Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Mayuzumi Chihiro Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: None Other Tags: what is this Word Count: 631
***
The first thing Mayuzumi sees is a walking, talking snowman.
Well. It doesn't walk so much as it hops along the snow, its stick arms waving with each movement, its carrot nose sagging like it's going to fall off entirely.
"Did he make you," Mayuzumi sighs, looking down at the snowman. It comes up to knee height and it looks—bad. There's no other word for it. The snowman looks horrible, like if a child had made it with only a vague idea of what snowmen were meant to look like.
"Tatsuya made me!" the snowman replies cheerfully. Mayuzumi doesn't know how it actually has a voice, or where it's coming from, but he's stopped questioning these things. There's a blanket of snow covering most of the world and he's pretty sure it's because his boyfriend is pissed off. There are more important matters at hand right now.
"Can you show me where Tatsuya is?" Mayuzumi asks, bending down with his hands braced on his knees, the way he would if he was talking to a child.
The snowman stares at him with its beady eyes. "Don't patronise me."
"I'm sorry," Mayuzumi sighs. "Could you please take me to Tatsuya? I'd like to speak with him."
"He probably doesn't want to speak with you," the snowman replies, but leads him across the snowy field anyway.
Mayuzumi didn't really know what to expect of the north pole before coming here, and he's pretty sure that what he's seeing right now isn't exactly an accurate representation of what it normally looks like. Then again, it's not normally the domain of an ice mage with an incredibly short fuse and a flair for the dramatic.
He thinks that he can see a palace in the distance, made entirely of ice. If that isn't bad enough, there's a labyrinthine path leading to the entrance, also made of ice that sticks out of the snow like massive pieces of jagged glass. Mayuzumi follows the snowman, making sure not to lose sight of it, until he gets to the door. He desperately wants to make a joke about how Himuro is doing the exact opposite of letting it go, but he knows that won't go over well right now.
When he steps inside the palace, he finds Himuro sitting there on a throne, also made of ice.
"Even if you can't feel the cold, I'm sure that has to be uncomfortable," Mayuzumi says, and supposes that perhaps that's not the first thing he should have said to Himuro after their fight. He clears his throat. "You're sending the entire world into another ice age because I forgot our anniversary."
"Yes I am," Himuro says frostily.
"I think that's. Well. There are a lot of people suffering for my mistake, and that doesn't sit well with me. Tell me what I can do to make it up to you."
"Do you really want to?" Himuro asks, regarding him coldly. "Or are you doing it simply because you feel responsible?"
"It was our five year anniversary," Mayuzumi points out. "We wouldn't have lasted five years if I didn't actually care about you."
"If you cared about me—"
"—I would have marked my calendar, I know." Mayuzumi sighs. "I'm sorry. Writing deadlines. You know what they're like."
Himuro sighs slowly, and the room feels a little colder. "I'm happy in my ice palace, Chihiro."
"You'd probably be happier in our apartment," Mayuzumi replies. "The chairs are more comfortable there."
Slowly, Himuro's mood thaws. He smiles at Mayuzumi and gets up from his throne.
"You really came all this way to bring me home."
"I did," Mayuzumi replies, wrapping an arm around Himuro's shoulders and guiding him out of the palace.
Around them, the air begins to feel a little warmer.
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: what is this
Word Count: 631
***
The first thing Mayuzumi sees is a walking, talking snowman.
Well. It doesn't walk so much as it hops along the snow, its stick arms waving with each movement, its carrot nose sagging like it's going to fall off entirely.
"Did he make you," Mayuzumi sighs, looking down at the snowman. It comes up to knee height and it looks—bad. There's no other word for it. The snowman looks horrible, like if a child had made it with only a vague idea of what snowmen were meant to look like.
"Tatsuya made me!" the snowman replies cheerfully. Mayuzumi doesn't know how it actually has a voice, or where it's coming from, but he's stopped questioning these things. There's a blanket of snow covering most of the world and he's pretty sure it's because his boyfriend is pissed off. There are more important matters at hand right now.
"Can you show me where Tatsuya is?" Mayuzumi asks, bending down with his hands braced on his knees, the way he would if he was talking to a child.
The snowman stares at him with its beady eyes. "Don't patronise me."
"I'm sorry," Mayuzumi sighs. "Could you please take me to Tatsuya? I'd like to speak with him."
"He probably doesn't want to speak with you," the snowman replies, but leads him across the snowy field anyway.
Mayuzumi didn't really know what to expect of the north pole before coming here, and he's pretty sure that what he's seeing right now isn't exactly an accurate representation of what it normally looks like. Then again, it's not normally the domain of an ice mage with an incredibly short fuse and a flair for the dramatic.
He thinks that he can see a palace in the distance, made entirely of ice. If that isn't bad enough, there's a labyrinthine path leading to the entrance, also made of ice that sticks out of the snow like massive pieces of jagged glass. Mayuzumi follows the snowman, making sure not to lose sight of it, until he gets to the door. He desperately wants to make a joke about how Himuro is doing the exact opposite of letting it go, but he knows that won't go over well right now.
When he steps inside the palace, he finds Himuro sitting there on a throne, also made of ice.
"Even if you can't feel the cold, I'm sure that has to be uncomfortable," Mayuzumi says, and supposes that perhaps that's not the first thing he should have said to Himuro after their fight. He clears his throat. "You're sending the entire world into another ice age because I forgot our anniversary."
"Yes I am," Himuro says frostily.
"I think that's. Well. There are a lot of people suffering for my mistake, and that doesn't sit well with me. Tell me what I can do to make it up to you."
"Do you really want to?" Himuro asks, regarding him coldly. "Or are you doing it simply because you feel responsible?"
"It was our five year anniversary," Mayuzumi points out. "We wouldn't have lasted five years if I didn't actually care about you."
"If you cared about me—"
"—I would have marked my calendar, I know." Mayuzumi sighs. "I'm sorry. Writing deadlines. You know what they're like."
Himuro sighs slowly, and the room feels a little colder. "I'm happy in my ice palace, Chihiro."
"You'd probably be happier in our apartment," Mayuzumi replies. "The chairs are more comfortable there."
Slowly, Himuro's mood thaws. He smiles at Mayuzumi and gets up from his throne.
"You really came all this way to bring me home."
"I did," Mayuzumi replies, wrapping an arm around Himuro's shoulders and guiding him out of the palace.
Around them, the air begins to feel a little warmer.