Ship: Murasakibara & Midorima Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Word Count: 401
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Bad things are unavoidable, even when you follow Oha-Asa completely. You can do everything humanly possible and still come out on the bottom; even the luckiest and the strongest people get sick, lose loved ones, die someday. They are all dragged toward the center of the drain like roaches caught in a bathtub, and they’ll all get whipped around and hit by the water. At least Midorima’s got a usual companion in his suffering, although he’d prefer, especially when bad things happen to him, that they don’t happen to Murasakibara.
It had been like that in middle school, the whole team, the two of them and Akashi and Aomine and Kise and Momoi and Kuroko and Coach Shirogane, even Haizaki to an extent. Yes, much of this had been their own making, pushing and pulling from one or two in the wrong direction or too carelessly. It had been unavoidable, all of them breaking through, but they had. They had suffered, though it all gets laughed off by people outside the situation (oh, yes, they say, unbearable talent, what a trial to have undergone). Of course it could have been worse, but that doesn’t mean it hadn’t been bad, that it hadn’t felt like a wrenching from deep inside Midorima, taking out all the things he had so carefully gathered in his arms.
There had been less major things to suffer through, moving to a new country, several time zones away from each other but talking on the phone, meeting up when they’d been in the same city, both of them looking for a bit of home in each other, the years they’d spent in some form of shared experience, the same language, the same knowledge of each other. There had been the playoff losses, tough to swallow, tougher to stomach, like giant pills of poison they could not rid themselves of.
And there is this, this mutual injury, Murasakibara’s shoulder and Midorima’s torn ACL, the surgery they’ll both have tomorrow, the team trainer who’s getting them both home, back to their shared apartment where they’ll argue over the television because they can’t work out, where they’ll sulk because they can’t play, where the end of next October feels like a lifetime away, the start of a new season, new pins and stitches holding their bodies together. But as long as it’s the two of them, they can handle it.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 401
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Bad things are unavoidable, even when you follow Oha-Asa completely. You can do everything humanly possible and still come out on the bottom; even the luckiest and the strongest people get sick, lose loved ones, die someday. They are all dragged toward the center of the drain like roaches caught in a bathtub, and they’ll all get whipped around and hit by the water. At least Midorima’s got a usual companion in his suffering, although he’d prefer, especially when bad things happen to him, that they don’t happen to Murasakibara.
It had been like that in middle school, the whole team, the two of them and Akashi and Aomine and Kise and Momoi and Kuroko and Coach Shirogane, even Haizaki to an extent. Yes, much of this had been their own making, pushing and pulling from one or two in the wrong direction or too carelessly. It had been unavoidable, all of them breaking through, but they had. They had suffered, though it all gets laughed off by people outside the situation (oh, yes, they say, unbearable talent, what a trial to have undergone). Of course it could have been worse, but that doesn’t mean it hadn’t been bad, that it hadn’t felt like a wrenching from deep inside Midorima, taking out all the things he had so carefully gathered in his arms.
There had been less major things to suffer through, moving to a new country, several time zones away from each other but talking on the phone, meeting up when they’d been in the same city, both of them looking for a bit of home in each other, the years they’d spent in some form of shared experience, the same language, the same knowledge of each other. There had been the playoff losses, tough to swallow, tougher to stomach, like giant pills of poison they could not rid themselves of.
And there is this, this mutual injury, Murasakibara’s shoulder and Midorima’s torn ACL, the surgery they’ll both have tomorrow, the team trainer who’s getting them both home, back to their shared apartment where they’ll argue over the television because they can’t work out, where they’ll sulk because they can’t play, where the end of next October feels like a lifetime away, the start of a new season, new pins and stitches holding their bodies together. But as long as it’s the two of them, they can handle it.