Ship: Himuro/Nijimura Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Word Count: 415
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Tatsuya turns the engine off; the familiar buzzing whirr like a vibrating cell phone turned to supersize dies away. Shuu won’t be long, but it’s no good to leave it running uselessly while he waits. He hefts Shuu’s helmet in his hand, the small chip in the visor that still needs to be replaced, the familiar weight. Shuu’s bike is back in the shop this week (the engine trouble’s finally bad enough that he’s getting it replaced), but Tatsuya doesn’t mind ferrying him around for a couple of weeks, taking him to work or on errands (checks to deposit, library books to return, groceries to buy). It’s nice to ride on his own, or to ride solo on his bike with Shuu at his side, but sometimes it’s nicer to have Shuu right behind him, arms around his waist, helmet against his shoulder.
Tatsuya pulls out his phone to check the weather; it’s not supposed to rain until late tonight, when they should be home (though he never likes to rule out a late-night excursion), but the sky’s been getting cloudier and cloudier. It’s not quite overcast now, brightly backlit by the sun, shining through the trees. He can see Shuu through the window of the ATM place, swearing at the machine because it won’t accept his checks. Tatsuya leans on the handlebars; it’s cute. Finally the machine seems to cooperate, and Shuu finishes his transactions; Tatsuya’s still leaning on the handlebars when he comes out, replacing his wallet in his jacket pocket.
“Sorry it took so long,” says Shuu; he kisses Tatsuya from the curb, where he has to lean down an awfully long way (but Tatsuya doesn’t mind looking up at him from here).
“That’s okay,” says Tatsuya. “I got to watch you.”
“Yeah, my ineptitude at depositing a fucking check,” says Shuu, but he kisses Tatsuya on the nose before taking back his helmet and sliding it over his head.
Tatsuya puts on his own and revs up the engine, waiting for Shuu to get on all the way, arms tight around his waist before he turns it toward the street. He doesn’t need to tell Shuu to hold on before they’re off, weaving through traffic on the busier main roads, and maybe sharing a lane with a car is illegal and dangerous, but it’s the faster way to the scenic route, and if it makes Shuu hold on just a little bit tighter as they head forward into the wind.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 415
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Tatsuya turns the engine off; the familiar buzzing whirr like a vibrating cell phone turned to supersize dies away. Shuu won’t be long, but it’s no good to leave it running uselessly while he waits. He hefts Shuu’s helmet in his hand, the small chip in the visor that still needs to be replaced, the familiar weight. Shuu’s bike is back in the shop this week (the engine trouble’s finally bad enough that he’s getting it replaced), but Tatsuya doesn’t mind ferrying him around for a couple of weeks, taking him to work or on errands (checks to deposit, library books to return, groceries to buy). It’s nice to ride on his own, or to ride solo on his bike with Shuu at his side, but sometimes it’s nicer to have Shuu right behind him, arms around his waist, helmet against his shoulder.
Tatsuya pulls out his phone to check the weather; it’s not supposed to rain until late tonight, when they should be home (though he never likes to rule out a late-night excursion), but the sky’s been getting cloudier and cloudier. It’s not quite overcast now, brightly backlit by the sun, shining through the trees. He can see Shuu through the window of the ATM place, swearing at the machine because it won’t accept his checks. Tatsuya leans on the handlebars; it’s cute. Finally the machine seems to cooperate, and Shuu finishes his transactions; Tatsuya’s still leaning on the handlebars when he comes out, replacing his wallet in his jacket pocket.
“Sorry it took so long,” says Shuu; he kisses Tatsuya from the curb, where he has to lean down an awfully long way (but Tatsuya doesn’t mind looking up at him from here).
“That’s okay,” says Tatsuya. “I got to watch you.”
“Yeah, my ineptitude at depositing a fucking check,” says Shuu, but he kisses Tatsuya on the nose before taking back his helmet and sliding it over his head.
Tatsuya puts on his own and revs up the engine, waiting for Shuu to get on all the way, arms tight around his waist before he turns it toward the street. He doesn’t need to tell Shuu to hold on before they’re off, weaving through traffic on the busier main roads, and maybe sharing a lane with a car is illegal and dangerous, but it’s the faster way to the scenic route, and if it makes Shuu hold on just a little bit tighter as they head forward into the wind.