Ship: Nijimura/Kagami/Himuro Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Word Count: 413
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This shouldn’t be as good as it is, but Taiga’s not going to dissect it too closely. Just because all the factors don’t add up doesn’t mean they don’t deserve it, doesn’t mean they won’t work out in the long term. Just because they went from a drunk summer three-way to casual regular sex to something while they were scattered across the country to the something else they’ve been ever since the summer after doesn’t mean they’ll dissipate the same way they came together. They don’t need to be together all the time, although Taiga wouldn’t mind it if they were.
He doesn’t mind the long weekends in the summer, the saved-up off time Shuu takes from his job, the streetball tournaments he enters late at night that Taiga and Tatsuya watch from the bleachers, Taiga’s arm around Tatsuya’s waist under his hoodie, warm skin and real smile. He doesn’t mind the lazy mornings when none of them have anywhere to be, when training regimens are looser and they can make pancakes and eggs and bacon, put extra cream in their coffee, slide into day-drinking and sitting on the back porch, slapping mosquitoes from each other’s arms, Tatsuya falling asleep on top of Shuu and Shuu’s hand finding Taiga’s, locking their fingers together as Shuu kisses a shape on Taiga’s bare shoulder.
They all play on the street court, swapping teams, usually Shuu and Tatsuya playing to Tatsuya’s passing strengths, all three of them stuck under the hoop and Taiga out-rebounding the both of them because he’s got the wingspan to do it. He always buys them all ice cream afterwards; Shuu leans over to lick Taiga’s no matter what flavor he gets and Taiga always watches the pale pastel slick of ice cream on his tongue; he knows Tatsuya’s face is curling into a wicked grin next to him (and Tatsuya sometimes takes a lick, too, to outdo him, or offers Taiga his own ice cream, scolding Shuu for being greedy and then Shuu reaches over and pinches him and someone almost gets ice cream in their face).
This should be as good as it is; this is as good as it is because of the three of them, the work they put in, the warmth they pass like a basketball between them, well-practiced, soft hands. This is everything it should be and more; it is everything it is, in totality, and Taiga’s never been so glad.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 413
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This shouldn’t be as good as it is, but Taiga’s not going to dissect it too closely. Just because all the factors don’t add up doesn’t mean they don’t deserve it, doesn’t mean they won’t work out in the long term. Just because they went from a drunk summer three-way to casual regular sex to something while they were scattered across the country to the something else they’ve been ever since the summer after doesn’t mean they’ll dissipate the same way they came together. They don’t need to be together all the time, although Taiga wouldn’t mind it if they were.
He doesn’t mind the long weekends in the summer, the saved-up off time Shuu takes from his job, the streetball tournaments he enters late at night that Taiga and Tatsuya watch from the bleachers, Taiga’s arm around Tatsuya’s waist under his hoodie, warm skin and real smile. He doesn’t mind the lazy mornings when none of them have anywhere to be, when training regimens are looser and they can make pancakes and eggs and bacon, put extra cream in their coffee, slide into day-drinking and sitting on the back porch, slapping mosquitoes from each other’s arms, Tatsuya falling asleep on top of Shuu and Shuu’s hand finding Taiga’s, locking their fingers together as Shuu kisses a shape on Taiga’s bare shoulder.
They all play on the street court, swapping teams, usually Shuu and Tatsuya playing to Tatsuya’s passing strengths, all three of them stuck under the hoop and Taiga out-rebounding the both of them because he’s got the wingspan to do it. He always buys them all ice cream afterwards; Shuu leans over to lick Taiga’s no matter what flavor he gets and Taiga always watches the pale pastel slick of ice cream on his tongue; he knows Tatsuya’s face is curling into a wicked grin next to him (and Tatsuya sometimes takes a lick, too, to outdo him, or offers Taiga his own ice cream, scolding Shuu for being greedy and then Shuu reaches over and pinches him and someone almost gets ice cream in their face).
This should be as good as it is; this is as good as it is because of the three of them, the work they put in, the warmth they pass like a basketball between them, well-practiced, soft hands. This is everything it should be and more; it is everything it is, in totality, and Taiga’s never been so glad.