Ship: Kise/Imayoshi Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Square: Kise at Touou Word Count: 424
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“Imayoshichii…” Kise whines, pouting his lips and doing everything short of literally batting his eyelashes.
Imayoshi pats his head, messing up Kise’s carefully-done hair as if on purpose; he’s still reading through the practice schedules and making his own messy notes and terrible drawings (probably still better than Kise’s, if Kise’s being totally honest). He looks up, over his glasses (at least, Kise’s pretty sure he does) and regards Kise with something.
“You want to play power forward?”
Kise nods before he can stop himself; playing on the wing plays more to his versatility but it’s not like he enjoys outside shots as much as being on the inside, under the hoop, stuffing in rebounds. And, well, that’s still being cagey about it; if the goal is to someday pass Aomine what better way is there to compete with him at his own position? It’s tempting; he’s not sure if it’s actually offered (the way Imayoshi’s phrased it is, as always, ambiguous.”
“Maybe we’ll get Aomine for a whole game if we slot you in there,” says Imayoshi.
Kise glares; that’s not funny, treating him like something to be exploited just to get the ace to put in more of an effort (sometimes he wonders if that’s why Imayoshi had recruited him in the first place, and at times like this he almost believes it fully).
“You’re awful,” says Kise.
“You’re cute,” says Imayoshi. “I just want what’s best for the team. I’m not going to play favorites if it costs me the Winter Cup."
“It won’t,” says Kise. “I’m good enough.”
(He’s walked into Imayoshi’s trap; he realizes it as he says the words, but, well. The end result’s going to be the same, and he deserves to be here. They wouldn’t have recruited him at all if he didn’t.)
Imayoshi goes back to scribbling in the margins and Kise moves closer, dropping his head on Imayoshi’s shoulder.
“You going to let me sit in your lap?” says Imayoshi. “I can’t hold you and do this at once, you know.”
It’s true enough, though if Imayoshi really wanted to he probably could. He stands up and Kise sits down in his spot, pulling Imayoshi down into his lap. Imayoshi pats his cheek; it’s probably meant to be condescending but Kise takes it as it is, a definite touch, deft on his skin. If it were anyone else, he’d tell them not to clog his pores, but since it’s Imayoshi it’s not worth it to do. He’d rather read Imayoshi’s snarky notes, anyway.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, A3, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: Kise at Touou
Word Count: 424
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“Imayoshichii…” Kise whines, pouting his lips and doing everything short of literally batting his eyelashes.
Imayoshi pats his head, messing up Kise’s carefully-done hair as if on purpose; he’s still reading through the practice schedules and making his own messy notes and terrible drawings (probably still better than Kise’s, if Kise’s being totally honest). He looks up, over his glasses (at least, Kise’s pretty sure he does) and regards Kise with something.
“You want to play power forward?”
Kise nods before he can stop himself; playing on the wing plays more to his versatility but it’s not like he enjoys outside shots as much as being on the inside, under the hoop, stuffing in rebounds. And, well, that’s still being cagey about it; if the goal is to someday pass Aomine what better way is there to compete with him at his own position? It’s tempting; he’s not sure if it’s actually offered (the way Imayoshi’s phrased it is, as always, ambiguous.”
“Maybe we’ll get Aomine for a whole game if we slot you in there,” says Imayoshi.
Kise glares; that’s not funny, treating him like something to be exploited just to get the ace to put in more of an effort (sometimes he wonders if that’s why Imayoshi had recruited him in the first place, and at times like this he almost believes it fully).
“You’re awful,” says Kise.
“You’re cute,” says Imayoshi. “I just want what’s best for the team. I’m not going to play favorites if it costs me the Winter Cup."
“It won’t,” says Kise. “I’m good enough.”
(He’s walked into Imayoshi’s trap; he realizes it as he says the words, but, well. The end result’s going to be the same, and he deserves to be here. They wouldn’t have recruited him at all if he didn’t.)
Imayoshi goes back to scribbling in the margins and Kise moves closer, dropping his head on Imayoshi’s shoulder.
“You going to let me sit in your lap?” says Imayoshi. “I can’t hold you and do this at once, you know.”
It’s true enough, though if Imayoshi really wanted to he probably could. He stands up and Kise sits down in his spot, pulling Imayoshi down into his lap. Imayoshi pats his cheek; it’s probably meant to be condescending but Kise takes it as it is, a definite touch, deft on his skin. If it were anyone else, he’d tell them not to clog his pores, but since it’s Imayoshi it’s not worth it to do. He’d rather read Imayoshi’s snarky notes, anyway.