Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Kagami Taiga Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: None Other Tags: None Word Count: 459
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"Are you… jealous?" Taiga asks, the night before his first game. "That it's me going out there, not you?"
Tatsuya laughs in reply. The answer is obvious, but perhaps that's why Taiga feels the need to ask in the first place. Him and his constant need to keep the peace, to go out of his way to make sure that everyone is happy, even when there's nothing he can do about it.
Now, at least, with the two of them sitting on their couch, in their apartment, it doesn't hurt as much.
"Of course I am," Tatsuya tells him, shoving Taiga but then climbing into his lap and kissing him. "I'm so jealous, but it doesn't feel like I used to. I still have a lot of pride, but most of all, I'm just proud of you. I'm happy for you."
Taiga sighs against his mouth, kissing him back. "You don't… uh…"
"Secretly resent you for succeeding in all the ways that I never could?" Tatsuya supplies, raising an eyebrow.
Taiga goes tense beneath him. "Yeah. That."
"I'm not sixteen years old any more, Taiga. Or thirteen, for that matter," Tatsuya tells him. He's already gone through those theatrics, several times in the past. He has no need to revisit that again.
Especially not when this is much more satisfying. Supporting Taiga is much more rewarding than competing against him; Taiga's victories feel like his own and maybe Tatsuya will never truly give up competing against him, at least on some level, but he's okay with that when it means that it spurs him to better himself, rather than sitting over him like some kind of crushing weight.
"You don't resent me," Taiga clarifies, and Tatsuya laughs again.
"Ah yes, that's exactly why I've been living with you in Chicago for the past couple of years when we could be in L.A. instead, and been dating you for the past four. Because I secretly hate your guts."
"Okay, fine," Taiga sighs.
"If I still made you doubt that, Taiga, then I have some work to do," Tatsuya says seriously. "I love you."
Taiga nods, burying his face in the curve of Tatsuya's neck. "I know. It's just me, being paranoid."
"You don't have to be," Tatsuya tells him. "I promise. I can't wait for you to play your first professional game tomorrow. Doesn't matter how it goes, I'm already so damn proud of you."
It's a feeling that Tatsuya holds onto, when he's cheering the Bulls on as they enter the court, Taiga there with the rest of them. He might be nervous at first, but he settles right down when he bounces the ball during warm ups. Like he was made to be there.
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 459
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"Are you… jealous?" Taiga asks, the night before his first game. "That it's me going out there, not you?"
Tatsuya laughs in reply. The answer is obvious, but perhaps that's why Taiga feels the need to ask in the first place. Him and his constant need to keep the peace, to go out of his way to make sure that everyone is happy, even when there's nothing he can do about it.
Now, at least, with the two of them sitting on their couch, in their apartment, it doesn't hurt as much.
"Of course I am," Tatsuya tells him, shoving Taiga but then climbing into his lap and kissing him. "I'm so jealous, but it doesn't feel like I used to. I still have a lot of pride, but most of all, I'm just proud of you. I'm happy for you."
Taiga sighs against his mouth, kissing him back. "You don't… uh…"
"Secretly resent you for succeeding in all the ways that I never could?" Tatsuya supplies, raising an eyebrow.
Taiga goes tense beneath him. "Yeah. That."
"I'm not sixteen years old any more, Taiga. Or thirteen, for that matter," Tatsuya tells him. He's already gone through those theatrics, several times in the past. He has no need to revisit that again.
Especially not when this is much more satisfying. Supporting Taiga is much more rewarding than competing against him; Taiga's victories feel like his own and maybe Tatsuya will never truly give up competing against him, at least on some level, but he's okay with that when it means that it spurs him to better himself, rather than sitting over him like some kind of crushing weight.
"You don't resent me," Taiga clarifies, and Tatsuya laughs again.
"Ah yes, that's exactly why I've been living with you in Chicago for the past couple of years when we could be in L.A. instead, and been dating you for the past four. Because I secretly hate your guts."
"Okay, fine," Taiga sighs.
"If I still made you doubt that, Taiga, then I have some work to do," Tatsuya says seriously. "I love you."
Taiga nods, burying his face in the curve of Tatsuya's neck. "I know. It's just me, being paranoid."
"You don't have to be," Tatsuya tells him. "I promise. I can't wait for you to play your first professional game tomorrow. Doesn't matter how it goes, I'm already so damn proud of you."
It's a feeling that Tatsuya holds onto, when he's cheering the Bulls on as they enter the court, Taiga there with the rest of them. He might be nervous at first, but he settles right down when he bounces the ball during warm ups. Like he was made to be there.
Tatsuya wholeheartedly believes it.