Ship: Midorima Shintarou & Takao Kazunari + Miyaji Kiyoshi Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: Violence mention because Miyaji is Done Other Tags: Misunderstandings, crack, half-dressed boys Word Count: 543
It's only when I finished writing the drabble I realized it's not shippy,,
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To be quite honest, Miyaji always threatens to throw pineapples at anyone who annoys him, but nobody thinks he’d ever do it. What they don’t know is that he keeps a nice pineapple in his locker, under his folded clothes, ready to tear to shreds whoever stupid enough to cross the line of stupidity.
Right now, he thinks he’s going to use for the first his secret weapon.
He was waiting for Yuuya to come out after his talk with Ootsubo—some captain talk for next year. With nothing to do, he sat on a bench in the club-room, thinking everyone else went home, and that’s when he hears it.
“Come on Shin-chan, nobody is looking!”
You see, when people are alone in a club-room and that the only other available room is the showers, they’re bound to imagine the worst, and in this particular case Miyaji just knows he’s going to kill someone. With the pineapple. How does mashed first years with a pineapple dressing sound?
“How many times do I have to say no?”
“You’re no fun, live a little! It’s just me!”
“This is inappropriate.”
I’ll show you what’s inappropriate, Miyaji thinks, his fingers twitching and thirsting for some blood. Did these guys even consider the consequences of what they're doing? What if someone else stepped into the room and heard their ridiculous banter? A third year who would laugh at them for the rest of the year? Another stupid first year who would blackmail them?
At least Miyaji is just going to beat them up to shake a bit what is supposed to be their brain.
Midorima should be smarter than that. Miyaji is unfazed by Takao’s behavior because that brat is, well, a brat, and he doesn’t listen to anyone. It’s astonishing they’re always attached at the hip—should he wonder how Midorima can stand Takao, or the other way around?
“I promise I won’t laugh.”
“You’re going to laugh, don’t lie.”
“Shin-chaaan.”
Miyaji hears a loud and exasperated sigh, and he knows that Midorima lost. Midorima is always losing.
For a few seconds there is no sound. Then Midorima’s deep voice rise, angrier than he’s ever heard.
“’Useless first years, who do you think you are? Are you calling this a screen? Two laps, now! Don’t argue! Midorima, don’t leave your shitty toys around, I’m going to smash them! Takao stop laughing like an idiot and go run like the others, you’re a first year too!’”
This is beyond what Miyaji thought it was.
This is a declaration of war.
Takao doesn’t even have the time to open his big mouth and chortle that Miyaji barges into the showers, and throws the pineapple at random. He hears a yell and may have hit Takao in the shoulder, but truthfully he doesn’t care.
“I'm going to skin you alive, you punks!”
Then he registers the fact these idiots are only wearing a towel around theirs waists, and that's the last straw.
“Get dressed and go the fuck home! Do I have to hold your hand for that, too?!”
Midorima and Takao duck their heads, and do as they're told, though Miyaji catches a snigger or two.
FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, G
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Violence mention because Miyaji is Done
Other Tags: Misunderstandings, crack, half-dressed boys
Word Count: 543
It's only when I finished writing the drabble I realized it's not shippy,,
***
To be quite honest, Miyaji always threatens to throw pineapples at anyone who annoys him, but nobody thinks he’d ever do it. What they don’t know is that he keeps a nice pineapple in his locker, under his folded clothes, ready to tear to shreds whoever stupid enough to cross the line of stupidity.
Right now, he thinks he’s going to use for the first his secret weapon.
He was waiting for Yuuya to come out after his talk with Ootsubo—some captain talk for next year. With nothing to do, he sat on a bench in the club-room, thinking everyone else went home, and that’s when he hears it.
“Come on Shin-chan, nobody is looking!”
You see, when people are alone in a club-room and that the only other available room is the showers, they’re bound to imagine the worst, and in this particular case Miyaji just knows he’s going to kill someone. With the pineapple. How does mashed first years with a pineapple dressing sound?
“How many times do I have to say no?”
“You’re no fun, live a little! It’s just me!”
“This is inappropriate.”
I’ll show you what’s inappropriate, Miyaji thinks, his fingers twitching and thirsting for some blood. Did these guys even consider the consequences of what they're doing? What if someone else stepped into the room and heard their ridiculous banter? A third year who would laugh at them for the rest of the year? Another stupid first year who would blackmail them?
At least Miyaji is just going to beat them up to shake a bit what is supposed to be their brain.
Midorima should be smarter than that. Miyaji is unfazed by Takao’s behavior because that brat is, well, a brat, and he doesn’t listen to anyone. It’s astonishing they’re always attached at the hip—should he wonder how Midorima can stand Takao, or the other way around?
“I promise I won’t laugh.”
“You’re going to laugh, don’t lie.”
“Shin-chaaan.”
Miyaji hears a loud and exasperated sigh, and he knows that Midorima lost. Midorima is always losing.
For a few seconds there is no sound. Then Midorima’s deep voice rise, angrier than he’s ever heard.
“’Useless first years, who do you think you are? Are you calling this a screen? Two laps, now! Don’t argue! Midorima, don’t leave your shitty toys around, I’m going to smash them! Takao stop laughing like an idiot and go run like the others, you’re a first year too!’”
This is beyond what Miyaji thought it was.
This is a declaration of war.
Takao doesn’t even have the time to open his big mouth and chortle that Miyaji barges into the showers, and throws the pineapple at random. He hears a yell and may have hit Takao in the shoulder, but truthfully he doesn’t care.
“I'm going to skin you alive, you punks!”
Then he registers the fact these idiots are only wearing a towel around theirs waists, and that's the last straw.
“Get dressed and go the fuck home! Do I have to hold your hand for that, too?!”
Midorima and Takao duck their heads, and do as they're told, though Miyaji catches a snigger or two.
They're so dead tomorrow.