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On Efforts
Title: On Efforts
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs + Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Aya, BSD Kunikida, Rohan
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Fluff/Humor
Word Count: 1,200
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: After the subway bomber incident, Kouda Aya takes a self-defense class taught by Kouda Rohan.
Notes: I needed the Kouda interactions.
There’s nothing like getting attacked by a whacko in a subway and having a bomb strapped to you to make you really want to focus on self-defense.
Aya’s been practicing karate everyday, sure, but it’s not exactly complicated karate, just stuff she learned off Youtube a few months ago. If she’s feeling lousy, she does a couple stretches and calls it good enough. Now she’s going to get serious about it.
If Kunikida had to rescue her again, she’d die of embarrassment. And if he didn’t rescue her, she’d probably just die.
There’s a free self-defense class for ages 13-15 that’s taught by volunteers. It doesn’t meet that often, but it’s more serious training for a hero of justice than she’d been getting before.
Her teacher is a big man. Not only tall - Aya’s sure he’s almost 190 cm - but wide and muscular. He has a deep voice and seems exactly like a person you would want to learn self-defense from.
“Since this is a biweekly class,” her teacher says, “you will be expected to practice on your own time. If you don’t, you will not improve, and I will not hold your hand if you aren’t putting in effort.”
His name is Kouda Rohan. They don’t have a board to write things on, so it might not be the same characters as her name. Still, when she introduces herself as “Kouda Aya, ready to work!” he raises his eyebrows a little.
They start off relatively simple: dress code, rules to keep in mind to avoid injuring yourself during class, and what the main concerns are when you’re under assault. Aya, never one to keep quiet during class, has a lot of thoughts about potential threats that she’s willing to share.
Maybe there’s something a little too specific about her mentioning that you don’t want them covering your mouth because they could carry you off and other people might even notice, because Kouda’s eyebrows raise even more. She quiets down.
After class…
“Aya-kun.” Kouda calls out to her as she’s leaving the building. He’s changed outfits now that class is over and the dress code doesn’t apply, and apparently he just wears geta for normal everyday stuff? “Let me speak to you for a minute.”
Aya was going to get ice cream after class anyway, so she isn’t expected home just yet. She comes back inside. When they’re standing close together she has to crane her neck up to look at him. “Is it about what I said earlier?”
“That and another thing,” Kouda says. “It shouldn’t take too long.”
They sit in an empty classroom. Kouda writes his name on the blackboard.
“The same way my name’s spelled,” she blurts out.
This doesn’t seem to surprise him. He writes another character. “And this is how you write ‘Aya’, correct?” When she nods, he says, “One of my daughters has the same name.”
That’s weird, but also… “It’s a little creepy when you just say that,” she says, narrowing her eyes at him. She’s already forgotten that this is her sensei and she’s supposed to be respectful to him.
Fortunately, he chuckles. “It’s a little creepy to me too. I don’t think we’re related, or at least only very distantly, but it’s interesting if it’s a coincidence.”
She highly doubts she’s even distantly related to a giant redhead. “I bet you say that to all your students.”
“I don’t normally have students,” Kouda replies. “A rival of mine has been trying to convince me to take a disciple for years.”
“Rival? Disciple? You sound more like a samurai than a self-defense instructor.” She shouldn’t giggle, but she really, really wants to.
“You might be right.” Kouda quirks a smile, but it soon disappears. “Aya-kun, why did you choose to join this class?”
“Um… Well, something happened recently…”
Aya tells him an extremely abbreviated version of her encounter with the subway bomber, ending with, “If Kunikida hadn’t saved me I wouldn’t be here right now. If that happens again, I don’t want to need somebody else to save me.”
“I understand. Taking a traumatic experience and using it to make yourself stronger is an admirable thing. I believe you’ll be able to do well in my class.” Kouda pauses. “Kunikida of the Armed Detective Agency, was it?”
“Kunikida-san, is what he kept telling me to call him,” Aya says. “He’s kind of embarrassing to listen to, but he did save me and all. I should visit him sometime…”
Aya doesn’t bother to call ahead when she visits the Armed Detective Agency’s office the next day. She just walks right in. “Kunikida~”
Kunikida doesn’t even turn his head away from his computer. “I’m working.”
Somehow she’s not surprised. “So take your break. It’s not everyday I come to see you.”
He’s still typing. “My break is scheduled for two hours and twenty eight minutes from now for optimum recovery time. During that those five minutes, I’ll be willing to schedule a longer meeting with you later in the month.”
She’s not surprised, but she’s pissed. It doesn’t help that Kunikida’s coworkers are giving her pitying looks. Grumbling, she marches straight up to his desk and tries to pull his chair out of his office with him on it.
It doesn’t work, because he’s heavy, and she can’t even budge him when he digs his heels into the floor. “Kunikida…”
“Kunikida-san.” He still hasn’t even looked at her.
In the end, a very apologetic teenage boy escorts her out, and after they’re out of earshot gives her Kunikida’s personal phone number, which she solemnly promises not to abuse.
Texting him emoji is not abusing his number! And besides, you don’t have to answer a text right away, she was being considerate! What kind of jerk would block her?!
She’s fuming at her phone after self-defense class, obviously enough that Kouda asks, “Is something the matter?”
“Kunikida blocked me,” she huffs. “I didn’t even do anything wrong! It’s not a crime to want to talk to somebody who saved my life! But he’d rather work all day and he probably hasn’t had a friendly conversation in years…”
Kouda nods along during her rant, and when she finally vents everything, says, “Try to put him out of your mind for a while. He might come around if he’s given time to reflect on his actions.”
She sighs heavily and shoves her phone in her pocket. “I hope you’re right, sensei.”
A couple of days later, she gets a text from Kunikida.
I have an opening in my schedule for forty minutes of conversation on Saturday, starting at 2:08 PM.
She stares at it for a second before texting back.
i’m free!! where can we meet up?
Two messages come in quick succession.
Yamashita Park’s entrance. Don’t be late.
Please tell your self-defense instructor that interceding on your behalf is unnecessary and that further appearances at the ADA office will be treated as acts of aggression.
Aya decides to practice her self-defense exercises for an extra half hour tonight and to never, ever ask Kouda-sensei just how that conversation went.
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs + Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Aya, BSD Kunikida, Rohan
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Fluff/Humor
Word Count: 1,200
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: After the subway bomber incident, Kouda Aya takes a self-defense class taught by Kouda Rohan.
Notes: I needed the Kouda interactions.
There’s nothing like getting attacked by a whacko in a subway and having a bomb strapped to you to make you really want to focus on self-defense.
Aya’s been practicing karate everyday, sure, but it’s not exactly complicated karate, just stuff she learned off Youtube a few months ago. If she’s feeling lousy, she does a couple stretches and calls it good enough. Now she’s going to get serious about it.
If Kunikida had to rescue her again, she’d die of embarrassment. And if he didn’t rescue her, she’d probably just die.
There’s a free self-defense class for ages 13-15 that’s taught by volunteers. It doesn’t meet that often, but it’s more serious training for a hero of justice than she’d been getting before.
Her teacher is a big man. Not only tall - Aya’s sure he’s almost 190 cm - but wide and muscular. He has a deep voice and seems exactly like a person you would want to learn self-defense from.
“Since this is a biweekly class,” her teacher says, “you will be expected to practice on your own time. If you don’t, you will not improve, and I will not hold your hand if you aren’t putting in effort.”
His name is Kouda Rohan. They don’t have a board to write things on, so it might not be the same characters as her name. Still, when she introduces herself as “Kouda Aya, ready to work!” he raises his eyebrows a little.
They start off relatively simple: dress code, rules to keep in mind to avoid injuring yourself during class, and what the main concerns are when you’re under assault. Aya, never one to keep quiet during class, has a lot of thoughts about potential threats that she’s willing to share.
Maybe there’s something a little too specific about her mentioning that you don’t want them covering your mouth because they could carry you off and other people might even notice, because Kouda’s eyebrows raise even more. She quiets down.
After class…
“Aya-kun.” Kouda calls out to her as she’s leaving the building. He’s changed outfits now that class is over and the dress code doesn’t apply, and apparently he just wears geta for normal everyday stuff? “Let me speak to you for a minute.”
Aya was going to get ice cream after class anyway, so she isn’t expected home just yet. She comes back inside. When they’re standing close together she has to crane her neck up to look at him. “Is it about what I said earlier?”
“That and another thing,” Kouda says. “It shouldn’t take too long.”
They sit in an empty classroom. Kouda writes his name on the blackboard.
“The same way my name’s spelled,” she blurts out.
This doesn’t seem to surprise him. He writes another character. “And this is how you write ‘Aya’, correct?” When she nods, he says, “One of my daughters has the same name.”
That’s weird, but also… “It’s a little creepy when you just say that,” she says, narrowing her eyes at him. She’s already forgotten that this is her sensei and she’s supposed to be respectful to him.
Fortunately, he chuckles. “It’s a little creepy to me too. I don’t think we’re related, or at least only very distantly, but it’s interesting if it’s a coincidence.”
She highly doubts she’s even distantly related to a giant redhead. “I bet you say that to all your students.”
“I don’t normally have students,” Kouda replies. “A rival of mine has been trying to convince me to take a disciple for years.”
“Rival? Disciple? You sound more like a samurai than a self-defense instructor.” She shouldn’t giggle, but she really, really wants to.
“You might be right.” Kouda quirks a smile, but it soon disappears. “Aya-kun, why did you choose to join this class?”
“Um… Well, something happened recently…”
Aya tells him an extremely abbreviated version of her encounter with the subway bomber, ending with, “If Kunikida hadn’t saved me I wouldn’t be here right now. If that happens again, I don’t want to need somebody else to save me.”
“I understand. Taking a traumatic experience and using it to make yourself stronger is an admirable thing. I believe you’ll be able to do well in my class.” Kouda pauses. “Kunikida of the Armed Detective Agency, was it?”
“Kunikida-san, is what he kept telling me to call him,” Aya says. “He’s kind of embarrassing to listen to, but he did save me and all. I should visit him sometime…”
Aya doesn’t bother to call ahead when she visits the Armed Detective Agency’s office the next day. She just walks right in. “Kunikida~”
Kunikida doesn’t even turn his head away from his computer. “I’m working.”
Somehow she’s not surprised. “So take your break. It’s not everyday I come to see you.”
He’s still typing. “My break is scheduled for two hours and twenty eight minutes from now for optimum recovery time. During that those five minutes, I’ll be willing to schedule a longer meeting with you later in the month.”
She’s not surprised, but she’s pissed. It doesn’t help that Kunikida’s coworkers are giving her pitying looks. Grumbling, she marches straight up to his desk and tries to pull his chair out of his office with him on it.
It doesn’t work, because he’s heavy, and she can’t even budge him when he digs his heels into the floor. “Kunikida…”
“Kunikida-san.” He still hasn’t even looked at her.
In the end, a very apologetic teenage boy escorts her out, and after they’re out of earshot gives her Kunikida’s personal phone number, which she solemnly promises not to abuse.
Texting him emoji is not abusing his number! And besides, you don’t have to answer a text right away, she was being considerate! What kind of jerk would block her?!
She’s fuming at her phone after self-defense class, obviously enough that Kouda asks, “Is something the matter?”
“Kunikida blocked me,” she huffs. “I didn’t even do anything wrong! It’s not a crime to want to talk to somebody who saved my life! But he’d rather work all day and he probably hasn’t had a friendly conversation in years…”
Kouda nods along during her rant, and when she finally vents everything, says, “Try to put him out of your mind for a while. He might come around if he’s given time to reflect on his actions.”
She sighs heavily and shoves her phone in her pocket. “I hope you’re right, sensei.”
A couple of days later, she gets a text from Kunikida.
I have an opening in my schedule for forty minutes of conversation on Saturday, starting at 2:08 PM.
She stares at it for a second before texting back.
i’m free!! where can we meet up?
Two messages come in quick succession.
Yamashita Park’s entrance. Don’t be late.
Please tell your self-defense instructor that interceding on your behalf is unnecessary and that further appearances at the ADA office will be treated as acts of aggression.
Aya decides to practice her self-defense exercises for an extra half hour tonight and to never, ever ask Kouda-sensei just how that conversation went.