Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya, Hanamiya&Kirisaki Daiichi Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Word Count: 411
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“I’m not in love,” Hanamiya says, practically spitting the words.
He hates Imayoshi’s guts; as trite as it is to say that means deep down they love each other it’s not fucking true. So they fool around sometimes, so Imayoshi’s fun to mess with (except when he thinks he can get away with messing with Hanamiya). That’s got nothing to do with love and romance; even if it did if it was them it would be a mockery.
This feeling is like having his throat cut, blood spilling over and choking, the ay Imayoshi looks at him, a nasty smell like his guts being pulled out of him with Imayoshi’s bare hands wrapped in his intestines. There are no roses and chocolates and tender things, spoken lovingly or even sarcastically.
“Of course you’re not,” says Hara. “You just talk about your boyfriend, Imayoshi, all the damn time—”
“Not my boyfriend.”
“And how much you hate him, how he makes you feel things that aren’t the urge to elbow someone in the head,” says Seto. “It’s cute, Makoto; you’re growing up.”
“Shut the hell up. Who says I don’t want to elbow you in the head?”
“Not as much as you want to kiss Imayoshi,” says Hara, and then he starts to make kissy noises.
Why does Hanamiya let these people hang out with him? Basketball, maybe, but even outside of that. His cheeks are getting hotter, but it’s only because he’s angry with Hara for acting like a small child, ten at best. This is not love; this is just amusement and loathing, mixed together all funny, quickly tipping over the way it feels in a flash. Like, again, his throat being slit, the life going out of him (except, maybe, the opposite effect).
“I’m not in love!”
“If you weren’t you wouldn’t talk about it so much,” says Yamazaki.
Furuhashi’s somehow got a hold of Hanamiya’s phone; Hanamiya lunges for it but Furuhashi ducks. “He’s sending you hearts and you haven’t deleted them or given a concussion.”
“Why the fuck do you have my phone?”
“Thought it was mine.”
“You’re reading my text messages!”
“I was going to text myself to find my phone.”
“You have a different brand!”
“That’s off-topic,” says Hara. “Just admit it Hanamiya, you love your boyfriend so much; you want to hug him and kiss him and marry him and make love—”
Hanamiya pushes him off the bleachers; Hara smirks all the way down.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 411
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“I’m not in love,” Hanamiya says, practically spitting the words.
He hates Imayoshi’s guts; as trite as it is to say that means deep down they love each other it’s not fucking true. So they fool around sometimes, so Imayoshi’s fun to mess with (except when he thinks he can get away with messing with Hanamiya). That’s got nothing to do with love and romance; even if it did if it was them it would be a mockery.
This feeling is like having his throat cut, blood spilling over and choking, the ay Imayoshi looks at him, a nasty smell like his guts being pulled out of him with Imayoshi’s bare hands wrapped in his intestines. There are no roses and chocolates and tender things, spoken lovingly or even sarcastically.
“Of course you’re not,” says Hara. “You just talk about your boyfriend, Imayoshi, all the damn time—”
“Not my boyfriend.”
“And how much you hate him, how he makes you feel things that aren’t the urge to elbow someone in the head,” says Seto. “It’s cute, Makoto; you’re growing up.”
“Shut the hell up. Who says I don’t want to elbow you in the head?”
“Not as much as you want to kiss Imayoshi,” says Hara, and then he starts to make kissy noises.
Why does Hanamiya let these people hang out with him? Basketball, maybe, but even outside of that. His cheeks are getting hotter, but it’s only because he’s angry with Hara for acting like a small child, ten at best. This is not love; this is just amusement and loathing, mixed together all funny, quickly tipping over the way it feels in a flash. Like, again, his throat being slit, the life going out of him (except, maybe, the opposite effect).
“I’m not in love!”
“If you weren’t you wouldn’t talk about it so much,” says Yamazaki.
Furuhashi’s somehow got a hold of Hanamiya’s phone; Hanamiya lunges for it but Furuhashi ducks. “He’s sending you hearts and you haven’t deleted them or given a concussion.”
“Why the fuck do you have my phone?”
“Thought it was mine.”
“You’re reading my text messages!”
“I was going to text myself to find my phone.”
“You have a different brand!”
“That’s off-topic,” says Hara. “Just admit it Hanamiya, you love your boyfriend so much; you want to hug him and kiss him and marry him and make love—”
Hanamiya pushes him off the bleachers; Hara smirks all the way down.