Ship: Mayuzumi Chihiro/Akashi Seijuurou Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: none Other Tags: mention of someone being sunburnt? Word Count: 683
i...don't know the source material so i just went with...this...orz
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“Chihiro, come here.”
“I’d rather not, thanks.”
Mayuzumi does not have to look in Akashi’s direction to know he’s being judged, however slightly, for refusing to step out into the sun. It’s July and hot enough for him to not want to have anything to do with leaving his room, let alone be dragged all the way out here in the middle of nowhere, too close to the billions of grains of hot sand that are starting to stick to every inch of his body.
And Akashi had prevailed, yet again. Figures.
Maybe it’s the fact that he’s never had one of those experiences before Mayuzumi sees on the television: youth dramas waxing poetic about summer and the sea and couples running along the sandy dunes at sunset. If he looks up he could probably see seagulls circling them, calling out, the melodrama of the whole situation straight out of a light novel.
“Chihiro.”
“You’re not listening to me at all, aren’t you.”
Akashi shoves a bottle of sunscreen at Mayuzumi, completely ignoring his words. “Help me put this on then, if you insist on staying here.”
Mayuzumi sighs, but he does as he is told.
-
“This is your fault.”
Akashi slaps—a little too hard, Mayuzumi thinks, and on purpose—at his sunburnt neck with some aloe vera, making him flinch. They’re sitting in the shade for a kakigori pit stop, but the owner is nowhere to be seen. Alright, guess it’s another unfortunate day for me, Mayuzumi thinks, wincing a little as he feels the cooling effect start to work its way into his skin. It was so absolutely unfair that Akashi had been out there for that long and had had nothing happen to him.
“I wasn’t aware I had the power to control the sun.”
“God, you wish you did.” Mayuzumi replies without thinking, and Akashi side-eyes him with that amused little smile of his that could mean nothing good. At least now that they’re on dry land Akashi can’t throw him into the ocean. “I…what is that.”
Akashi hums, not answering, and stands up to walk towards the counter again. “I’m thirsty, that’s all.”
Finally, a sign that you’re human. Mayuzumi makes to stand, but then thinks better of it—better let Akashi serve him for once, because he’d be lying if he isn’t impressed at how well Akashi is playing at being an average person who actually enjoys going on a bougie beach vacation. Not even Mayuzumi could manage that, and he is decidedly much more average than anyone around.
He wonders what kind of vacations Akashi had gone on as a child—there would be servants carrying a towel for him, of course, and they’d be having caviar instead of popsicles. Perhaps he doesn’t even walk; people like that are carried around everywhere, aren’t they?
Someone taps Mayuzumi on the shoulder, bringing him back to the present, where Akashi is standing next to him with only one serving of violently pink strawberry kakigori in hand.
“You’re not getting any?”
“You shouldn’t eat so many sweets.”
Mayuzumi inhales, unable to keep the offense out of his voice. “Are you my mo—“
Akashi, ever the risk-taker, shoves a spoonful of shaved ice into his mouth. Mayuzumi almost chokes, the sudden chill on his tongue not so much offensive as surprising. It’s quite enough to take his mind off the fantasy he’s constructed or the pain in his neck. He does not have much time to savor it, though, as Akashi leans in, and oh—
“You could’ve,” Mayuzumi says, breathless as they break apart, the taste of salt from Akashi’s lips still lingering and enhancing the sweetness inside his mouth, “You—could’ve just gotten two.”
Something swells inside him as he notes the pink on Akashi’s cheeks, whether it’s from the sun or the kiss notwithstanding. “Eat up, Chihiro.”
Mayuzumi reaches for the spoon, a wry smile playing on his own lips. Akashi may like to take things from others, this included, but it doesn’t mean two can’t play the game. “You’re not the only one who’s thirsty.”
FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, G
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: mention of someone being sunburnt?
Word Count: 683
i...don't know the source material so i just went with...this...orz
***
“Chihiro, come here.”
“I’d rather not, thanks.”
Mayuzumi does not have to look in Akashi’s direction to know he’s being judged, however slightly, for refusing to step out into the sun. It’s July and hot enough for him to not want to have anything to do with leaving his room, let alone be dragged all the way out here in the middle of nowhere, too close to the billions of grains of hot sand that are starting to stick to every inch of his body.
And Akashi had prevailed, yet again. Figures.
Maybe it’s the fact that he’s never had one of those experiences before Mayuzumi sees on the television: youth dramas waxing poetic about summer and the sea and couples running along the sandy dunes at sunset. If he looks up he could probably see seagulls circling them, calling out, the melodrama of the whole situation straight out of a light novel.
“Chihiro.”
“You’re not listening to me at all, aren’t you.”
Akashi shoves a bottle of sunscreen at Mayuzumi, completely ignoring his words. “Help me put this on then, if you insist on staying here.”
Mayuzumi sighs, but he does as he is told.
-
“This is your fault.”
Akashi slaps—a little too hard, Mayuzumi thinks, and on purpose—at his sunburnt neck with some aloe vera, making him flinch. They’re sitting in the shade for a kakigori pit stop, but the owner is nowhere to be seen. Alright, guess it’s another unfortunate day for me, Mayuzumi thinks, wincing a little as he feels the cooling effect start to work its way into his skin. It was so absolutely unfair that Akashi had been out there for that long and had had nothing happen to him.
“I wasn’t aware I had the power to control the sun.”
“God, you wish you did.” Mayuzumi replies without thinking, and Akashi side-eyes him with that amused little smile of his that could mean nothing good. At least now that they’re on dry land Akashi can’t throw him into the ocean. “I…what is that.”
Akashi hums, not answering, and stands up to walk towards the counter again. “I’m thirsty, that’s all.”
Finally, a sign that you’re human. Mayuzumi makes to stand, but then thinks better of it—better let Akashi serve him for once, because he’d be lying if he isn’t impressed at how well Akashi is playing at being an average person who actually enjoys going on a bougie beach vacation. Not even Mayuzumi could manage that, and he is decidedly much more average than anyone around.
He wonders what kind of vacations Akashi had gone on as a child—there would be servants carrying a towel for him, of course, and they’d be having caviar instead of popsicles. Perhaps he doesn’t even walk; people like that are carried around everywhere, aren’t they?
Someone taps Mayuzumi on the shoulder, bringing him back to the present, where Akashi is standing next to him with only one serving of violently pink strawberry kakigori in hand.
“You’re not getting any?”
“You shouldn’t eat so many sweets.”
Mayuzumi inhales, unable to keep the offense out of his voice. “Are you my mo—“
Akashi, ever the risk-taker, shoves a spoonful of shaved ice into his mouth. Mayuzumi almost chokes, the sudden chill on his tongue not so much offensive as surprising. It’s quite enough to take his mind off the fantasy he’s constructed or the pain in his neck. He does not have much time to savor it, though, as Akashi leans in, and oh—
“You could’ve,” Mayuzumi says, breathless as they break apart, the taste of salt from Akashi’s lips still lingering and enhancing the sweetness inside his mouth, “You—could’ve just gotten two.”
Something swells inside him as he notes the pink on Akashi’s cheeks, whether it’s from the sun or the kiss notwithstanding. “Eat up, Chihiro.”
Mayuzumi reaches for the spoon, a wry smile playing on his own lips. Akashi may like to take things from others, this included, but it doesn’t mean two can’t play the game. “You’re not the only one who’s thirsty.”