Ship: Aomine/Kagami/Himuro Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Word Count: 422
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“The music here sucks,” says Daiki, but Taiga hasn’t been listening to it.
How can he, when he’s here with the two of them? They haven’t been talking, sure, but Taiga’s been looking and he kind of doesn’t have much room for other senses (well, touch, too; feet against his barstool and hands grazing his legs almost as if they’re not there). He could have been eating and drinking anything, though he’s starting to feel the alcohol, as opposed to Daiki’s one drink and Tatsuya’s unlimited tolerance. Taiga kind of wants to lean his head on Tatsuya’s shoulder, look up at his face, see his pretty lower lashes the way he only gets to when they’re about to go to sleep.
Tatsuya looks at him, smiling like he knows exactly what Taiga’s thinking, holding the empty shot glass in his hand. “You about done, too?”
“I’m not,” Daiki says, but Taiga can see how tired he’s getting, curling around the edges like old paper, leaning steadily more and more on the edge of the bar.
“Yeah,” Taiga says. “Sorry if you wanted to stay.”
Tatsuya smiles, still too reserved to say he wants to be where the two of them are, but he’s good at making that part obvious enough now, much more than he has.
“Let’s go home,” says Daiki, hooking his arm around Tatsuya’s waist, and Taiga could say something about not being done but he’s too tired and even though there’s something at the tip of his tongue it falls off when he looks at Daiki, the softness on his face as Tatsuya digs in his pocket for his wallet.
“Let me get it,” says Taiga.
“I drank the most,” says Tatsuya, but he always does and it’s not fair; Taiga’s about to whine but Daiki’s hand reaches over to grasps his as if to tell him to drop it.
Tatsuya leaves the tip for the bartender under the shot glass (what did he have last, whiskey or vodka?) and starts to walk toward the door, seemingly unbothered by the hold Daiki’s got around his waist. Taiga catches up; they can’t all fit through the doorway at once but they can stand together and wait for a cab, Tatsuya walking out close to the street to flag one down while Daiki huddles in the unwelcome cold next to Taiga. He falls half-asleep in the cab, leaning on Taiga’s shoulder; Tatsuya looks over and his gaze meets Taiga’s; his smile’s easy and that’s got nothing to do with liquor.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
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Word Count: 422
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“The music here sucks,” says Daiki, but Taiga hasn’t been listening to it.
How can he, when he’s here with the two of them? They haven’t been talking, sure, but Taiga’s been looking and he kind of doesn’t have much room for other senses (well, touch, too; feet against his barstool and hands grazing his legs almost as if they’re not there). He could have been eating and drinking anything, though he’s starting to feel the alcohol, as opposed to Daiki’s one drink and Tatsuya’s unlimited tolerance. Taiga kind of wants to lean his head on Tatsuya’s shoulder, look up at his face, see his pretty lower lashes the way he only gets to when they’re about to go to sleep.
Tatsuya looks at him, smiling like he knows exactly what Taiga’s thinking, holding the empty shot glass in his hand. “You about done, too?”
“I’m not,” Daiki says, but Taiga can see how tired he’s getting, curling around the edges like old paper, leaning steadily more and more on the edge of the bar.
“Yeah,” Taiga says. “Sorry if you wanted to stay.”
Tatsuya smiles, still too reserved to say he wants to be where the two of them are, but he’s good at making that part obvious enough now, much more than he has.
“Let’s go home,” says Daiki, hooking his arm around Tatsuya’s waist, and Taiga could say something about not being done but he’s too tired and even though there’s something at the tip of his tongue it falls off when he looks at Daiki, the softness on his face as Tatsuya digs in his pocket for his wallet.
“Let me get it,” says Taiga.
“I drank the most,” says Tatsuya, but he always does and it’s not fair; Taiga’s about to whine but Daiki’s hand reaches over to grasps his as if to tell him to drop it.
Tatsuya leaves the tip for the bartender under the shot glass (what did he have last, whiskey or vodka?) and starts to walk toward the door, seemingly unbothered by the hold Daiki’s got around his waist. Taiga catches up; they can’t all fit through the doorway at once but they can stand together and wait for a cab, Tatsuya walking out close to the street to flag one down while Daiki huddles in the unwelcome cold next to Taiga. He falls half-asleep in the cab, leaning on Taiga’s shoulder; Tatsuya looks over and his gaze meets Taiga’s; his smile’s easy and that’s got nothing to do with liquor.