Ship: Haizaki/Kagami Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Word Count: 462
bless u for this bait ;;;
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The puck slips off the Flames’ guy’s stick and Taiga pounces, leaving his man but getting over to the puck first, before they can recover, and pushing it ahead, past the blueline and offsides. This is not how they should approach the end of the game; the Leafs’ goalie up ahead has been glancing toward the bench for the signal that it’s time to head to the bench for the extra skater; Taiga’s pretty surprised they haven’t already, and maybe it’s for the better (they’re getting pinned back at five apiece) or maybe for the worse (it would be nice to have an open net so he could fucking ice this game for sure). He’s legging it out across the neutral zone; none of his teammates are catching up but he can hear Shougo behind him, already having logged twenty-five-odd minutes but still with something left in his legs, the biggest problem in the Wild’s zone when they were back there. Taiga grits his teeth, digging into his mouth guard, pushing ahead, to the side, faking left but the goalie’s not buying.
Taiga swears, tees up short, and then Shougo slams into him from the side, shoulder-to-shoulder, pad-to-pad.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Taiga shouts; the puck slips away but Shougo’s got some opposite momentum, too; they both recover and they’re both after it again.
“You know I love it when I can make you shout that shit,” says Shougo, as both of them swipe their sticks against the boards trying to get the puck; their teammates are catching up and this is eating up time, thank fuck.
“Checking is so fucking sexy,” says Taiga. “You’re right.”
“It’s just because it’s me,” says Shougo, flashing a mouth guard-heavy smile and Taiga loses just enough concentration to cede the puck.
He lunges for it; one of his teammates makes an attempt from the other side; Shougo evades but his pass goes off the stick of its intended target and back into Wild control; they’re setting up again and Taiga races back to position. Shougo’s on him, shoving at him, doing his damn agitating job, and Taiga’s not going to lose to him again.
“Win’s a win,” says Shougo.
“Did I call you dirty?” says Taiga.
“I’m a dirty guy, what can I say,” says Shougo.
The puck comes to Taiga; he turns and shoots through the screen but the goalie gets enough of it to send it trickling wide, but then the horn sounds to signify the end of the period.
“Win’s a win,” says Taiga, before he skates off to join his teammates in their hug huddle (he and Shougo have a lot of things to talk about after the game, but they’ve got time for that).
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 462
bless u for this bait ;;;
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The puck slips off the Flames’ guy’s stick and Taiga pounces, leaving his man but getting over to the puck first, before they can recover, and pushing it ahead, past the blueline and offsides. This is not how they should approach the end of the game; the Leafs’ goalie up ahead has been glancing toward the bench for the signal that it’s time to head to the bench for the extra skater; Taiga’s pretty surprised they haven’t already, and maybe it’s for the better (they’re getting pinned back at five apiece) or maybe for the worse (it would be nice to have an open net so he could fucking ice this game for sure). He’s legging it out across the neutral zone; none of his teammates are catching up but he can hear Shougo behind him, already having logged twenty-five-odd minutes but still with something left in his legs, the biggest problem in the Wild’s zone when they were back there. Taiga grits his teeth, digging into his mouth guard, pushing ahead, to the side, faking left but the goalie’s not buying.
Taiga swears, tees up short, and then Shougo slams into him from the side, shoulder-to-shoulder, pad-to-pad.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Taiga shouts; the puck slips away but Shougo’s got some opposite momentum, too; they both recover and they’re both after it again.
“You know I love it when I can make you shout that shit,” says Shougo, as both of them swipe their sticks against the boards trying to get the puck; their teammates are catching up and this is eating up time, thank fuck.
“Checking is so fucking sexy,” says Taiga. “You’re right.”
“It’s just because it’s me,” says Shougo, flashing a mouth guard-heavy smile and Taiga loses just enough concentration to cede the puck.
He lunges for it; one of his teammates makes an attempt from the other side; Shougo evades but his pass goes off the stick of its intended target and back into Wild control; they’re setting up again and Taiga races back to position. Shougo’s on him, shoving at him, doing his damn agitating job, and Taiga’s not going to lose to him again.
“Win’s a win,” says Shougo.
“Did I call you dirty?” says Taiga.
“I’m a dirty guy, what can I say,” says Shougo.
The puck comes to Taiga; he turns and shoots through the screen but the goalie gets enough of it to send it trickling wide, but then the horn sounds to signify the end of the period.
“Win’s a win,” says Taiga, before he skates off to join his teammates in their hug huddle (he and Shougo have a lot of things to talk about after the game, but they’ve got time for that).