Ship: Aomine Daiki/Kise Ryouta Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: sexual content (?) Other Tags: hydrophobia (maybe?) Square: behind the bike shed, chain-link fence digging into my back Word Count: 554
i feel like ive written sth similar before but i tried to go about it a different way...? o)-<
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「the sea」
the first time ryouta sees daiki he sees the color of the sea, dazzling and distant and far too much for him to handle. it doesn’t even matter what words had come out of his mouth in that instant—no meaning could be ascribed to the emotions he felt upon seeing ball connect with hand and the electricity of their sneakers against the hardwood floor.
a lighthouse, its everlasting flame upon the shore drawing ryouta in from the stormy waters of his mind.
(i had wanted to come in, so badly)
「bedazzled」
the first time they kiss it had been an accident on the stairs; ryouta had been running late, and he’d stumbled into daiki’s unsuspecting arms taking the steps two by two.
as fate would have it—he’d tasted exactly like ryouta had least expected, salt and the remains of the day’s lunch.
(he’s not a romantic—never has been, even if he takes himself to be. that’s daiki’s job to be horrified, after all, but only after an indefinite amount of time and childish petulance has passed.)
the umpteenth time they kiss it’s behind the touou dormitories, behind the rusted chain-link fences that open up to a whole new world to them of deserted courts and little streams. daiki is country child at heart after all, but neither the inquisitive insects or the sweltering heat matter anymore when ryouta’s pressed up against the metal, daiki’s lips on his after a particularly good match.
“you put on enough chapstick for the both of us,” he would say, and ryouta would be inclined to voice his agreement were it not for the hunger compelling him to pull daiki in, pulling at his hair, biting down until he can’t remember where memory stops and fantasies begin—
「torn」
he won’t think of those times that summer when everything had been lost, oh, oh, when the thunder rolled in and stayed and stayed and—
“i’m glad.”
maybe he’d been wrong choosing this path, but well, ryouta’s never been one to dwell on the past. and he’s not wrong, maybe for the other flares in his life, smaller, dimmer, but this—never this.
even if it were to kill both of them basketball is a song with no end and he would not know any other until the heavens come crashing down between them.
(and if we were lonely, we were lonely together.)
「summer」
when graduation comes they take the train south, to get away for a while because that’s all daiki had ever wanted—or so he grumbled, only after kurokocchi and kagamicchi and the rest of them had happily dropped them off at the station without so much as a “can’t i come along too?”
(daiki would’ve said yes eventually, ryouta knows he would’ve, but secretly he’s glad their friends know better.)
they make it as south as atami and because neither of them are the kind to plan ahead, hop out and never look back as soon as they see the signs pointing to the sea.
later, a photograph from behind a fence: walking hand-in-hand along the shore, daiki waving a half-eaten dango in ryouta’s face, ryouta turning towards him to lick the mitarashi sauce off his lips, the chain-linked circles perfectly framing their smiles and the never-ending blue behind.
FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, B3, G
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: sexual content (?)
Other Tags: hydrophobia (maybe?)
Square: behind the bike shed, chain-link fence digging into my back
Word Count: 554
i feel like ive written sth similar before but i tried to go about it a different way...? o)-<
***
「the sea」
the first time ryouta sees daiki he sees the color of the sea, dazzling and distant and far too much for him to handle. it doesn’t even matter what words had come out of his mouth in that instant—no meaning could be ascribed to the emotions he felt upon seeing ball connect with hand and the electricity of their sneakers against the hardwood floor.
a lighthouse, its everlasting flame upon the shore drawing ryouta in from the stormy waters of his mind.
(i had wanted to come in, so badly)
「bedazzled」
the first time they kiss it had been an accident on the stairs; ryouta had been running late, and he’d stumbled into daiki’s unsuspecting arms taking the steps two by two.
as fate would have it—he’d tasted exactly like ryouta had least expected, salt and the remains of the day’s lunch.
(he’s not a romantic—never has been, even if he takes himself to be. that’s daiki’s job to be horrified, after all, but only after an indefinite amount of time and childish petulance has passed.)
the umpteenth time they kiss it’s behind the touou dormitories, behind the rusted chain-link fences that open up to a whole new world to them of deserted courts and little streams. daiki is country child at heart after all, but neither the inquisitive insects or the sweltering heat matter anymore when ryouta’s pressed up against the metal, daiki’s lips on his after a particularly good match.
“you put on enough chapstick for the both of us,” he would say, and ryouta would be inclined to voice his agreement were it not for the hunger compelling him to pull daiki in, pulling at his hair, biting down until he can’t remember where memory stops and fantasies begin—
「torn」
he won’t think of those times that summer when everything had been lost, oh, oh, when the thunder rolled in and stayed and stayed and—
“i’m glad.”
maybe he’d been wrong choosing this path, but well, ryouta’s never been one to dwell on the past. and he’s not wrong, maybe for the other flares in his life, smaller, dimmer, but this—never this.
even if it were to kill both of them basketball is a song with no end and he would not know any other until the heavens come crashing down between them.
(and if we were lonely, we were lonely together.)
「summer」
when graduation comes they take the train south, to get away for a while because that’s all daiki had ever wanted—or so he grumbled, only after kurokocchi and kagamicchi and the rest of them had happily dropped them off at the station without so much as a “can’t i come along too?”
(daiki would’ve said yes eventually, ryouta knows he would’ve, but secretly he’s glad their friends know better.)
they make it as south as atami and because neither of them are the kind to plan ahead, hop out and never look back as soon as they see the signs pointing to the sea.
later, a photograph from behind a fence: walking hand-in-hand along the shore, daiki waving a half-eaten dango in ryouta’s face, ryouta turning towards him to lick the mitarashi sauce off his lips, the chain-linked circles perfectly framing their smiles and the never-ending blue behind.