Ship: Alex/Masako Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Square: her lip gloss tastes sweet Word Count: 432
high school au? high school au
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Alex wears peppermint lip gloss, shiny against her mouth in the winter sun, her lips always soft and full even in the winter, when Masako forgets to put on anything and hers get all chapped and cracked and gross.
“Do you want some?” Alex asks as they’re standing in the bathroom area of the locker room, Masako adjusting her school uniform and Alex’s array of headbands and makeup scattered all around the dirty sink (how she’s not late for class after P.E. every single day Masako has no clue).
She holds out the small tin; Masako can smell it from here (like when she stands too close to Alex accidentally-on-purpose, when Alex crowds her space to get a look at her homework, when Alex is about to shoot a free throw and Masako’s bumping her shoulder for luck). She smears a finger across the waxy surface, and Alex grins.
“Finally got you. Eyeshadow next?”
“Ha, ha,” says Masako (as if; she’s tried on makeup and it always makes her look like a clown or a demented panda, and it seems like all the other girls went to some class on a day she was sick and learned how to apply it perfectly, make their eyes pop and their cheeks look just the right amount of pinched, their skin tones all evened under a full face worth, and she wouldn’t notice if it didn’t make so many of them look so damn attractive, Alex least of all—though Masako’s seen her with a scrubbed face, just out of the school pool, about to go to bed at a team sleepover, everything taken off before practice when she says it might be better for her face to breathe).
Her lip gloss tastes sweet on Masako’s mouth, like chewing gum. She puckers her lips in the mirror, making a kissy face, and Alex laughs.
“Damn, you’re an Instagram model now.”
“You know it,” says Masako, heat unfurling in her stomach even at something so clearly a joke as this.
She slots a few bobby pins into her hair, away from her face (she needs a fucking haircut soon). Alex’s own hair is in its customary ponytail; she eyes them both critically in the mirror. Masako raises an eyebrow; it’s as if all of a sudden Alex has realized, as if Masako’s done something to make her big, fat crush obvious (though she’s had so many moments before then, but maybe this is just the last straw). Masako clears her throat.
“Hey,” says Alex.
Masako kisses her first; their lips taste the same.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, C1, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: her lip gloss tastes sweet
Word Count: 432
high school au? high school au
***
Alex wears peppermint lip gloss, shiny against her mouth in the winter sun, her lips always soft and full even in the winter, when Masako forgets to put on anything and hers get all chapped and cracked and gross.
“Do you want some?” Alex asks as they’re standing in the bathroom area of the locker room, Masako adjusting her school uniform and Alex’s array of headbands and makeup scattered all around the dirty sink (how she’s not late for class after P.E. every single day Masako has no clue).
She holds out the small tin; Masako can smell it from here (like when she stands too close to Alex accidentally-on-purpose, when Alex crowds her space to get a look at her homework, when Alex is about to shoot a free throw and Masako’s bumping her shoulder for luck). She smears a finger across the waxy surface, and Alex grins.
“Finally got you. Eyeshadow next?”
“Ha, ha,” says Masako (as if; she’s tried on makeup and it always makes her look like a clown or a demented panda, and it seems like all the other girls went to some class on a day she was sick and learned how to apply it perfectly, make their eyes pop and their cheeks look just the right amount of pinched, their skin tones all evened under a full face worth, and she wouldn’t notice if it didn’t make so many of them look so damn attractive, Alex least of all—though Masako’s seen her with a scrubbed face, just out of the school pool, about to go to bed at a team sleepover, everything taken off before practice when she says it might be better for her face to breathe).
Her lip gloss tastes sweet on Masako’s mouth, like chewing gum. She puckers her lips in the mirror, making a kissy face, and Alex laughs.
“Damn, you’re an Instagram model now.”
“You know it,” says Masako, heat unfurling in her stomach even at something so clearly a joke as this.
She slots a few bobby pins into her hair, away from her face (she needs a fucking haircut soon). Alex’s own hair is in its customary ponytail; she eyes them both critically in the mirror. Masako raises an eyebrow; it’s as if all of a sudden Alex has realized, as if Masako’s done something to make her big, fat crush obvious (though she’s had so many moments before then, but maybe this is just the last straw). Masako clears her throat.
“Hey,” says Alex.
Masako kisses her first; their lips taste the same.