Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Word Count: 400 words
Underage, scheming, plotting, mentions of false accusations, stalking… it was such a cute prompt too.
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One year, in the grand scheme of things, is not that big a gap and Hanamiya does his best to convince Imayoshi of that.
Yes, Imayoshi is in high school and Hanamiya is in middle school but it’s only a one year difference! It’s not like it’s ten years, it’s not like Imayoshi is 25 and Hanamiya 14. He’s 15, Hanamiya’s 14, and if Imayoshi doesn’t stop being so stubborn about how he can’t be seen with a middle schooler then…
Then Hanamiya’s going to make sure he’s seen with one.
*
Imayoshi opens the room to his dorm room and then shuts it too quickly for anyone to see inside.
“I just remembered, I need to get a book from the library,” he lies smoothly to Wakamatsu. “I’d better fetch it now before I settle down to study.”
“Alright. Night, captain,” Wakamatsu says and ambles to his own room. Imayoshi starts walking down the hallway towards the library; when he hears Wakamatsu’s door shut, he sprints back to his own room soundlessly, lets himself in and locks the door behind him.
“What are you doing here, Makoto? How did you even get here?” He hisses the question-accusations, keeping his voice as low as possible, and then puts a finger to his mouth when he sees Hanamiya open his mouth.
“The walls are very thin,” he warns Hanamiya hurriedly. “Keep your voice down or we’ll get caught.”
“Maybe I want to get caught,” Hanamiya says, defiance bright in his eyes. He hasn’t a stitch of clothing on, utterly naked and sprawled out on Imayoshi’s bed in a pose that he thought would be inviting but is actually difficult to maintain without getting sore. “Then you can’t make dumb excuses about how people can’t see us together.”
“Put your clothes back on.” Imayoshi shoves them at Hanamiya but Hanamiya doesn’t take them. “Hanamiya. You’re going to get me arrested or at least suspended!”
“Then don’t ignore me!” Hanamiya sits up, eyes narrowed and sharp. “Don’t act like you’re so old and cool that you can’t hang out with me anymore. I took photos of myself naked on your bed with your webcam. You want to get into trouble for having kiddie porn?”
Imayoshi’ll clean his computer the moment Hanamiya’s gone, he swears to himself, and then his heart plummets through the floor as Hanamiya keeps talking.
“I’m crying in some of them. Everyone in middle school knows how close we were. They’ll agree that your interest in me was unnatural.”
“...I’m not going to let you blackmail me into a relationship,” Imayoshi says.
Hanamiya shrugs, still naked, and says, “Then I’ll find some other way. But I’m not going to give up, Shouichi.”
By hook or crook or every trick in the book, he’ll make Imayoshi see reason.
FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, M
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 400 words
Underage, scheming, plotting, mentions of false accusations, stalking… it was such a cute prompt too.
***
One year, in the grand scheme of things, is not that big a gap and Hanamiya does his best to convince Imayoshi of that.
Yes, Imayoshi is in high school and Hanamiya is in middle school but it’s only a one year difference! It’s not like it’s ten years, it’s not like Imayoshi is 25 and Hanamiya 14. He’s 15, Hanamiya’s 14, and if Imayoshi doesn’t stop being so stubborn about how he can’t be seen with a middle schooler then…
Then Hanamiya’s going to make sure he’s seen with one.
*
Imayoshi opens the room to his dorm room and then shuts it too quickly for anyone to see inside.
“I just remembered, I need to get a book from the library,” he lies smoothly to Wakamatsu. “I’d better fetch it now before I settle down to study.”
“Alright. Night, captain,” Wakamatsu says and ambles to his own room. Imayoshi starts walking down the hallway towards the library; when he hears Wakamatsu’s door shut, he sprints back to his own room soundlessly, lets himself in and locks the door behind him.
“What are you doing here, Makoto? How did you even get here?” He hisses the question-accusations, keeping his voice as low as possible, and then puts a finger to his mouth when he sees Hanamiya open his mouth.
“The walls are very thin,” he warns Hanamiya hurriedly. “Keep your voice down or we’ll get caught.”
“Maybe I want to get caught,” Hanamiya says, defiance bright in his eyes. He hasn’t a stitch of clothing on, utterly naked and sprawled out on Imayoshi’s bed in a pose that he thought would be inviting but is actually difficult to maintain without getting sore. “Then you can’t make dumb excuses about how people can’t see us together.”
“Put your clothes back on.” Imayoshi shoves them at Hanamiya but Hanamiya doesn’t take them. “Hanamiya. You’re going to get me arrested or at least suspended!”
“Then don’t ignore me!” Hanamiya sits up, eyes narrowed and sharp. “Don’t act like you’re so old and cool that you can’t hang out with me anymore. I took photos of myself naked on your bed with your webcam. You want to get into trouble for having kiddie porn?”
Imayoshi’ll clean his computer the moment Hanamiya’s gone, he swears to himself, and then his heart plummets through the floor as Hanamiya keeps talking.
“I’m crying in some of them. Everyone in middle school knows how close we were. They’ll agree that your interest in me was unnatural.”
“...I’m not going to let you blackmail me into a relationship,” Imayoshi says.
Hanamiya shrugs, still naked, and says, “Then I’ll find some other way. But I’m not going to give up, Shouichi.”
By hook or crook or every trick in the book, he’ll make Imayoshi see reason.
He’ll make Imayoshi his.