Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Mayuzumi Chihiro Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: None Other Tags: None Word Count: 499
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Mayuzumi looks up when he hears footsteps approaching. "Don't talk to me."
Akashi stops in the doorway of their bedroom, two mugs of tea held in his hands, and blinks at him. "I wasn't going to."
"Good." Mayuzumi flips through the pages of his notebook, frowning at his handwriting. It shouldn't be this hard to read his own writing, but he'd scrawled these notes down for the next handful of fills while he was on the train, and he wasn't leaning on the steadiest of surfaces. He frowns a little harder, and then startles when Akashi steps closer to the desk, putting down one of the mugs of tea.
"This is for you," Akashi tells him. "Or was that too much talking, for your tastes?"
"Shut up," Mayuzumi grumbles, and picks up the mug, holding it in both hands. It's nice to give himself a break from holding his pen after such a long time, he supposes. Reluctantly, he nods towards Akashi. "Thank you."
"I worry about your health," Akashi tells him, sitting on the edge of their bed, facing Mayuzumi. "Did you have lunch today?"
Mayuzumi shrugs. "That would have taken too long. I had fills to write."
"You won't be able to write if you run out of energy because you haven't eaten," Akashi points out. "Even just a snack."
"Seijuurou," Mayuzumi interrupts. "I can't write when you're talking to me."
"Of course," Akashi replies, turning away. "My mistake."
It would probably be easier to organise the prompts that he wants to fill on his computer, but there's something about writing by hand that makes everything go that little bit smoother for Mayuzumi. It just suddenly becomes easier to organise his thoughts, and even if Mayuzumi ends up actually writing on his laptop, it helps to have his notes opened up beside him to glance at whenever he needs to.
Akashi is silent as Mayuzumi writes the next few fills on his list. They're going smoothly, for once, and he's knocked four of them out, back to back, before he realises that it's been an entire hour since Akashi has come home, and they've barely spoken, and Akashi hasn't even interrupted his writing to ask if he wants to eat dinner.
With a sigh, Mayuzumi pinches the bridge of his nose and shuts his eyes to let them rest for a moment. "Are you hungry?"
"Are you finished writing?" Akashi asks in return.
"Not finished, no," Mayuzumi replies, shaking his head. "But I can stop here, for now."
"How much of your time can I have?" Akashi asks, as they pull leftovers out of the fridge to heat up. "Fifteen minutes, while you eat dinner? Am I pushing too far, if I ask for half an hour?"
"For you?" Mayuzumi asks, and takes a deep breath. Akashi has been incredibly patient with him recently and in return, Mayuzumi has mostly just been ignoring him. "Maybe—and I'm not making any promises—I can give you an hour."
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 499
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Mayuzumi looks up when he hears footsteps approaching. "Don't talk to me."
Akashi stops in the doorway of their bedroom, two mugs of tea held in his hands, and blinks at him. "I wasn't going to."
"Good." Mayuzumi flips through the pages of his notebook, frowning at his handwriting. It shouldn't be this hard to read his own writing, but he'd scrawled these notes down for the next handful of fills while he was on the train, and he wasn't leaning on the steadiest of surfaces. He frowns a little harder, and then startles when Akashi steps closer to the desk, putting down one of the mugs of tea.
"This is for you," Akashi tells him. "Or was that too much talking, for your tastes?"
"Shut up," Mayuzumi grumbles, and picks up the mug, holding it in both hands. It's nice to give himself a break from holding his pen after such a long time, he supposes. Reluctantly, he nods towards Akashi. "Thank you."
"I worry about your health," Akashi tells him, sitting on the edge of their bed, facing Mayuzumi. "Did you have lunch today?"
Mayuzumi shrugs. "That would have taken too long. I had fills to write."
"You won't be able to write if you run out of energy because you haven't eaten," Akashi points out. "Even just a snack."
"Seijuurou," Mayuzumi interrupts. "I can't write when you're talking to me."
"Of course," Akashi replies, turning away. "My mistake."
It would probably be easier to organise the prompts that he wants to fill on his computer, but there's something about writing by hand that makes everything go that little bit smoother for Mayuzumi. It just suddenly becomes easier to organise his thoughts, and even if Mayuzumi ends up actually writing on his laptop, it helps to have his notes opened up beside him to glance at whenever he needs to.
Akashi is silent as Mayuzumi writes the next few fills on his list. They're going smoothly, for once, and he's knocked four of them out, back to back, before he realises that it's been an entire hour since Akashi has come home, and they've barely spoken, and Akashi hasn't even interrupted his writing to ask if he wants to eat dinner.
With a sigh, Mayuzumi pinches the bridge of his nose and shuts his eyes to let them rest for a moment. "Are you hungry?"
"Are you finished writing?" Akashi asks in return.
"Not finished, no," Mayuzumi replies, shaking his head. "But I can stop here, for now."
"How much of your time can I have?" Akashi asks, as they pull leftovers out of the fridge to heat up. "Fifteen minutes, while you eat dinner? Am I pushing too far, if I ask for half an hour?"
"For you?" Mayuzumi asks, and takes a deep breath. Akashi has been incredibly patient with him recently and in return, Mayuzumi has mostly just been ignoring him. "Maybe—and I'm not making any promises—I can give you an hour."