Ship: Akashi/Furihata Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Word Count: 418
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It had been pure stubbornness, when Furihata had put his foot down and returned the ticket for the bullet train that Akashi had bought him. It wasn’t his birthday; it wasn’t any occasion for a gift; just because Akashi can afford it doesn’t mean it doesn’t make Furihata uncomfortable. And it had been a little bit shortsighted, to give up some precious in-person time when it had been quite literally gifted to him, but the message had gotten through. Akashi had backed off a little, and Furihata had kept saving.
Maybe it’ll be okay in the future for Akashi to buy him this; it’s not like he doesn’t buy his won tickets to Tokyo (but when he visits Furihata he’s also visiting his hometown, his friends, his father; the situations aren’t totally analogous). And they can’t ignore the difference in their monetary situations, but it’s not like Furihata’s poor. It’s not like it had taken him that long to save for a ticket, even with street ball entry fees and the regular amount of his part-time paycheck he ends up spending. But right now, this first time, he’d wanted it to be him. It’s hard for Furihata to express his feelings, to come out and say or do the things that Akashi does; he doesn’t just want to do the same things right back because that’s not enough. It’s not that Akashi’s too much; it’s not that Furihata even thinks that Akashi likes him more than he likes Akashi. It’s just hard to describe, hard to gauge these things from such a distance.
Just because it’s easier for Akashi to meet Furihata in the middle doesn’t mean he’s not going to drag himself all the way over every once in a while. And sure it’s a relationship; it’s the two of them, but everything comes from one side or the other or both. There’s no need, no request for Furihata to prove himself, but still, this is the way he knows how to say it; I like you and I want to spend time with you and I’m going to devote a good chunk of my resources toward that. It’s a plain statement, maybe, no grand romantic gesture, but neither of them needs or even wants that. Just an affirmation, a reaffirmation, even, that despite the distance, the jagged chunks of text communication, the train tickets few and far between, the landscape blurred out of Furihata’s window, they both want this. They both want each other.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
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Word Count: 418
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It had been pure stubbornness, when Furihata had put his foot down and returned the ticket for the bullet train that Akashi had bought him. It wasn’t his birthday; it wasn’t any occasion for a gift; just because Akashi can afford it doesn’t mean it doesn’t make Furihata uncomfortable. And it had been a little bit shortsighted, to give up some precious in-person time when it had been quite literally gifted to him, but the message had gotten through. Akashi had backed off a little, and Furihata had kept saving.
Maybe it’ll be okay in the future for Akashi to buy him this; it’s not like he doesn’t buy his won tickets to Tokyo (but when he visits Furihata he’s also visiting his hometown, his friends, his father; the situations aren’t totally analogous). And they can’t ignore the difference in their monetary situations, but it’s not like Furihata’s poor. It’s not like it had taken him that long to save for a ticket, even with street ball entry fees and the regular amount of his part-time paycheck he ends up spending. But right now, this first time, he’d wanted it to be him. It’s hard for Furihata to express his feelings, to come out and say or do the things that Akashi does; he doesn’t just want to do the same things right back because that’s not enough. It’s not that Akashi’s too much; it’s not that Furihata even thinks that Akashi likes him more than he likes Akashi. It’s just hard to describe, hard to gauge these things from such a distance.
Just because it’s easier for Akashi to meet Furihata in the middle doesn’t mean he’s not going to drag himself all the way over every once in a while. And sure it’s a relationship; it’s the two of them, but everything comes from one side or the other or both. There’s no need, no request for Furihata to prove himself, but still, this is the way he knows how to say it; I like you and I want to spend time with you and I’m going to devote a good chunk of my resources toward that. It’s a plain statement, maybe, no grand romantic gesture, but neither of them needs or even wants that. Just an affirmation, a reaffirmation, even, that despite the distance, the jagged chunks of text communication, the train tickets few and far between, the landscape blurred out of Furihata’s window, they both want this. They both want each other.