Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya, Inui/Kaidoh, Eiji/Oishi, KnB ensemble Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Square: "it's DPS, not DPS per second" Word Count: 520 words
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“It’s DPS,” Imayoshi muttered at the wide screen TV. Their club house was set up with the best media equipment so they watched all their opponent’s matches on a huge screen with even more detail than they’d have had if they’d been playing in the match.
“What?” Hanamiya asked, glancing at Imayoshi. Everyone else was engrossed in the match, paired off in their usual configurations. Kuroko was on Kagami’s lap, sharing a bowl of popcorn that Kagami was devouring like he’d never been fed in his life, and Aomine and Kise were sprawled over one of the other’s couches. Murasakibara was busy munching his way through enough candy to give a dentist nightmares and not quite paying attention to the game.
Hanamiya and Imayoshi, as usual, had gravitated together while Momoi and Riko, the team analyst and coach respectively, were taking notes at the table with Midorima.
All of them had heard Imayoshi’s comment though, so it wasn’t just Hanamiya looking at him.
“It’s DPS, not DPS per second,” Imayoshi elaborated. “DPS already means Damage Per Second. It’s like saying PIN number - PIN already means Personal Identification Number, you don’t have to say number again.”
Everyone stared at Imayoshi for a few nonplussed seconds and then collectively decided to ignore him, turning their attention back to the screen.
Only Hanamiya snorted and dragged Imayoshi closer. “Gonna write to the commentators and tell them?”
“They do check Tweets during the game,” Imayoshi said, pulling his phone out. “And I’ve got fake accounts I can use to tell them.”
“Thank you, Imayoshi. You are a true hero, standing up for the language like that,” Hanamiya said dryly.
“The only heros you know anything about are subs,” Imayoshi muttered.
*
“It’s a snare, not a stun!” Inui told the screen. The screen did not care. His teammates, however, snickered softly. They were well-used to Inui’s outbursts by now.
“It’s an important difference,” Inui said, adjusting his glasses with an air of ruffled dignity. “With a stun, you cannot do anything. With a snare, you cannot move but you can still attack. Snares are much less damaging than stuns.”
“We know,” Eiji said, flipping over the back of the couch. “Morgana only stuns on her ult, snares on everything else. Leona stuns. Lux snares. A knock-up is the same as a stun but Yasuo can ult onto you.”
“Yes,” Inui said, mollified by this proof that Eiji had paid attention to his lectures. “Exactly that.”
Oishi fed Eiji a kernel of popcorn as a prize for having stopped Inui from launching into a longer lecture while Kaidoh grabbed Inui’s hand and tugged.
“Senpai, sit down and watch. You can quiz us on the different attacks after the match.” As much as he respected his boyfriend’s talents and as grateful as the entire team was to have Inui as their analyst, watching matches did get a little frustrating when Inui kept interrupting!
“Fine,” Inui agreed as he sat down. “And then you can all try some of my new mental strengthening juice.”
Suddenly, everyone decided to go watch the match in their own rooms.
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, C3, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Square: "it's DPS, not DPS per second"
Word Count: 520 words
***
“It’s DPS,” Imayoshi muttered at the wide screen TV. Their club house was set up with the best media equipment so they watched all their opponent’s matches on a huge screen with even more detail than they’d have had if they’d been playing in the match.
“What?” Hanamiya asked, glancing at Imayoshi. Everyone else was engrossed in the match, paired off in their usual configurations. Kuroko was on Kagami’s lap, sharing a bowl of popcorn that Kagami was devouring like he’d never been fed in his life, and Aomine and Kise were sprawled over one of the other’s couches. Murasakibara was busy munching his way through enough candy to give a dentist nightmares and not quite paying attention to the game.
Hanamiya and Imayoshi, as usual, had gravitated together while Momoi and Riko, the team analyst and coach respectively, were taking notes at the table with Midorima.
All of them had heard Imayoshi’s comment though, so it wasn’t just Hanamiya looking at him.
“It’s DPS, not DPS per second,” Imayoshi elaborated. “DPS already means Damage Per Second. It’s like saying PIN number - PIN already means Personal Identification Number, you don’t have to say number again.”
Everyone stared at Imayoshi for a few nonplussed seconds and then collectively decided to ignore him, turning their attention back to the screen.
Only Hanamiya snorted and dragged Imayoshi closer. “Gonna write to the commentators and tell them?”
“They do check Tweets during the game,” Imayoshi said, pulling his phone out. “And I’ve got fake accounts I can use to tell them.”
“Thank you, Imayoshi. You are a true hero, standing up for the language like that,” Hanamiya said dryly.
“The only heros you know anything about are subs,” Imayoshi muttered.
*
“It’s a snare, not a stun!” Inui told the screen. The screen did not care. His teammates, however, snickered softly. They were well-used to Inui’s outbursts by now.
“It’s an important difference,” Inui said, adjusting his glasses with an air of ruffled dignity. “With a stun, you cannot do anything. With a snare, you cannot move but you can still attack. Snares are much less damaging than stuns.”
“We know,” Eiji said, flipping over the back of the couch. “Morgana only stuns on her ult, snares on everything else. Leona stuns. Lux snares. A knock-up is the same as a stun but Yasuo can ult onto you.”
“Yes,” Inui said, mollified by this proof that Eiji had paid attention to his lectures. “Exactly that.”
Oishi fed Eiji a kernel of popcorn as a prize for having stopped Inui from launching into a longer lecture while Kaidoh grabbed Inui’s hand and tugged.
“Senpai, sit down and watch. You can quiz us on the different attacks after the match.” As much as he respected his boyfriend’s talents and as grateful as the entire team was to have Inui as their analyst, watching matches did get a little frustrating when Inui kept interrupting!
“Fine,” Inui agreed as he sat down. “And then you can all try some of my new mental strengthening juice.”
Suddenly, everyone decided to go watch the match in their own rooms.