Ship: kagami taiga/kuroko tetsuya Fandom: kuroko no basket Major Tags: none Other Tags: none Square: fireflies at night Word Count: 464
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“Are you sure this is the right way?”
“Do you doubt my navigation skills, Kagami-kun?”
Taiga sighs. It’s not that he doubts Kuroko—he never has, not from that first determined promise in an empty basketball court on that fateful evening—but it’s dark, they’re far away from the inn the team has booked, and Taiga’s pretty sure he just gained at least nine new mosquito bites. He hopes it’s just mosquito bites, anyway.
There’s not a single soul out here on this tiny trail. Tall grass brushes their arms as they step further into the meadows. The map says there’s a lake hidden near here. All Taiga can hear is the call of cicadas in the distance and the hum of other bugs and was that a frog? Taiga isn’t a scaredy-cat, but he has been born and raised as a city boy all his life, so it’s a bit of an understatement to say he’s not a fan of bugs. He has no idea what’s out here hiding in the soft grass. He kind of wants to go back to his room, roll up safely in his futon... But here is Kuroko’s back in front of him, his pale hair illuminated by the moonlight as he moves steadily forwards, never faltering.
Taiga can slam dunk basketballs ten times in a row, but he has never claimed to be strong enough to resist a certain ghost-like boy with the bluest eyes he has ever laid eyes on.
“Kagami-kun.”
Taiga nearly runs over the other boy when he stops. He has his mouth open but immediately forgets what he was going to say when he lifts his gaze and catches sight of them.
Fireflies. Little glowing dots around the water edge, floating gently above the grass, drifting lazily overhead. Taiga isn’t one for fantasy, but he can’t deny the magic of this sight.
“Wow,” he breathes out.
“It’s beautiful,” Kuroko agrees. He steps forwards, a hand raised slightly. Taiga watches as the other boy stands impossibly still, and slowly, a single firefly comes over and hovers curiously over him.
There’s a small smile on Kuroko’s face. It’s the barest of tugs on his lips, a slight widening of his eyes. Under the soft glow of the fireflies, he looks absolutely ethereal. Taiga almost forgets to admire the lightning bugs around them, so busy admiring the boy in front of him.
When the night chill has finally caught up to them, and the mosquito bites are too much, they turn back towards the inn. They don’t talk, still in awe of the golden glow. Shyly, Taiga reaches out with a hand. With a soft smile, Kuroko takes it, and they take their time returning, fingers linked together with the quiet warmth of the bugs they leave behind.
FILL: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou, A2, [G]
Fandom: kuroko no basket
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Square: fireflies at night
Word Count: 464
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“Are you sure this is the right way?”
“Do you doubt my navigation skills, Kagami-kun?”
Taiga sighs. It’s not that he doubts Kuroko—he never has, not from that first determined promise in an empty basketball court on that fateful evening—but it’s dark, they’re far away from the inn the team has booked, and Taiga’s pretty sure he just gained at least nine new mosquito bites. He hopes it’s just mosquito bites, anyway.
There’s not a single soul out here on this tiny trail. Tall grass brushes their arms as they step further into the meadows. The map says there’s a lake hidden near here. All Taiga can hear is the call of cicadas in the distance and the hum of other bugs and was that a frog? Taiga isn’t a scaredy-cat, but he has been born and raised as a city boy all his life, so it’s a bit of an understatement to say he’s not a fan of bugs. He has no idea what’s out here hiding in the soft grass. He kind of wants to go back to his room, roll up safely in his futon... But here is Kuroko’s back in front of him, his pale hair illuminated by the moonlight as he moves steadily forwards, never faltering.
Taiga can slam dunk basketballs ten times in a row, but he has never claimed to be strong enough to resist a certain ghost-like boy with the bluest eyes he has ever laid eyes on.
“Kagami-kun.”
Taiga nearly runs over the other boy when he stops. He has his mouth open but immediately forgets what he was going to say when he lifts his gaze and catches sight of them.
Fireflies. Little glowing dots around the water edge, floating gently above the grass, drifting lazily overhead. Taiga isn’t one for fantasy, but he can’t deny the magic of this sight.
“Wow,” he breathes out.
“It’s beautiful,” Kuroko agrees. He steps forwards, a hand raised slightly. Taiga watches as the other boy stands impossibly still, and slowly, a single firefly comes over and hovers curiously over him.
There’s a small smile on Kuroko’s face. It’s the barest of tugs on his lips, a slight widening of his eyes. Under the soft glow of the fireflies, he looks absolutely ethereal.
Taiga almost forgets to admire the lightning bugs around them, so busy admiring the boy in front of him.
When the night chill has finally caught up to them, and the mosquito bites are too much, they turn back towards the inn. They don’t talk, still in awe of the golden glow. Shyly, Taiga reaches out with a hand. With a soft smile, Kuroko takes it, and they take their time returning, fingers linked together with the quiet warmth of the bugs they leave behind.