Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Mayuzumi Chihiro Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Square: cuddling on the couch Word Count: 500
i just want domestic mayuakas with cats in every possible universe
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“Why don’t you let me have the remote,” Akashi says, in a way that Mayuzumi takes to mean trouble if he doesn’t hand it over right away. “I think we’ve gotten enough out of this.”
“What, you mean you aren’t interested in—“
“Chihiro,” Akashi says, a warning in each syllable. “Remote.”
Mayuzumi sighs and throws it to him. It’s not even that he’s absorbed in the game show; of course Akashi wouldn’t be interested in anything as bougie as this. But over the years Mayuzumi has come to the conclusion that it’s better to do what Akashi wants when he uses that tone of voice. “Whatever you wish, young master.”
He doesn’t get to see whether or not the host has to take off his pants in front of the audience in the end, but that’s okay. Akashi already has his head on Mayuzumi’s shoulder, a familiar weight made all the more better with the simple fact that today is a Saturday and they have absolutely nothing to do.
(Well, not absolutely nothing. Akashi, ever the workaholic, had still spent most of the morning away at some emergency call, and it’s been raining so hard the entire day they’ve had to cancel most of their plans. But.)
Just as Akashi manages to move forward and press his lips to Mayuzumi’s neck, they both hear an inquisitive meow behind them.
If Mayuzumi would look down, he would probably see the closest Akashi has ever gotten to having flames shoot out of his eyes; but he doesn’t, because he’s seen it about five hundred times before. Besides, it’s always amounted to nothing—the only time he’s ever been seen compromising on something. “Let her up.”
“Chihiro.”
“Come off it, I know you like her.”
Akashi doesn’t answer him (it’s not a victory for Mayuzumi yet, or at least Akashi won’t give it to him all that easily), but only pulls the blankets up a bit more, settling into position. Mayuzumi feels a nudge on his thigh. “She’ll come up when she wants to.”
Kaguya-tan (the cat, not Mayuzumi’s body pillow) paws at their sofa, but thankfully Mayuzumi had already clipped her nails. One more destroyed piece of furniture and Akashi’s unspoken threats might just come true. Mayuzumi reaches over and moves a strand of hair out of his face. “Just like you, you mean.”
“Are you comparing me to a cat?”
But Akashi doesn’t move from where he is, and Mayuzumi doesn’t feel impending doom on the back of his neck. It’s not something Mayuzumi would’ve cared to say out loud even two years ago, so perhaps they’re getting somewhere. “I’m comparing the cat to you.”
Akashi’s probably rolling his eyes—internally, that is; Mayuzumi tries to imagine it, and finds that he’d really rather never see such an expression on Akashi’s face. But he doesn’t object when Mayuzumi holds him closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and they sit there until the rain has stopped pattering on the rooftops outside.
FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, B1, G
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Square: cuddling on the couch
Word Count: 500
i just want domestic mayuakas with cats in every possible universe
***
“Why don’t you let me have the remote,” Akashi says, in a way that Mayuzumi takes to mean trouble if he doesn’t hand it over right away. “I think we’ve gotten enough out of this.”
“What, you mean you aren’t interested in—“
“Chihiro,” Akashi says, a warning in each syllable. “Remote.”
Mayuzumi sighs and throws it to him. It’s not even that he’s absorbed in the game show; of course Akashi wouldn’t be interested in anything as bougie as this. But over the years Mayuzumi has come to the conclusion that it’s better to do what Akashi wants when he uses that tone of voice. “Whatever you wish, young master.”
He doesn’t get to see whether or not the host has to take off his pants in front of the audience in the end, but that’s okay. Akashi already has his head on Mayuzumi’s shoulder, a familiar weight made all the more better with the simple fact that today is a Saturday and they have absolutely nothing to do.
(Well, not absolutely nothing. Akashi, ever the workaholic, had still spent most of the morning away at some emergency call, and it’s been raining so hard the entire day they’ve had to cancel most of their plans. But.)
Just as Akashi manages to move forward and press his lips to Mayuzumi’s neck, they both hear an inquisitive meow behind them.
If Mayuzumi would look down, he would probably see the closest Akashi has ever gotten to having flames shoot out of his eyes; but he doesn’t, because he’s seen it about five hundred times before. Besides, it’s always amounted to nothing—the only time he’s ever been seen compromising on something. “Let her up.”
“Chihiro.”
“Come off it, I know you like her.”
Akashi doesn’t answer him (it’s not a victory for Mayuzumi yet, or at least Akashi won’t give it to him all that easily), but only pulls the blankets up a bit more, settling into position. Mayuzumi feels a nudge on his thigh. “She’ll come up when she wants to.”
Kaguya-tan (the cat, not Mayuzumi’s body pillow) paws at their sofa, but thankfully Mayuzumi had already clipped her nails. One more destroyed piece of furniture and Akashi’s unspoken threats might just come true. Mayuzumi reaches over and moves a strand of hair out of his face. “Just like you, you mean.”
“Are you comparing me to a cat?”
But Akashi doesn’t move from where he is, and Mayuzumi doesn’t feel impending doom on the back of his neck. It’s not something Mayuzumi would’ve cared to say out loud even two years ago, so perhaps they’re getting somewhere. “I’m comparing the cat to you.”
Akashi’s probably rolling his eyes—internally, that is; Mayuzumi tries to imagine it, and finds that he’d really rather never see such an expression on Akashi’s face. But he doesn’t object when Mayuzumi holds him closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and they sit there until the rain has stopped pattering on the rooftops outside.