Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Word Count: 428
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Shouichi fishes off the dock every day. Sometimes he catches fish, enough to eat or enough to sell; sometimes he catches none and haggles someone in the market down by annoying them until he’s got a decent price for a meal. Sometimes, he almost catches fish but the merfolk steal them, webbed hands waving out of the water after Shouichi begins to reel in, to mark their victories clearly. They’re awfully petty, and they come awfully close for those who say they don't like humans, but who is Shouichi to judge?
He catches a merman once; the weight is too heavy to be a fish and he can’t reel it in; he feels as if the line is going to snap his rod in two. The merman bobs to the surface, angry; his lip is bleeding and Shouichi’s not quite sure how stupid the merman would have to be in order to fall for something easy like this.
“You almost hooked my eye!”
“You ate my bait,” says Shouichi. “Need help getting the hook out?”
The merman spits blood at him; Shouichi ducks and beckons for him to come closer.
“You come closer.”
“And fall in?”
The merman sighs; Shouichi yanks the hook.
“That fucking hurt! What the fuck?”
“I reckon you ought to be careful around here. Some of the fishermen aren’t as nice as me.”
“Like hell you’re nice,” says the merman, and flips him the bird before departing.
At least he’d been cute, even if he’d probably scared all the fish away with his loud voice.
The merman comes back, though; Shouichi eventually finds out his name is Makoto and he’s pretty lonely, even if he doesn’t say as much. Despite Shouichi’s initial impression, he seems fairly bright; he dislikes other merfolk and calls them stupid (perhaps the reason for his loneliness, if he acted sweeter despite feeling a certain way it might work). The wound on his lip heals; there’s a small scar but it becomes almost invisible when Makoto pouts, which is often. He must have been spoiled, told he had a shiny tail or some nonsense; then again those proverbial stereotypes are often far from the truth and it doesn’t matter, really.
“Come kiss me,” Shouichi says, to see if Makoto will, to see if he’ll sit himself up on the dock.
“You want me to get splinters in my tail,” says Makoto.
“Oh, you can’t climb up?”
The goading somehow works (Makoto’s too easy sometimes, smart but surprisingly simple) and Makoto tastes of salt and fresh fish, oysters served over ice.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 428
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Shouichi fishes off the dock every day. Sometimes he catches fish, enough to eat or enough to sell; sometimes he catches none and haggles someone in the market down by annoying them until he’s got a decent price for a meal. Sometimes, he almost catches fish but the merfolk steal them, webbed hands waving out of the water after Shouichi begins to reel in, to mark their victories clearly. They’re awfully petty, and they come awfully close for those who say they don't like humans, but who is Shouichi to judge?
He catches a merman once; the weight is too heavy to be a fish and he can’t reel it in; he feels as if the line is going to snap his rod in two. The merman bobs to the surface, angry; his lip is bleeding and Shouichi’s not quite sure how stupid the merman would have to be in order to fall for something easy like this.
“You almost hooked my eye!”
“You ate my bait,” says Shouichi. “Need help getting the hook out?”
The merman spits blood at him; Shouichi ducks and beckons for him to come closer.
“You come closer.”
“And fall in?”
The merman sighs; Shouichi yanks the hook.
“That fucking hurt! What the fuck?”
“I reckon you ought to be careful around here. Some of the fishermen aren’t as nice as me.”
“Like hell you’re nice,” says the merman, and flips him the bird before departing.
At least he’d been cute, even if he’d probably scared all the fish away with his loud voice.
The merman comes back, though; Shouichi eventually finds out his name is Makoto and he’s pretty lonely, even if he doesn’t say as much. Despite Shouichi’s initial impression, he seems fairly bright; he dislikes other merfolk and calls them stupid (perhaps the reason for his loneliness, if he acted sweeter despite feeling a certain way it might work). The wound on his lip heals; there’s a small scar but it becomes almost invisible when Makoto pouts, which is often. He must have been spoiled, told he had a shiny tail or some nonsense; then again those proverbial stereotypes are often far from the truth and it doesn’t matter, really.
“Come kiss me,” Shouichi says, to see if Makoto will, to see if he’ll sit himself up on the dock.
“You want me to get splinters in my tail,” says Makoto.
“Oh, you can’t climb up?”
The goading somehow works (Makoto’s too easy sometimes, smart but surprisingly simple) and Makoto tastes of salt and fresh fish, oysters served over ice.