Ship: Nijimura/Haizaki Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Word Count: 471
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Shougo still can't fucking believe it. He looks down at the papers in his hand, all signed, thinks back at how they’d walked into the courtroom, taken a picture with the judge, all three of them. It’s official now even though they’ve been family for a long time, family with the caveat that the foster system could rear one of its uglier heads and move Heaven to some other house, the care of her birth father’s family even though they want nothing to do with her.
Heaven’s always been ambivalent about her name, and so she can be a grouchy kid a lot of the time—but Shougo’s going to be as sappy as he damn well pleases today, because she’s brought a hell of a lot into his and Shuuzou’s lives since they’d decided they were going to try another foster kid, hope that everything turned out okay, and this is more than okay. They’d ended up with a great kid, a great kid who’s theirs officially and forever. Shougo had tried not to break down in the courtroom or the car and mostly succeeded, turned around to ruffle Heaven’s hair in the backseat and tell her how proud he is and see her halfway roll her eyes. But now, shit; he doesn’t have to keep it together in front of his kid or his partner; he’s just. God. So fucking overwhelmed—more than draft day, more than any stupid basketball thing, more than anything with Shuuzou even.
“Hey, there’s more cake,” Shuuzou says, pulling Shougo in for a hug and smacking his cheek. “You okay?”
This is so embarrassing, but Shougo doesn’t even care; he buries his face in Shuuzou’s shoulder and squeezes his eyes shut.
“I know,” says Shuuzou, his voice a little hoarse. “I know. But hey, they’re legit. You’ve been looking at those papers long enough, and your daughter’s kind of on a sugar high.”
“Whose fault is that?” says Shougo, blinking the tears back.
“Well, I’m not the one who ordered it with double buttercream icing, just saying,” says Shuuzou, lightly bumping Shougo’s hip.
The TV’s on in the den, baseball again, Jays-Braves; Shougo sits down on the couch and scoops Heaven into his lap.
“Hey,” she says. “I can’t reach my cake.”
“Guess I’ll have to eat it then.”
“Dad,” she whines, but he picks up the plate and hands it back to her.
The sound of Shuuzou’s camera shutter goes off; they both make faces at it—Shuuzou loves taking pictures, and neither Shougo nor Heaven has the patience for too many of them. But Shuuzou smiles at both of them anyway, and Shougo smiles back; he can’t see Heaven’s face from this angle but she’s probably smiling, too, and they might as well let Shuuzou get away with taking another one.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 471
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Shougo still can't fucking believe it. He looks down at the papers in his hand, all signed, thinks back at how they’d walked into the courtroom, taken a picture with the judge, all three of them. It’s official now even though they’ve been family for a long time, family with the caveat that the foster system could rear one of its uglier heads and move Heaven to some other house, the care of her birth father’s family even though they want nothing to do with her.
Heaven’s always been ambivalent about her name, and so she can be a grouchy kid a lot of the time—but Shougo’s going to be as sappy as he damn well pleases today, because she’s brought a hell of a lot into his and Shuuzou’s lives since they’d decided they were going to try another foster kid, hope that everything turned out okay, and this is more than okay. They’d ended up with a great kid, a great kid who’s theirs officially and forever. Shougo had tried not to break down in the courtroom or the car and mostly succeeded, turned around to ruffle Heaven’s hair in the backseat and tell her how proud he is and see her halfway roll her eyes. But now, shit; he doesn’t have to keep it together in front of his kid or his partner; he’s just. God. So fucking overwhelmed—more than draft day, more than any stupid basketball thing, more than anything with Shuuzou even.
“Hey, there’s more cake,” Shuuzou says, pulling Shougo in for a hug and smacking his cheek. “You okay?”
This is so embarrassing, but Shougo doesn’t even care; he buries his face in Shuuzou’s shoulder and squeezes his eyes shut.
“I know,” says Shuuzou, his voice a little hoarse. “I know. But hey, they’re legit. You’ve been looking at those papers long enough, and your daughter’s kind of on a sugar high.”
“Whose fault is that?” says Shougo, blinking the tears back.
“Well, I’m not the one who ordered it with double buttercream icing, just saying,” says Shuuzou, lightly bumping Shougo’s hip.
The TV’s on in the den, baseball again, Jays-Braves; Shougo sits down on the couch and scoops Heaven into his lap.
“Hey,” she says. “I can’t reach my cake.”
“Guess I’ll have to eat it then.”
“Dad,” she whines, but he picks up the plate and hands it back to her.
The sound of Shuuzou’s camera shutter goes off; they both make faces at it—Shuuzou loves taking pictures, and neither Shougo nor Heaven has the patience for too many of them. But Shuuzou smiles at both of them anyway, and Shougo smiles back; he can’t see Heaven’s face from this angle but she’s probably smiling, too, and they might as well let Shuuzou get away with taking another one.