Ship: Ryoma/Kirhara, Imayoshi/Hanamiya, PoT ensemble, KnB ensemble Fandom: Prince of Tennis & Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Square: representing the country Word Count: 413 words
I can’t cope with how much I love this verse. Nothing happens except some bickering.
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Hanamiya loomed over Ryoma, looking down at him with a smirk. “I hear you’re a genius at League.”
“I hear you’re toxic,” Ryoma replied. He couldn’t have sounded more unimpressed if he’d tried - but why would he waste such effort on Hanamiya?
Without looking, Imayoshi reached out and grabbed the back of Hanamiya’s jacket, dragging him backwards. Imayoshi continued to smile at Inui as he did so.
“I hear you’re the analyst behind your team’s success,” Imayoshi said, ignoring the way that Hanamiya was stripping out of his jacket to try to go after Ryoma.
“I just give them the data. They are the ones who train hard,” Inui demurred modestly.
“Inui-kun is too modest,” Fuji said, stepping up besides him. “His data is invaluable.”
“Indeed,” Akashi murmured, watching Fuji warily. His mismatched eyes narrowed, Akashi trying to size him up. “Our own analyst, Satsuki, is instrumental to our victories.”
“We’re heard that,” Fuji replied. “She’s also responsible for making sure that Aomine-kun actually shows up to matches, isn’t she?”
Akashi’s eyes narrowed further. “He gets bored when he has no challenge. We are hoping that representing Japan will provide us with a challenge worthy of our talents.”
The unspoken insult that the finals hadn’t been challenging was picked up on by Fuji - but unfortunately, also Kirihara.
“Are you saying that we didn’t challenge you? We curbstomped your genius asses! They should’ve called you MiraKILL because we were killing you so much!” He erupted.
“Ehhhh,” Murasakibara complained, looming over all of them. “Why’re you shouting so much, Kiri-chin? It’s noisy.”
Kirihara looked at Murasakibara the way that Jack must’ve looked at the beanstalk before chopping it down and Kise decided that this was a good time to intervene.
“Everyone’s just really excited, you know,” he said earnestly as he threw his arms around Kuroko. “We get to represent Japan in a special international tournament! Have any of you even been outside Japan before?”
“I grew up in America,” Ryoma said diffidently.
“So did I,” Kagami added, prying at Kise’s arms to try to get him off Kuroko.
“But not for tournaments, right?” Kise asked, still beaming. “So this is new to all of us.”
“Kise-kun is right,” Kuroko said, trying to worm out of Kise’s hold. “We should cooperate and decide which of us will be the subs.”
Immediately, the room went silent. The only thing they could agree on was that they didn’t want to be the subs.
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, C2 T
Fandom: Prince of Tennis & Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Square: representing the country
Word Count: 413 words
I can’t cope with how much I love this verse. Nothing happens except some bickering.
***
Hanamiya loomed over Ryoma, looking down at him with a smirk. “I hear you’re a genius at League.”
“I hear you’re toxic,” Ryoma replied. He couldn’t have sounded more unimpressed if he’d tried - but why would he waste such effort on Hanamiya?
Without looking, Imayoshi reached out and grabbed the back of Hanamiya’s jacket, dragging him backwards. Imayoshi continued to smile at Inui as he did so.
“I hear you’re the analyst behind your team’s success,” Imayoshi said, ignoring the way that Hanamiya was stripping out of his jacket to try to go after Ryoma.
“I just give them the data. They are the ones who train hard,” Inui demurred modestly.
“Inui-kun is too modest,” Fuji said, stepping up besides him. “His data is invaluable.”
“Indeed,” Akashi murmured, watching Fuji warily. His mismatched eyes narrowed, Akashi trying to size him up. “Our own analyst, Satsuki, is instrumental to our victories.”
“We’re heard that,” Fuji replied. “She’s also responsible for making sure that Aomine-kun actually shows up to matches, isn’t she?”
Akashi’s eyes narrowed further. “He gets bored when he has no challenge. We are hoping that representing Japan will provide us with a challenge worthy of our talents.”
The unspoken insult that the finals hadn’t been challenging was picked up on by Fuji - but unfortunately, also Kirihara.
“Are you saying that we didn’t challenge you? We curbstomped your genius asses! They should’ve called you MiraKILL because we were killing you so much!” He erupted.
“Ehhhh,” Murasakibara complained, looming over all of them. “Why’re you shouting so much, Kiri-chin? It’s noisy.”
Kirihara looked at Murasakibara the way that Jack must’ve looked at the beanstalk before chopping it down and Kise decided that this was a good time to intervene.
“Everyone’s just really excited, you know,” he said earnestly as he threw his arms around Kuroko. “We get to represent Japan in a special international tournament! Have any of you even been outside Japan before?”
“I grew up in America,” Ryoma said diffidently.
“So did I,” Kagami added, prying at Kise’s arms to try to get him off Kuroko.
“But not for tournaments, right?” Kise asked, still beaming. “So this is new to all of us.”
“Kise-kun is right,” Kuroko said, trying to worm out of Kise’s hold. “We should cooperate and decide which of us will be the subs.”
Immediately, the room went silent. The only thing they could agree on was that they didn’t want to be the subs.