Ship: Haizaki Shougo/Kise Ryouta Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: None Other Tags: Swearing Word Count: 469
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Shougo is sitting on the large tree that’s covering half the road. He’s always thought it kind of looks weird with its horizontal trunk thick enough to crack the skull of anyone bashing their head against it (who would do that? not him), and then it bends and reaches towards the sky, as if it’s keeping an eye on the island with its gigantic leaves. It has become the symbol of their island; a weird-ass tree that produces star-shaped yellow fruits. Since he was a kid Shougo kept hearing stories about the magical power this fruit had, or the healthy properties it apparently had, or the stupid legend about people being eternally bound if they eat it together. Shougo isn't the kind of guy who believes in that; this is more of Shintarou's genre and no way in hell that Shougo is going to associate with him. He's not insane.
He has a paopu fruit right now in his lap, though he isn't looking at it. He has to admit this tree is pretty nice to relax on and for admiring the view. The ocean is big and clear, the blue of the sky reflecting on it and illuminating the whole island with pretty colors. Yeah, he has to stop hanging out with Ryouta.
“Shougo-kun, do you want to come train with us?”
Shougo resists the urge to snap because whenever he spars with Daiki he somehow always makes a fool of himself, like tripping and getting hit in the face, and honestly he's sick of being on the receiving end of Ryouta's jokes and laughing. Somewhat.
“No, I don't want to hang out with you losers,” he says.
They've known each other for over ten years, so of course Ryouta doesn't take offense and laughs. He climbs on the trunk and sits next to him, as usual invading his personal space like it didn't exist for a reason, and looks at him with fucking sparkling eyes.
“You're going to come anyway.”
He says this on such a confident tone that Shougo feels exposed and naked under his gaze. There's nothing provocative, just a raw statement and the distinct belief that it can't go wrong.
“I'm coming just to see you getting your ass handed to you,” Shougo replies, looking away.
This brings a grin on Ryouta's face, the kind that promises mischief, blossoming under the right circumstances.
“I haven't eaten something sweet in a while, so I'll buy you paopu cake if I lose, but if I win you buy me paopu cake!”
Ryouta then hops over the tree and goes back to the beach. Shougo rolls his eyes, puts down the paopu fruit on the tree, and follows Ryouta.
Ryouta could have as well told him he wanted to eat the fruit.
FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, G
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Swearing
Word Count: 469
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Shougo is sitting on the large tree that’s covering half the road. He’s always thought it kind of looks weird with its horizontal trunk thick enough to crack the skull of anyone bashing their head against it (who would do that? not him), and then it bends and reaches towards the sky, as if it’s keeping an eye on the island with its gigantic leaves. It has become the symbol of their island; a weird-ass tree that produces star-shaped yellow fruits. Since he was a kid Shougo kept hearing stories about the magical power this fruit had, or the healthy properties it apparently had, or the stupid legend about people being eternally bound if they eat it together. Shougo isn't the kind of guy who believes in that; this is more of Shintarou's genre and no way in hell that Shougo is going to associate with him. He's not insane.
He has a paopu fruit right now in his lap, though he isn't looking at it. He has to admit this tree is pretty nice to relax on and for admiring the view. The ocean is big and clear, the blue of the sky reflecting on it and illuminating the whole island with pretty colors. Yeah, he has to stop hanging out with Ryouta.
“Shougo-kun, do you want to come train with us?”
Shougo resists the urge to snap because whenever he spars with Daiki he somehow always makes a fool of himself, like tripping and getting hit in the face, and honestly he's sick of being on the receiving end of Ryouta's jokes and laughing. Somewhat.
“No, I don't want to hang out with you losers,” he says.
They've known each other for over ten years, so of course Ryouta doesn't take offense and laughs. He climbs on the trunk and sits next to him, as usual invading his personal space like it didn't exist for a reason, and looks at him with fucking sparkling eyes.
“You're going to come anyway.”
He says this on such a confident tone that Shougo feels exposed and naked under his gaze. There's nothing provocative, just a raw statement and the distinct belief that it can't go wrong.
“I'm coming just to see you getting your ass handed to you,” Shougo replies, looking away.
This brings a grin on Ryouta's face, the kind that promises mischief, blossoming under the right circumstances.
“I haven't eaten something sweet in a while, so I'll buy you paopu cake if I lose, but if I win you buy me paopu cake!”
Ryouta then hops over the tree and goes back to the beach. Shougo rolls his eyes, puts down the paopu fruit on the tree, and follows Ryouta.
Ryouta could have as well told him he wanted to eat the fruit.