Ship: nijimura/himuro Fandom: kuroko no basuke Major Tags: none Other Tags: alcohol/drinking, disasters (kaiju apocalypse, war), pacific rim au Square: Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Word Count: 642
***
Here's the thing.
There's not one part of Tatsuya that isn't suited to becoming a jaeger pilot. He has strength in spades, has the guts, has the determination, has the ability to think on his feet out on the field. They call it battle sense; he calls it instinct, honed from picking too many fights when he was younger with bigger kids. It doesn't show on his face so people have a hard time believing it, but he can take a punch and can definitely retaliate with a stronger one. But this is the 21st century, and more than the part of him that's a soldier, Tatsuya has it in him to perform as a celebrity too. He has the features for it, camera-ready at every opportunity, and he has the charm and the right answers to fend interviews off or reel them in for a better scoop. It's not why he enlisted, far from it, but he thinks it an amusing perk to be gifted an action figure of himself at a celebration honoring the anniversary of their first victory.
So Tatsuya has no problem with the socializing, the drinking, the laughing on cue, but here's the kicker: Shuuzou does.
They're partners, and technically this is for both of them so they should be standing here, together, suffering and enjoying the attention in equal measure, but the second Tatsuya turns his back to pose for a picture, Shuuzou seems to vanish in the flash. It takes half an hour to extract himself from the festivities, and a good quarter hour to actually find where Shuuzou's run off to, but he turns out to be in the most obvious place, so obvious Tatsuya didn't think to look there first.
Tatsuya, from several stories up, sees him on the ground floor, propped up against the foot of their jaeger, either nursing a drink or trying to fall asleep. The scenario isn't particularly romantic, but still Tatsuya is reminded of a balcony and a leading man too busy napping to perform his part.
"Romeo, Romeo," he calls out, trying not to laugh and failing, "wherefore art thou, Romeo?"
Shuuzo rises to attention, his characteristic glare somehow still working from so far away. "Go back inside, Tatsuya." His drunk voice reverberates (the Shatterdome has excellent acoustics) and Tatsuya is struck with the need to hear it quieter, up close.
"I don't think I will," he sing-songs, already withdrawing from where he is. "Stay there. I'm coming down." Not that he thinks Shuuzuo is going anywhere, in that state of his.
When he's finally on the ground floor too, Shuuzou seems more awake, powered by righteous anger or something similar. "What're you doing? It's your party."
"It's our party," corrects Tatsuya, swiping the bottle from Shuuzou's hands and taking a swig as he sits beside him. "Felt kind of pointless without you, Shuu."
Shuuzou makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like 'tch,' like he's from an anime or something. "You know that's not my scene." Even in the dim lighting, he's flushed past the collar of shirt. Tatsuya can't be certain if it's just the alcohol's doing, which is why he keeps his hands to himself, stopping them from wandering over to Shuuzou's jaw to tilt his face towards him, or — somewhere more dangerous.
"I know," he says, leaning against Shuuzou's shoulder instead, not wholly comfortable but snug enough. "That's why I'm here."
Shuuzou makes the noise again; Tatsuya laughs, again, and hands the bottle back to him. It's no grand celebration, and there no crowds or congratulations, but Tatsuya prefers it like this, right here, the two of them alone in the relative darkness and the near-silence, pretending they're in the Drift.
(Neither of them speak anymore, like they're reading each other's minds, so maybe they already are, so that's good enough for him.)
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, B3, T
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: alcohol/drinking, disasters (kaiju apocalypse, war), pacific rim au
Square: Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Word Count: 642
***
Here's the thing.
There's not one part of Tatsuya that isn't suited to becoming a jaeger pilot. He has strength in spades, has the guts, has the determination, has the ability to think on his feet out on the field. They call it battle sense; he calls it instinct, honed from picking too many fights when he was younger with bigger kids. It doesn't show on his face so people have a hard time believing it, but he can take a punch and can definitely retaliate with a stronger one. But this is the 21st century, and more than the part of him that's a soldier, Tatsuya has it in him to perform as a celebrity too. He has the features for it, camera-ready at every opportunity, and he has the charm and the right answers to fend interviews off or reel them in for a better scoop. It's not why he enlisted, far from it, but he thinks it an amusing perk to be gifted an action figure of himself at a celebration honoring the anniversary of their first victory.
So Tatsuya has no problem with the socializing, the drinking, the laughing on cue, but here's the kicker: Shuuzou does.
They're partners, and technically this is for both of them so they should be standing here, together, suffering and enjoying the attention in equal measure, but the second Tatsuya turns his back to pose for a picture, Shuuzou seems to vanish in the flash. It takes half an hour to extract himself from the festivities, and a good quarter hour to actually find where Shuuzou's run off to, but he turns out to be in the most obvious place, so obvious Tatsuya didn't think to look there first.
Tatsuya, from several stories up, sees him on the ground floor, propped up against the foot of their jaeger, either nursing a drink or trying to fall asleep. The scenario isn't particularly romantic, but still Tatsuya is reminded of a balcony and a leading man too busy napping to perform his part.
"Romeo, Romeo," he calls out, trying not to laugh and failing, "wherefore art thou, Romeo?"
Shuuzo rises to attention, his characteristic glare somehow still working from so far away. "Go back inside, Tatsuya." His drunk voice reverberates (the Shatterdome has excellent acoustics) and Tatsuya is struck with the need to hear it quieter, up close.
"I don't think I will," he sing-songs, already withdrawing from where he is. "Stay there. I'm coming down." Not that he thinks Shuuzuo is going anywhere, in that state of his.
When he's finally on the ground floor too, Shuuzou seems more awake, powered by righteous anger or something similar. "What're you doing? It's your party."
"It's our party," corrects Tatsuya, swiping the bottle from Shuuzou's hands and taking a swig as he sits beside him. "Felt kind of pointless without you, Shuu."
Shuuzou makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like 'tch,' like he's from an anime or something. "You know that's not my scene." Even in the dim lighting, he's flushed past the collar of shirt. Tatsuya can't be certain if it's just the alcohol's doing, which is why he keeps his hands to himself, stopping them from wandering over to Shuuzou's jaw to tilt his face towards him, or — somewhere more dangerous.
"I know," he says, leaning against Shuuzou's shoulder instead, not wholly comfortable but snug enough. "That's why I'm here."
Shuuzou makes the noise again; Tatsuya laughs, again, and hands the bottle back to him. It's no grand celebration, and there no crowds or congratulations, but Tatsuya prefers it like this, right here, the two of them alone in the relative darkness and the near-silence, pretending they're in the Drift.
(Neither of them speak anymore, like they're reading each other's minds, so maybe they already are, so that's good enough for him.)