Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Kagami Taiga Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: None Other Tags: None Word Count: 453
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Tatsuya has taken control of the kitchen.
He's somehow managed to spread things all over the counter while also making it look incredibly ordered. There's a bunch of spices here, chopped vegetables there, perfectly cut meat sitting in a bowl and waiting to be cooked.
Taiga stands back, arms folded across his chest, and smiles. "Are you sure you don't need help there, Tatsuya?"
"I'm fine," Tatsuya replies easily. "I'm in my element, here."
"This is my apartment," Taiga points out. "You're a guest. I'm pretty sure that I should be cooking for you."
"If you really want, you can cook next time," Tatsuya replies. "You were craving curry. I'm good at making it. End of story."
"Is that all it takes to make you visit?" Taiga asks with a soft laugh. "All I have to do is text you and ask if you want to go out for curry, and you'll get so offended that you'll come right over and make some instead."
"Taiga, we're in America again," Tatsuya says, shaking his head. "We can't just go out and expect good food like we could a few years ago. Not with things like this, anyway."
"Right." Taiga smiles even wider, content to just stand there and watch.
To be fair, Tatsuya is magic in the kitchen. He's just as elegant with this as he is with everything else that he does. It's not like Tatsuya's even putting on a show, but it's satisfying to watch him in the kitchen, where every movement he makes is perfect and measured. Just like when he's on the basketball court. He might be doing something entirely different, but it's beautiful all the same.
It helps that Tatsuya's in Taiga's kitchen. It fills him with a warm feeling, to think of Tatsuya making himself at home in Taiga's kitchen, making himself at home in Taiga's home. Taiga has been contriving more and more excuses to have Tatsuya drop by recently, and he knows exactly why he's doing it. He's pretty sure that Tatsuya knows too. He'll take the fact that Tatsuya keeps on coming as a good sign.
"You don't even want me to start on the rice?" Taiga asks. "I can put it into the rice cooker. At least let me do that much."
"If you really want," Tatsuya relents, emptying the bowl of meat into the frypan to let the pieces grill before he adds them to the curry.
He reaches for Taiga as they walk past each other, arm wrapping around his waist. Taiga returns the gesture, squeezing gently.
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 453
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Tatsuya has taken control of the kitchen.
He's somehow managed to spread things all over the counter while also making it look incredibly ordered. There's a bunch of spices here, chopped vegetables there, perfectly cut meat sitting in a bowl and waiting to be cooked.
Taiga stands back, arms folded across his chest, and smiles. "Are you sure you don't need help there, Tatsuya?"
"I'm fine," Tatsuya replies easily. "I'm in my element, here."
"This is my apartment," Taiga points out. "You're a guest. I'm pretty sure that I should be cooking for you."
"If you really want, you can cook next time," Tatsuya replies. "You were craving curry. I'm good at making it. End of story."
"Is that all it takes to make you visit?" Taiga asks with a soft laugh. "All I have to do is text you and ask if you want to go out for curry, and you'll get so offended that you'll come right over and make some instead."
"Taiga, we're in America again," Tatsuya says, shaking his head. "We can't just go out and expect good food like we could a few years ago. Not with things like this, anyway."
"Right." Taiga smiles even wider, content to just stand there and watch.
To be fair, Tatsuya is magic in the kitchen. He's just as elegant with this as he is with everything else that he does. It's not like Tatsuya's even putting on a show, but it's satisfying to watch him in the kitchen, where every movement he makes is perfect and measured. Just like when he's on the basketball court. He might be doing something entirely different, but it's beautiful all the same.
It helps that Tatsuya's in Taiga's kitchen. It fills him with a warm feeling, to think of Tatsuya making himself at home in Taiga's kitchen, making himself at home in Taiga's home. Taiga has been contriving more and more excuses to have Tatsuya drop by recently, and he knows exactly why he's doing it. He's pretty sure that Tatsuya knows too. He'll take the fact that Tatsuya keeps on coming as a good sign.
"You don't even want me to start on the rice?" Taiga asks. "I can put it into the rice cooker. At least let me do that much."
"If you really want," Tatsuya relents, emptying the bowl of meat into the frypan to let the pieces grill before he adds them to the curry.
He reaches for Taiga as they walk past each other, arm wrapping around his waist. Taiga returns the gesture, squeezing gently.
"I'm glad we're here, Tatsuya," Taiga murmurs. "That we're both here. Together."
With a smile, Tatsuya places his hand on Taiga's arm. "Yeah. Me too."