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Suboka stares down at the schedule for today. He hates sports so much. It’s never going to be useful for him, he complains internally. He’d much rather be at home napping. Heck, he’d rather do math.
But noooo, here he is. Honestly, Suboka deserves an award for putting up with this.
Half dragging himself, he lines up at the door and dutifully follows the teacher out into the field. His class usually falls in the middle - not too good, but not too bad either. That’s perfectly fine with Suboka.
He surveys the setup, trying to scope out how much he can get away with not doing. As he’s checking out the racetrack, the first competition, a tall corn cob catches his eye.
Why on earth, he thinks, is there a tall corn cob for sports day. Squinting, Suboka tries to zoom in. The corn cob is, apparently, attached to someone’s head.
Thoroughly lost, Suboka turns to his classmate. “Hey, Furuya, what is…that?”
She blinks at him. “What is what?”
“The, uh -” he gestures at his head. “Corn cob.”
“You haven’t heard? That’s Hanazawa-san!”
What.
“What?” Suboka asks.
Furuya rolls her eyes. “Oh my god, you’re so - Hanazawa-san, you know, the really popular delinquent guy?”
Suboka gapes at her. “THAT’S HANAZAWA?” He gestures at the freaking corn cob. He’s heard that name from a lot of the girls in his class - apparently he’s super cute and charming and sweet. Not that he cares.
“Yeah, apparently.” Furuya shrugs. “He might be going through a phase or something, I don’t know. The girls are still crazy about him, for whatever reason.”
This is literally insane. Girls are thirsting for this corn cob guy? When Suboka is right here? In all his 4’11 glory?
Sighing, he turns back to the sprinters lining up at the start. There’s a couple people he recognizes - including goddamn Hanazawa.
…okay well now he’s invested in this guy. Walking over for a better view, Suboka joins the crowd near the finish line just as the countdown starts.
“On your marks, get set…go!”
The run is - life changing.
Everyone takes off at the signal but Suboka has no clue who is where. No, the only thing he has eyes for is the glorious corn cob (or, more specifically, the person attached to the corn cob). It bounces with every step Hanazawa takes, but his eyes are focused, barely even aware of his surroundings. He runs quickly, sweat forming at his temple. Suboka watches, mesmerised, as Hanazawa runs, managing to look sweaty and good looking with a freaking. God. Damn. Corn cob on his head.
The cheers of the crowd tell Suboka someone’s won, but he can’t take his eyes off Hanazawa who arrives second. He stops just past the finish line and the focused look dissipates, leaving behind a smile that makes Suboka’s heart clench. Hanazawa sheepishly turns back to his classmates who just congratulate him, patting him on the back. He runs a hand through his corn cob and it looks hot. WHY DOES IT LOOK HOT.
Suboka puts his head in his hands and screams.