fanfiction

Thing of the Past ☆ Yowapeda

Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Character/Pairing: Onoda Sakimichi/Naruko Shoukichi/Imaizumi Shunsuke
Summary: Funny how things change, huh?
Fun Fact: This is less of a fanfiction and more like a lengthy headcanon?? Forgive the awkward writing style. Incorporates the episodic shorts.
Warning(s): fluff and OT3-ness
Date Written: 07/04/2014

In the early days, there had always been a sort of unspoken rule about their dating style. At least, that was the impression that Onoda was under. He’d never seen any sort of disagreement about where they’d go on their dates or when and they always went together. He liked that. The fact that they could all go together and there was never any strain. Like something right out of a shoujo manga.

Of course, the truth of the matter was that just because Onoda didn’t see it, didn’t mean the conflict wasn’t there.

When Onoda wasn’t around, their dating life was of top priority between Imaizumi and Naruko. They’d long since laid down ground rules, even before the both of them had confessed to Onoda.

No making Onoda upset, no excessive arguing in front of him, always go together and, most importantly, no attempts to win him over individually.

It had been the most important rule in those days. The rivalry for Onoda’s affection was still strong back then.

That is, until Naruko grew impatient and when Imaizumi was busy with homework (something Naruko made a point to forget about), he had taken Onoda out alone to a little known café in an attempt to win him over. He bought the boy lunch and tried to impress him with his consumption of black coffee, trying to appear more mature and the obvious choice. Despite that Naruko seemed to have difficulty choking it down, Onoda was his regular brand of impressed. Nothing particularly special.

His attempt to win Onoda over alone had been unsuccessful… and came with consequences.

When Imaizumi found out about their little side date (something Onoda had brought up before Naruko could stop him), he’d pulled Naruko aside and demanded one of his own.

They’d had an agreement, after all.

They’d agreed to try and love Onoda equally as the smaller boy did them.

Naruko reluctantly surrendered and soon Imaizumi got his wish.

It wasn’t a couple weeks later that the new Love Hime movie would be released in theatres and he had already arranged tickets for the both of them.

True to Imaizumi’s wish, he got his date. Unfortunately, all the ideas he’d originally had to woo Onoda in the intimate setting of a dark theatre had gone up in smoke when the both of them had become too invested in the movie to consider anything else.

‘Dammit.’ He thought to himself as they stepped out of the theater and into the dimming light of the setting sun. ‘I missed my chance…’

“Wahh, that movie was so good!” Onoda gushed, practically sparkling as he walked beside Imaizumi, fists clenched before himself. “The ending was so heartwarming.” He turned to him and grinned widely. “Thanks for taking me, Imaizumi-kun! I had a lot of fun! It’s a pity Naruko couldn’t come too. I bet he’d have liked it!”

Imaizumi watched that grin for a moment before a quiet smile slid onto his lips.

He had a bit of an epiphany.

Maybe, he contemplated, maybe this was okay. Maybe they didn’t need to compete for his affections. Onoda seemed happy to simply be with them. If something as simple as that could bring about such a warm smile, wasn’t that worth taking a bit of a step back?

Naruko’s single attempt had clearly failed. Imaizumi hadn’t succeeded any either. Yet Onoda remained happily oblivious to their rivalry, content to simply spend the time with them and it appeared that his favors hadn’t shifted in either direction.

Maybe, he concluded, maybe they could learn to do the same. Simply enjoy each other’s presence.

Imaizumi opened his mouth to reply to him when—

“Ah!! What took you so long?!”

The two of them looked up to find a rather frustrated looking Naruko standing out on the sidewalk.

“Naruko! What are you doing here?” Onoda questioned, blinking in surprise. “I thought you wanted to practice cycling today.”

“Eh? Cycling?” Naruko questioned, looking up at Imaizumi for clarification before the stood up tall, cleared his throat and shrugged, that smug smile present. “I finished already, of course! Who do you think I am?”

“Wooahh~” Onoda gushed, grinning widely. “You keep getting faster, Naruko! So cool…”

Naruko beamed, pleased with the compliment a moment before he startled and then clenched his fist. “Wait, that’s not the point! What took you guys so long?! The movie was supposed to finish at 7:30! I’ve been waiting out here half ‘n hou—uuuuuuuaaaaaaa minute. Half a minute. I just drove up, in fact!” He replies with a nervous laugh.

Imaizumi gave him a blank look – but Onoda doesn’t seem to notice. He’d simply given Naruko that bright smile. “We stayed to watch the credits to see if there was anything extra.”

“Onoda wouldn’t stop crying.” Imaizumi corrected.

Onoda startled, a pink blush adorning his face before he looked up at Imaizumi in a panic. “Ahhh!!! Don’t tell Naruko that!!”

Naruko grinned widely. “Heh, I bet you weren’t the only one crying.” He point a finger at Imaizumi’s face. “Your eyes are still wet.”

Imaizumi looks away nonchalant. “You’re imagining it.”

“Ah!!” Naruko shouts. “Don’t ignore me!!”

Onoda looked between them and grins widely. While they bickered, Onoda moved over and reached a hand out to tuck his fingers into Imaizumi’s hand. Their bickering had ceased. They both looked to the smaller boy. Onoda looked up at Imaizumi with a smile – which Imaizumi soon returned with one of his simple ones. He tucked his free hand into his pocket.

Naruko watched the both of them with increasing horror. It had been written across his face, the pain that he’d be left behind – when Onoda reached his other hand out to him with the same smile.

“Let’s go home, Naruko.”

The red head looked down at his hand a moment and light up. “Okay! Just– wait a second!” He turned and jogged down the street a little, grabbing his road racer and walking it up to them. With his one hand on the handlebars so he could steer it down the sidewalk, he slipped his fingers around Onoda’s awaiting hand. “Let’s go!”

Imaizumi passed Naruko a look over Onoda’s head, a knowing sort of smile – a smile that Naruko wound up returning when they started on their way and Onoda started gushing about the movie once more.

Nowadays, older and living together in their first apartment, things weren’t so complicated anymore. They slept in the same bed. They exchanged good morning kisses over breakfast and good night cuddles when it came time for sleeping. Imaizumi came and went in his suit and tie, Naruko with his dirty work clothes and Onoda held down the house until it was time for him to leave on his teaching job.

And you know, a rivalry for Onoda’s love became a thing of the past. They grew to deal. They grew to compromise. Then, eventually, they grew to hold the same affection for one another that Onoda held for them.

It was never a question.

It was never a feeling to fight.

It was just easy.

Each kiss at a time, their love became easier until finally it wasn’t a question but a way of living.

At the end of the day when everyone returned home, tired and weary, they were happy.

And wasn’t that, after all, all that had really mattered?

FIN ★ ☆ ★ Constructive critique always welcome!

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