Ship: Kasamatsu/Kise Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Word Count: 419
the canon div au i waited all thru the teikou arc to see and was summarily disappointed
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“You’re not playing,” says Kasamatsu. “Look at your ankle.”
Kise’s looking; he’s had a boot and then an ice pack on all morning and it’s just reduced in size enough for him to pull on his sneaker. He’s not letting this opportunity pass him by.
“My ankle’s smaller. I can take them, Kasamatsu-san.”
“Maybe you think you can, but you might screw it up; you might need surgery or something major. Third place isn’t worth it.”
“What if we’d won?”
“Then we’d play Rakuzan without you.”
Kise glares; as if. Coach Takeuchi has a mile-wide inferiority complex when it comes to his old teammates, specifically Harasawa, Araki, and Shirogane. Nakatani doesn’t bother him as much, so he’ll tell Kise to rest now, but fuck that. They can beat Shutoku. Midorima’s been waiting; he deserves better than Kaijou without their ace.
“Nakamura—”
“Can’t do what I do. I’m not saying all four quarters; I’m saying I want to go out there. I have something to give; that’s my burden as the ace, isn’t it? If you’re the captain, then you should want me out there.”
“I want what’s best for the team, what’s best for the players.”
“Isn’t a win what’s best? It’s your last game.”
“Kise,” says Kasamatsu, running a hand through his hair. “I appreciate the thought.”
“You want to beat Shutoku? You want to fight? You don’t have to start me. Just put me in when you need me; let me go a little bit. Let me try and hold them back. Please, Kasamatsu-san. I want this.”
“I know you do. I know you want that last game back.”
And it hurts, all over again, that game that they should have won, that Kise should have pushed himself just a little harder, just a few more points, a little more—they’d be in the final, down him at full power, against Rakuzan. Still a better outcome.
“Hey,” says Kasamatsu, and Kise realizes he’s tearing up again.
Kasamatsu looks at Kise, as a boyfriend and not as a captain, his gaze softer. Kise sniffs, and Kasamatsu kisses the tip of his nose, ruffles his hair, and then hugs him. He’s smaller than Kise, very noticeably so, but his arms feel strong and secure, and for a moment Kise believes they’ll pull it off without him.
“Not without me,” says Kise. “Please.”
“Never thought I’d hear you beg for this,” says Kasamatsu, voice a little hoarse. “Don’t push it, but I’ll see what I can do.”
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 419
the canon div au i waited all thru the teikou arc to see and was summarily disappointed
***
“You’re not playing,” says Kasamatsu. “Look at your ankle.”
Kise’s looking; he’s had a boot and then an ice pack on all morning and it’s just reduced in size enough for him to pull on his sneaker. He’s not letting this opportunity pass him by.
“My ankle’s smaller. I can take them, Kasamatsu-san.”
“Maybe you think you can, but you might screw it up; you might need surgery or something major. Third place isn’t worth it.”
“What if we’d won?”
“Then we’d play Rakuzan without you.”
Kise glares; as if. Coach Takeuchi has a mile-wide inferiority complex when it comes to his old teammates, specifically Harasawa, Araki, and Shirogane. Nakatani doesn’t bother him as much, so he’ll tell Kise to rest now, but fuck that. They can beat Shutoku. Midorima’s been waiting; he deserves better than Kaijou without their ace.
“Nakamura—”
“Can’t do what I do. I’m not saying all four quarters; I’m saying I want to go out there. I have something to give; that’s my burden as the ace, isn’t it? If you’re the captain, then you should want me out there.”
“I want what’s best for the team, what’s best for the players.”
“Isn’t a win what’s best? It’s your last game.”
“Kise,” says Kasamatsu, running a hand through his hair. “I appreciate the thought.”
“You want to beat Shutoku? You want to fight? You don’t have to start me. Just put me in when you need me; let me go a little bit. Let me try and hold them back. Please, Kasamatsu-san. I want this.”
“I know you do. I know you want that last game back.”
And it hurts, all over again, that game that they should have won, that Kise should have pushed himself just a little harder, just a few more points, a little more—they’d be in the final, down him at full power, against Rakuzan. Still a better outcome.
“Hey,” says Kasamatsu, and Kise realizes he’s tearing up again.
Kasamatsu looks at Kise, as a boyfriend and not as a captain, his gaze softer. Kise sniffs, and Kasamatsu kisses the tip of his nose, ruffles his hair, and then hugs him. He’s smaller than Kise, very noticeably so, but his arms feel strong and secure, and for a moment Kise believes they’ll pull it off without him.
“Not without me,” says Kise. “Please.”
“Never thought I’d hear you beg for this,” says Kasamatsu, voice a little hoarse. “Don’t push it, but I’ll see what I can do.”