Ship: Murasakibara/Himuro Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Word Count: 417
fair warning there is candy wrapper eating in this
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It had started out with just candy. The chocolate melting in his pocket, the hard candies from his schoolbag, slipped small into his mouth, kissed into Himuro’s when Murasakibara had thought he’d looked hungry, the chewy stuff that sticks to his teeth. Candy is good; Murasakibara’s got no complaints about it, and he’s okay with sharing if it’s Himuro. Himuro doesn’t ask for too much, but he takes what is offered, the sound of him sucking on the hardened sugar pleasing to Murasakibara’s ears.
But Murasakibara’s always hungry and there isn’t always more, after curfew when he can’t sneak out (it’s awfully hard when you’re as big as him) or when they’re stuck on a bus somewhere and they’ve eaten everything, Himuro telling him not to make such a mess Atsushi, kissing the chocolate stains from his lips and tasting of sweet strawberry.
When chocolate melts in his pocket it sticks to the plastic, the insides streaked sweet and dry. It’ll have to do; the chocolate tastes as it always does but the wrapper underneath crinkles in his mouth, slides frictionless between his teeth. Himuro glances up at him but says nothing. Murasakibara bites a hole along the serrated edge, swallows the piece of plastic down. He’s still not full, but this is something to do with his mouth.
It’s not good for him; Himuro tells him that in the same tone he talks about the candy and the chips and the other snacks. He shows Murasakibara images of animals washed up on beaches, stomachs spilling over with plastics. Murasakibara bites them smaller, feels them slide down his throat and stick to the insides, the feeling of it long gone after he’s had a whole bottle of water. No matter; he hasn’t choked yet; his stomach hasn’t twisted itself inside out yet. He eats them sparingly, a treat on top of what’s already supposed to be a treat, the sound like a zipper through the insides of his teeth. creasing as he rubs them across; he feels the plastic bunch up, hears it crinkle. He can chew the sugar, the dye, from one small piece of plastic for an hour, like gum that never loses its texture.
He starts giving the candy over to Himuro, sometimes, a piece of chocolate here or a hard candy there, placing it on Himuro’s tongue, watching as he chews, biting through caramel and nougat, the crunching bitter. Better if it were a flat crinkle, woven plastic, unsustainable except under his tongue.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 417
fair warning there is candy wrapper eating in this
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It had started out with just candy. The chocolate melting in his pocket, the hard candies from his schoolbag, slipped small into his mouth, kissed into Himuro’s when Murasakibara had thought he’d looked hungry, the chewy stuff that sticks to his teeth. Candy is good; Murasakibara’s got no complaints about it, and he’s okay with sharing if it’s Himuro. Himuro doesn’t ask for too much, but he takes what is offered, the sound of him sucking on the hardened sugar pleasing to Murasakibara’s ears.
But Murasakibara’s always hungry and there isn’t always more, after curfew when he can’t sneak out (it’s awfully hard when you’re as big as him) or when they’re stuck on a bus somewhere and they’ve eaten everything, Himuro telling him not to make such a mess Atsushi, kissing the chocolate stains from his lips and tasting of sweet strawberry.
When chocolate melts in his pocket it sticks to the plastic, the insides streaked sweet and dry. It’ll have to do; the chocolate tastes as it always does but the wrapper underneath crinkles in his mouth, slides frictionless between his teeth. Himuro glances up at him but says nothing. Murasakibara bites a hole along the serrated edge, swallows the piece of plastic down. He’s still not full, but this is something to do with his mouth.
It’s not good for him; Himuro tells him that in the same tone he talks about the candy and the chips and the other snacks. He shows Murasakibara images of animals washed up on beaches, stomachs spilling over with plastics. Murasakibara bites them smaller, feels them slide down his throat and stick to the insides, the feeling of it long gone after he’s had a whole bottle of water. No matter; he hasn’t choked yet; his stomach hasn’t twisted itself inside out yet. He eats them sparingly, a treat on top of what’s already supposed to be a treat, the sound like a zipper through the insides of his teeth. creasing as he rubs them across; he feels the plastic bunch up, hears it crinkle. He can chew the sugar, the dye, from one small piece of plastic for an hour, like gum that never loses its texture.
He starts giving the candy over to Himuro, sometimes, a piece of chocolate here or a hard candy there, placing it on Himuro’s tongue, watching as he chews, biting through caramel and nougat, the crunching bitter. Better if it were a flat crinkle, woven plastic, unsustainable except under his tongue.