we have today is a tight one with the score only being 1 All. The fight for a place in Japan's national team will continue after half-time!!!" Kakuma announced.

"Great job, guys. We just need to keep pushing the good work until the end of the game!"

Everyone in the team responded back to their captain enthusiastically except for one red head who rubbed the lower half of his back.

After scoring the goal that tied the game, Hiroto didn't expect EVERYONE to jump on him. The only one who gave him grace was Alex, who gave him a high five after Team A got off of him.

I don't know if I should try to score again after that. He chuckled to himself with a sweatdrop as he walked towards the field.

"Here you go Kabeyama."

Kabeyama beamed. "Oh, Megane! Are you a manager now?" He asked then chugged down the water.

His face scrunched, "Manager? Please, that stuff's for girls. I'm too smart to be a manager." He adjusted his glasses as they beamed under the sunlight. "I, Megane Kakeru, shall serve as the strategy advisor and support my brother in his undoubtedly successful efforts to team Japan!"

The dark green haired defender sighed in satisfaction and gave the bottle back. "Thanks for the water Megane!"

"Sure thing." He grinned... then his face fell as his junior walked away from him. "Hey, were you even listening to me?!" He yelled shaking the empty bottle violently. After realising Kabeyama wasn't listening, the brunette grumbled as he put the bottle away.

The girl tightened the sleeves of her tracksuit jacket wrapped around her waist, a troubled look on her face.

The first half is already finished... and I haven't done anything...

She thought back to the first half. How Kidou, Kazemaru and Gouenji wizzed right past all the midfielders and defenders after the kickoff. They didn't score thanks to Endou being the only one awake.

On the positive side, yes, she did collect a few rebounds before the other team got possession of the ball, but that was the bare minimum compared to the clean interceptions others were making. What she should have been making.

What can I do—

Her thoughts stopped at the presence of the Blizzard Striker staring at her side with a curious glint in his eyes. "Are those pineapples?" Fubuki asked.

"Yeah. Do you... do you want some?"

He flashed his signiture gentle smile, "Yes please. I've never had these before." He said before taking a small bite.

Her eyes widened, "Really?"

Fubuki hummed then paused his chewing, "Aren't you going to have one too?"

"Oh, right." She bit a piece of her own, her shoulders began relaxing.

I needed this.

"Um Alex..." Fubuki called. The teal-eyed boy stuck the tip of his tongue out, "my tongue's starting to tingle a bit. Is that a good sign?"

Alex's eyes widened as her shoulders tensed up, "N-nothing bad should happen. I must've not prepared them properly— I'm sorry!"

I was so sleepy last night I didn't properly make them!!!

I must've not cut them properly— Did...did I put salt?

Did I not leave it out long enough— Did I even notice if the pineapple was ripe enough?!

OH GOSH— OH GOSH— OH GOSH— OH—

Her racing thoughts paused when she heard the boy chuckle, "It's okay. Maybe I need a little kick," Fubuki said, then looked at the field. "I haven't really woken up yet."

He hasn't woken up...

All those tackles, the number of times he marked players from advancing into their side, his interceptions... He was being a better defender than the majority of the defenders.

And that's him... when he hasn't woken up?

The grey haired player swallowed the last bit of the pineapple piece, "These are really good! Do you always eat them during halftime?"

"Y-yeah! And sometimes before I compete." She chuckled nervously putting the container away. "They're kind of like my good luck charm."

"Well if it's your good luck charm, I shouldn't worry too much then." He smiled with a thumbs up.

"And just so you dim-witted co-ops know, I'm playing for myself only."

What a selfish little—

"Kidou,"

He snapped out of his head, "Yes Gouenji."

"Don't focus so much on him. You have a team to lead." The number 10 reminded, a hand placed comfortingly on Kidou's shoulder.

He nodded, letting out a deep breath. He stepped in front of the group making everyone pause what they were doing, "Team, I have a strategy."

"Kidou seems to be on a mission in these last few minutes of the game. He's cutting through the defence like a knife!"

"Are you done yet?"

"Nope."

Midorikawa stared with wide eyes as he watched the power of his Astro Break decrease from the ball.

"And Kabeyama blocks Midorikawa's shot!"

They weren't joking when they said he got stronger... What if I'm not—

"Don't give up yet Midorikawa, we still have 3 minutes left!"

He shook his head at Kidou's words, "Right!" Then raced to the ball as it was about to go out the corner. "Take it Yamino!"

Yamino recieved the ball, chesting it into the air. Dark energy began to surround him as he jumped into the air.

Tsunami was about to race down to block the shot when he spotted Gouenji and Kazemaru running down the pitch. His eyes widened.

Oh SHOOT— What if they're gonna do Honoo no Kazamidori WITH this guy's shot? I have to keep them out of it. The pink haired defender then looked behind him to the purple haired player staring at him with wide eyes, "Go for it, bro!"

He replied with a hesitant nod before running in front of the incoming ball.

Here goes nothing.

"Huh—"

Everyone froze in confusion, including Tobitaka himself as the ball landed softly in front of him.

Did...did I really just do that?

"And Team B is without a goal thanks to..." Kakuma squinted his eyes, staring at the field, "that Number 3 in Team A! It's almost time before this tense game comes to an end, and the representatives will be announced. The question is, WHO WILL MAKE THE TEAM?"

"Great job dude!" Tsunami praised giving Tobitaka a thumbs up while running down the pitch, "Now you gotta pass it over here!"

Tobitaka blinked out of his mini daze and kicked the ball.

However his pass wasn't accurate enough to connect and was intercepted.

Fudou's teeth gritted into a forced smirk as he landed. Then he dribbled past Tobitaka making his way towards the goal.

"You're not getting past!" Sakuma yelled and slid on the ground about to tackle him.

"Heh," Fudou backheeled the ball into the air as he jumped over Sakuma making his tackle unsuccessful. His mouth widened into an evil grin, "Too slow Cyclops."

But he didn't realise—

"Oh?"

"What the—"

Then, it was like time slowed down.

There, in the air her tracksuit jacket and hair blew with the small breeze while a concentrated look coloured her face.

"Did you see that! While mowhauk was busy mocking Sakuma below, he created a blindspot for the girl to get the ball above him."

"Yeah. That's a mistake a player makes when they get too cocky on the field. A rookie move."

The corners of her mouth rose ever so slightly. Her eyes shimmering.

His teeth gritted.

Oh FUCK NO.

Her eyelids closed before she then passed the ball.

And—

"GOAAAAAAL!!! Endou's team pulls through with a goal within the last few seconds!" The umpire's whistle blew. "And that's the end of game!!!"

"Hey. Where are you going? They're about to select the players."

"You can stay to watch. It's obvious who's going to be on the team, though."

"...It is?"

Seeing all the players drop to the ground due to exhaustion, the girl sat down and stared at the field.

Sixteen spots...

Her honey eyes glanced at both ends of the field, Endou taking off his gloves and Tachimukai resting against the goal post. The two goalies are in by default, that's 14 positions left.

Gouenji's, of course, going to make it. He was the first to score a goal and the only one who scored against Endou.

And Hiroto... His move was way more powerful compared to practice. That's another great forward.

He's great at dribbling. His move looked powerful, too, but he had to shoot against Kabeyama.

Even though he isn't very muscular, he's like a barrier. A great defender.

Kidou is so much more impressive in person. His dribbling, footwork... the ability to make or break the flow of the game...

And I can't forget him. Especially after the trap he made, he's way smarter than people want him to be, I think.

He did an amazing pass even when he lost balance after a tackle... and he doesn't even look tired.

He's strong.

He's very fast.

He was able to dribble past three people.

He's great at dribbling too.

He can read who the ball goes to next.

And Fubuki... Fubuki's just so good.

The white haired candidate pushed herself off the ground. She began rubbing her palms against her shorts as she made her way to edge of the field line.

Am I really talented enough... to play with players like them?

Hibiki stepped before the lined up teens with another man.

"Before we announce the results of the selection match, I'd like to introduce you all to the coach of the national team."

Said man stepped forward. "That's right, I will be the coach for the team: Kudou Michiya. Pleased to meet you all." He then looked down at his black book, "The following are on the team."

"What a way to cut straight to the chase—"

"Number 14, Team White." He called and there was a brief silence.

Then Kidou stepped forward, "Here sir."

"He's going based off our shirt numbers." Someone murmered in the bunch of players and everyone immediately twisted their heads to double (triple) check their numbers.

"Number 10, Team White."

Gouenji Shuuya stepped forward, "Yes sir."

"Number 10, Team Blue."

Fubuki Shirou

"Number 11, Team Blue."

Kiyama Hiroto

"Number 2, Team White. Number 4, Team White. Number 4, Team Blue."

Kazemaru Ichirouta, Kogure Yuuya, Tsunami Jousuke

"Number 5, Team White. Number 1, Team White. Number 10, Team White."

Hijikata Raiden, Tachimukai Yuuki, Midorikawa Ryuuji

"Number 8, Team White."

Fudou stepped forward with a smirk, "Here."

"Number 2, Team Blue."

"Yes sir."

Then his face fell as he watched the player— the girl who stole the ball from him step forward.

Alex Jones.

"Number 7, Team White. Number 3, Team Blue."

Utsunomiya Toramaru, Tobitaka Seiya

"Number 5, Team Blue."

Kabeyama Heigorou

"And finally, Number 1, Team Blue."

Endou Mamoru

"And that's it, our chosen 16."

Someoka's shoulders slugged as he sighed.

"Hey. Keep your head up, you've come far." Gouenji encouraged holding his fist out.

"We'll meet again Someoka, I'm sure of it!" Endou chimed in.

Someoka fistbumped Gouenji with a smile, "Thanks guys—."

"YOU SAID I DIDN'T HAVE TO WORRY!!!"

"I kno—"

"YOU SAID I WAS THE MAN KAKERU!!!"

He patted his wailing brother's shoulder. "You'll always be the man Kazuto."

"Hey,"

Kidou gulped the sudden heavy lump in his throat, "...Hey,"

Sakuma flashed a small smile, "Congrats, you really deserve it."

Kidou froze, not knowing how to respond to the compliment. He couldn't just say 'thanks' and move on. Their history became too complicated. He didn't want to make him feel like he wasn't enough, but at the same time, he didn't want to look like he pitied him, because he really didn't.

Everything's not like how it used to be after what happened.

His fists clenched, "I really think you should've—"

"It's okay Kidou, really." Sakuma said then looked at the audience. He was there too. The candidate smiled again, holding his hand out. "We'll be cheering you on."

The playmaker shook his hand, "Thanks, Sakuma."

Then they parted way again. Kidou sighed. He'll only be able to talk this out after the tournament now.

He straightened his posture as he made his way back to the group, Inazuma Japan.

"From this moment on, you are the representatives of our country. Those of you who were chosen, you all now bear the hopes and dreams of everyone who did not make it. Don't let their dreams go in vain."

"Yes sir!"

"This road will be long and hard. My job is to take you to the top, but you'll have to bring you're all into this. Are you all committed?"

"Yes sir!"

Alex heaved a sigh, her shoulders relaxing.

"I knew you'd make it, that was a really great pass." Fubuki complimented.

"Not compared to your sho—" She stopped herself with wide eyes when she saw Fubuki place a finger in front of his mouth.

"Don't remind them or else I'll end up like Hiroto." He whispered, a chill running down his spine at the thought of Kabeyama jumping on top of him.

I heard he weighs about 150kg...

Alex nodded pretending to zip her lips with an invisible zipper.

"I wouldn't have done it without you though! I'm sure it must've been the tingling." He playfully winked making the corners of her lips rise in heartwarming relief.

"Fubuki Shirou~ You scored a goal," Hiroto began with his bangs covering his eyes. "you know what that means, right everyone?" He asked looking upwards revealing a smirk everyone last saw on Gran.

It was only then that Fubuki realised Team A was closing in on him.

Fubuki stepped back onto his heel, ready to turn the opposite direction and run. He chuckled nervously, "Do you maybe have another slice of pineapple?"

"GET HIM!"

🌄[24 Mar 2024]🌄

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the-7th-heart · 7 months

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Ah yes, the Inatober

I was very scared for some reason about posting any of my participations...

But I decided I don't care anymore and I want to share my ideas with more than 1 person-

So this is day 1.

Don't know if this will be comfortable to read but for now I'm not sure how else I can put it out here...

1 - tropical fruit(s) / in your arms

“Aaaand, we’re back!” Tsunami threw his surfboard-free hand up and shouted as the two walked back into the small wooden cabin.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Joe said, putting his surfboard on the wall next to the door. “But this time I think I might’ve actually enjoyed it.”

Tsunami turned around at a dangerous speed while possessing a big block of wood and smiled.

Joe once again thought back to the nights he’d stay up and think about how he’d come to love this smile as much as he did. The nights when he questioned, if he even loved it, if he wasn’t just faking it all not to make the poor fool feel bad, if he was even worthy of all that he got. But then he’d turn around and Tsunami would be there, sleeping, drooling, and looking like a total mess that a regular person would just laugh at and Joe’s heart would melt.

Even now, after a year (or was it 2?) of meeting each other, Joseph King was looking at a person he could call his own standing in front of him in his swimming attire, his hair still somewhat wet, and the King of Goalies was melting on the inside and hell, maybe a little on the outside too.

“Great to know we finally found a beach you don’t hate!”

“I think the fact that this one didn’t have sand saved it.” Joe sighed and looked around the cabin, looking at the mess they’d made in the week they’d been staying there.

When Tsunami suggested that the two go on a “little getaway” Joe was extremely suspicious of where they’ll be staying. He knew he’d be forced to go to the Okinawa islands because of course, Tsunami is practically a one-trick pony, but he didn’t really know where exactly he’d be sleeping for the planned time. One thing he did not really expect was a chack or rather a shed-looking thing right next to a beach. At first, he did a 180 and started going right back to the airport, but after Tsunami explained the nature of the shack and the history it had in its walls, he gave in.

Now, every time he looked around, he couldn’t help but imagine a tiny, hungry boy running around with some ducktape trying to repair the sink in the kitchen, just hoping for his parents to come back, without the knowledge that he’d be on his own from then on.

“Well, all is good and stuff,” Tsunami said walking into the kitchen. “But personally I’m very hungry. You?”

“I could use some food.” Joe followed after him and leaned on one of the few mismatched counters. Tsunami opened the fridge and looked a little dissatisfied. His face immediately lit up when he noticed the bag Joe forced him to get last evening during shopping time. He took it out and put it out. Joe was looking at him in silence, admiring the way his muscles flexed around his arms as he lifted the heavy paper pack.

After closing the fridge Tsunami reached into a cupboard and took out a cutting boards and a sharp knives, set them on the last free counters, and turned triumphantly to Joe.

“And?” Joseph King crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow, trying to still keep up his intimidating image. Why? Because the author struggles with characterization, that’s why.

“Fruits.” Tsunami said in a proud tone of a true winner.

“Just?”

“Grilled.”

“Es todo?”

Tsunami stumbled, his voice sounding less confident.

“I mean,” he said, softening his stance. “We don’t need to grill all of them if you wouldn’t like that…”

Joe sighed, smiled, and relaxed his own posture.

“Grilled sounds fine, don’t worry.” Tsunami jumped right back up.

“Okey-dokey! You can wash and start cutting the stuff we have, I’ll go out back to get the grill hot.” Before Joe could argue Tsunami walked off to do his part.

‘C’mon Joseph, puedes hacerlo.’ Joe took out the contents of the bag - a pineapple, some mangos, dragonfruit, starfruit, and overall Okinawa-native produce.

“How he’s planning on grilling water-based fruits is truly a fascinating topic of discussion. And also not my problem.”

He turned on the tab and quickly rinsed all of them. Afterward, he proceeded to stare all of them down and re-evaluate how hungry he actually was. He took a deep breath and looked to the door to see if Tsunami’s coming back, then took the knife in hand.

“Lo hiciste un millón de veces antes, una más no te hará daño.”

Hyping himself in his mother tongue didn’t help the fact that as soon as he held down the mango, the hand he held the knife in started shaking. He put down the knife and breathed again.

“Una vez más, Joseph.” He took the knife again and focused more. ‘Tsunami gave you one job and you are more than confident enough to fucking do it.’

He started cutting the soft fruit and it was going well until he had to slice again and at the last minute messed up his focus.

“Shit!” He let go of the knife and instead gripped his finger. “Maldito idiota…” He prolonged the ‘a’ at the end in frustration. Just then Tsunami walked back in.

“Hi there, I think I got it to work, and how are you- Oh” He paused and looked at the clearly not-great situation. “Everything… Alright?”

“It’s fine,” Joe said sharply, still pissed at himself. He looked at him, his eyes just filled with aggression. “Where do you keep the first aid kit?”

Tsunami looked scared but carefully went to the cabinet above the fridge, took out a white plastic box, and handed it to Joe who snatched it and turned away from him to rummage through it for a bandage in the safety of the counterspace. He was frustrated and getting more and more angry with the things falling out of the box and off the counter until he just screamed and slammed his hand on the nearest surface.

“Hey hey hey,” Tsunami approached quickly. “What happened? What do you need?” He sounded worried, but Joe didn’t respond. Just stood there with his eyes closed, one of his hands close to his chest and the other supporting his weight on the counter. Tsunami hesitated when reaching to put his hand on Joe’s shoulder and instead looked at his bleeding finger. Without a word, he looked around and picked up the adequate equipment from the floor.

“Let me see.” Joe opened his eyes. Tsunami’s face was focused, his eyes serious. He was holding a little spray bottle, some gauze, and a rolled-up small bandage. “Let me help. Or you’ll bleed out.”

A little hyperbole never hurt anyone and it was just enough for Joe King to extend his bleeding finger to let Tsunami handle it while he looked away.

‘Can’t even fucking complete a simple task. Useless.’

He winced in pain when Tsunami cleaned his wound.

“Sorry, I know it hurts…” But it was Tsunami that sounded hurt. And worried. This made Joe feel even worse about the whole situation. He felt soft material going on and around his palm just before Tsunami explained that he was finished.

“Now will you tell me what happened?” When Joe looked at him, he immediately just extended his hands in front of him, spread his palms slightly, and looked down. He could feel them shaking. He hated that feeling.

Suddenly his palms were rolled into soft fists by warm hands. He looked up and Tsunami was looking him in the eyes.

“You should’ve told me.”

“I…” Joe felt like he had forgotten how to speak, his voice apparently did too. “I thought I could do it.”

“You should’ve just told me…” Tsunami was still holding his hands gently. “How bad does it get?”

“Bad enough to fucking cut myself.” His tone was hostile. Tsunami’s hold wavered, but he stood there firmly. Just then Joe realized how it must’ve looked on the outside, with all that anger seeping out of him. He was usually scary-looking, but right now he was scary and angry, like a puma locked in a too-small cage. It hit him that the way Tsunami looked at him just a few minutes ago was scarily similar to the way he looked at him during that match - but this time it had that hint of personal influence in it, like Jude’s gaze had that day.

“Fuck, I’m…” He took away his hands and just sat on the ground. “I’m so sorry, I-”

“Hey hey,” Tsunami rested on his knees in front of him. “Whatever you’re about to say, don’t. It’s not your fault, I presume at least. Shaky hands are usually caused by stress or some other underlying condition, like some past hand trauma, and seeing as you’re a goalkeeper I think I know why yours are as bad as they are. Still doesn’t explain why you didn’t just tell me before, I wouldn’t have left you alone with sharp utensils if I knew!”

“Like I said, I thought I can do it-”

“Well, you clearly can’t!” Tsunami exclaimed. “Joe, next time, please please please, just tell me. I know I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed nor the most handy person, but I can sometimes help out, y’know?”

They stared each other in the eyes, a silent staring battle for who is in the right here. Tsunami won, but only because Joe let him. Or so he told himself. His gaze softened and he took Joe’s hands again.

“I know a lot just happened,” Tsunami said carefully and smiled, looking a little embarrassed. “But I am still hungry…” As if on que Joe’s stomach agreed with the given statement. He sighed.

“Okay than,” Tsunami got up from the floor with Joe before the latter continued. “Let’s get to work.”

“If you don’t mind, I’ll do the cutting now.”

“I’m for, but what am I supposed to do now? Sit on the counter and look pretty?”

“Considering how beautiful you are, I’d say yes.”

“...”

“<3”

#inatober #genda koujirou #tsunami jousuke #hurley kane #joe king #one of my “I just think they're neat” ships #I'm honestly not sure about this one but it's the first thing I've written after a massive writer's block

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