Ship: Mayuzumi Chihiro/Akashi Seijuurou Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: none Other Tags: none Word Count: 714
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Mayuzumi swipes his card and steps out into the station, listening to the sounds of the neighborhood—slow, a rustle of leaves here and there, then nothing.
He’s not been to as many places as he’s expected to since he moved to Tokyo three years ago. It’s not so much the hectic city lifestyle—he only takes on the minimum of classes needed—but the fact that the rest of his money and time is spent on other pursuits, on his novels, on writing.
Sometimes it’s easier doing that when he’s away from what’s familiar.
This is a touristy area from what he’s read, not even that far from where his university is. Mayuzumi doesn’t come to places like this often—there’s no shortage of crowds in Akihabara or Ikebukuro or any of the other otaku havens dotted around town, but at least those are places where he’s apt to find things he wants. Not some old-timey tourist street.
At least there don’t seem to be many people around on the weekdays. He walks towards the signs, feeling his phone buzz as he looks up at the map.
“Yeah?”
“Chihiro.”
He stops tracing a finger over the imaginary roads. Akashi should be in class right now, but the bustle of traffic from the other side of the line tells Mayuzumi either the world has come crashing down or Akashi Seijuurou is actually, deliberately playing truant. “Where are you?”
“Class is canceled today,” Akashi tells him, as if there is nothing wrong with this conversation whatsoever. “I’m at Nezu Shrine. I…want to talk. Will you meet me there?”
Asking instead of commanding, that’s a first, Mayuzumi thinks. He sighs, glancing at the streets and symbols; it’s not so far that he can’t walk there. And he’s long given up on trying to ask Akashi how he can tell where Mayuzumi is at any time. “Alright.”
Two weeks had passed by in silence and increasing discomfort since their argument, which now that Mayuzumi looks back had started from something so insignificant he’s nearly forgotten what it had been. A misplaced shoe, books left on the kitchen table, spending too much time in the restroom—all of that and more, maybe. It had been easy not going home entirely for sleeping in the library, or being home and avoiding any contact more than necessary with Akashi. There are two bedrooms in the apartment after all, something Mayuzumi will begrudgingly call a product of Akashi’s foresight.
He stops by one of the many small, family-owned stores lining the short stretch of Yanaka Ginza to dawdle and procrastinate the meeting. Akashi may have called him first, but it doesn’t mean Mayuzumi will give in that easily.
(Still, along with his own purchases, there is a pack of handmade silken tofu in his shopping bag as he exits.)
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The shrine reminds him of Kyoto—quiet, surrounded by forests, opulently built and somehow having survived the Kanto Earthquake and the fire raids, but most of from all the red torii he finds Akashi under, gazing at the koi pond below. It’s a scene he remembers well from the dozens of trips the team had taken to Fushimi Inari, playing hide-and-seek like elementary students between the columns, the fiery red of the maple leaves complimenting the scene.
He’d kissed Akashi under one of them, on their last trip there before he’d gone off to college.
“Hey,” Mayuzumi says, not hoping for a reprise but something close to it. Akashi looks up at him, smiles, then goes back to watching the fish.
Okay, Mayuzumi thinks. There had been no real malice in that smile, or hint that he’s three seconds away from pushing Mayuzumi over the ledge. Just acknowledgement that Mayuzumi’s here, and well—
“Doesn’t this remind you of high school?”
“How utterly unromantic,” Mayuzumi replies, though he’s thinking of exactly the same thing. Akashi looks down at the bag he’s carrying with a much more familiar, knowing, asshole smile. “Why do I even bother with you.”
Akashi touches his hand, a wordless sort of apology that Mayuzumi has come to accept as the norm. It doesn’t mean things will go back to what they were right away, but as he leans over to give Akashi a quick kiss—it’s enough to sate him for now.
FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, G
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 714
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***
Mayuzumi swipes his card and steps out into the station, listening to the sounds of the neighborhood—slow, a rustle of leaves here and there, then nothing.
He’s not been to as many places as he’s expected to since he moved to Tokyo three years ago. It’s not so much the hectic city lifestyle—he only takes on the minimum of classes needed—but the fact that the rest of his money and time is spent on other pursuits, on his novels, on writing.
Sometimes it’s easier doing that when he’s away from what’s familiar.
This is a touristy area from what he’s read, not even that far from where his university is. Mayuzumi doesn’t come to places like this often—there’s no shortage of crowds in Akihabara or Ikebukuro or any of the other otaku havens dotted around town, but at least those are places where he’s apt to find things he wants. Not some old-timey tourist street.
At least there don’t seem to be many people around on the weekdays. He walks towards the signs, feeling his phone buzz as he looks up at the map.
“Yeah?”
“Chihiro.”
He stops tracing a finger over the imaginary roads. Akashi should be in class right now, but the bustle of traffic from the other side of the line tells Mayuzumi either the world has come crashing down or Akashi Seijuurou is actually, deliberately playing truant. “Where are you?”
“Class is canceled today,” Akashi tells him, as if there is nothing wrong with this conversation whatsoever. “I’m at Nezu Shrine. I…want to talk. Will you meet me there?”
Asking instead of commanding, that’s a first, Mayuzumi thinks. He sighs, glancing at the streets and symbols; it’s not so far that he can’t walk there. And he’s long given up on trying to ask Akashi how he can tell where Mayuzumi is at any time. “Alright.”
Two weeks had passed by in silence and increasing discomfort since their argument, which now that Mayuzumi looks back had started from something so insignificant he’s nearly forgotten what it had been. A misplaced shoe, books left on the kitchen table, spending too much time in the restroom—all of that and more, maybe. It had been easy not going home entirely for sleeping in the library, or being home and avoiding any contact more than necessary with Akashi. There are two bedrooms in the apartment after all, something Mayuzumi will begrudgingly call a product of Akashi’s foresight.
He stops by one of the many small, family-owned stores lining the short stretch of Yanaka Ginza to dawdle and procrastinate the meeting. Akashi may have called him first, but it doesn’t mean Mayuzumi will give in that easily.
(Still, along with his own purchases, there is a pack of handmade silken tofu in his shopping bag as he exits.)
-
The shrine reminds him of Kyoto—quiet, surrounded by forests, opulently built and somehow having survived the Kanto Earthquake and the fire raids, but most of from all the red torii he finds Akashi under, gazing at the koi pond below. It’s a scene he remembers well from the dozens of trips the team had taken to Fushimi Inari, playing hide-and-seek like elementary students between the columns, the fiery red of the maple leaves complimenting the scene.
He’d kissed Akashi under one of them, on their last trip there before he’d gone off to college.
“Hey,” Mayuzumi says, not hoping for a reprise but something close to it. Akashi looks up at him, smiles, then goes back to watching the fish.
Okay, Mayuzumi thinks. There had been no real malice in that smile, or hint that he’s three seconds away from pushing Mayuzumi over the ledge. Just acknowledgement that Mayuzumi’s here, and well—
“Doesn’t this remind you of high school?”
“How utterly unromantic,” Mayuzumi replies, though he’s thinking of exactly the same thing. Akashi looks down at the bag he’s carrying with a much more familiar, knowing, asshole smile. “Why do I even bother with you.”
Akashi touches his hand, a wordless sort of apology that Mayuzumi has come to accept as the norm. It doesn’t mean things will go back to what they were right away, but as he leans over to give Akashi a quick kiss—it’s enough to sate him for now.