Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: None Other Tags: Nudity mention, Atsushi is thirsty, Tatsuya is also thirsty, someone help them Word Count: 543
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Tatsuya is far too pretty for his own good. He's definitely too pretty for Atsushi's wellbeing. The basketball club has rented out a ryokan near the mountains where Araki has taken them for a special week of training. Atsushi has visited ryokan before, he's comfortable enough in his yukata―brought from home because there are few that are long enough to fit him otherwise―but he isn't prepared for this.
He has no idea how to deal with how amazing Tatsuya looks in a yukata, and it shouldn't really be this big of a deal, but Atsushi's been fighting down his crush on Tatsuya for months, now. He's gotten used to being able to ignore how beautiful Tatsuya looks in his school uniform, or his basketball jersey, or he casual clothes he wears when they go out together. This is new. This has him quietly panicking all over again because Atsushi has never been good at self control and when he sees something pretty, all he wants to do is stare for as long as he can.
"Atsushi," Tatsuya murmurs, walking over to the table where he's eating steamed buns, one after another in an attempt to keep himself busy. "You're acting strange. Do you not like it here?"
"It's fine," Atsushi replies, and shoves another steamed bun into his mouth.
"The guys were talking about going to the onsen," Tatsuya tells him. "Are you coming?"
Atsushi's mind stalls at that. He can barely deal with Tatsuya in a yukata. Tatsuya in nothing at all? He doesn't think he'll make it out alive.
"Atsushi?" Tatsuya prompts. He leans in, lowering his voice. "I haven't been to an onsen since coming here from America. I feel a little shy about it."
"You? Shy?" Atsushi blinks in surprise. "Why would you be?"
"It's just…" Tatsuya laughs quietly. "All I'll have is a towel? I'm not used to that sort of thing. It's not like the locker rooms where we're just changing and getting out of there. We'll just be… sitting there. Naked."
"I guess it might feel weird, but you don't have to worry about it," Atsushi tells him honestly. "You've seen yourself, haven't you? You're so…"
Tatsuya blinks at him when he trails off. "So… what, Atsushi?"
Atsushi grumbles, looking away and hoping that Tatsuya doesn't notice the way he's blushing. "Nothing. Never mind."
"Atsushi," Tatsuya says, sitting down on the cushion opposite him, waiting.
"You're beautiful. There. Happy?" Atsushi shoves another steamed bun into his mouth, chewing angrily.
"You think I'm beautiful?"
"I don't think it's an opinion, as much as it's a fact," Atsushi tells him, wondering if he can downplay it this way.
"But you, specifically, find me beautiful," Tatsuya says.
Atsushi is about to ask why it matters in the first place, but then he sees the way that Tatsuya is looking at him, like he doesn't want to look away, and it all makes sense.
"I do," he says at last, and gets to his feet, holding his hand out for Tatsuya. "I do. So, do you want to go to the onsen? You can hide behind me if you're that shy. I'm pretty big."
"Yeah," Tatsuya agrees, licking his lips as he takes Atsushi's hand. "You really are."
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Nudity mention, Atsushi is thirsty, Tatsuya is also thirsty, someone help them
Word Count: 543
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Tatsuya is far too pretty for his own good. He's definitely too pretty for Atsushi's wellbeing. The basketball club has rented out a ryokan near the mountains where Araki has taken them for a special week of training. Atsushi has visited ryokan before, he's comfortable enough in his yukata―brought from home because there are few that are long enough to fit him otherwise―but he isn't prepared for this.
He has no idea how to deal with how amazing Tatsuya looks in a yukata, and it shouldn't really be this big of a deal, but Atsushi's been fighting down his crush on Tatsuya for months, now. He's gotten used to being able to ignore how beautiful Tatsuya looks in his school uniform, or his basketball jersey, or he casual clothes he wears when they go out together. This is new. This has him quietly panicking all over again because Atsushi has never been good at self control and when he sees something pretty, all he wants to do is stare for as long as he can.
"Atsushi," Tatsuya murmurs, walking over to the table where he's eating steamed buns, one after another in an attempt to keep himself busy. "You're acting strange. Do you not like it here?"
"It's fine," Atsushi replies, and shoves another steamed bun into his mouth.
"The guys were talking about going to the onsen," Tatsuya tells him. "Are you coming?"
Atsushi's mind stalls at that. He can barely deal with Tatsuya in a yukata. Tatsuya in nothing at all? He doesn't think he'll make it out alive.
"Atsushi?" Tatsuya prompts. He leans in, lowering his voice. "I haven't been to an onsen since coming here from America. I feel a little shy about it."
"You? Shy?" Atsushi blinks in surprise. "Why would you be?"
"It's just…" Tatsuya laughs quietly. "All I'll have is a towel? I'm not used to that sort of thing. It's not like the locker rooms where we're just changing and getting out of there. We'll just be… sitting there. Naked."
"I guess it might feel weird, but you don't have to worry about it," Atsushi tells him honestly. "You've seen yourself, haven't you? You're so…"
Tatsuya blinks at him when he trails off. "So… what, Atsushi?"
Atsushi grumbles, looking away and hoping that Tatsuya doesn't notice the way he's blushing. "Nothing. Never mind."
"Atsushi," Tatsuya says, sitting down on the cushion opposite him, waiting.
"You're beautiful. There. Happy?" Atsushi shoves another steamed bun into his mouth, chewing angrily.
"You think I'm beautiful?"
"I don't think it's an opinion, as much as it's a fact," Atsushi tells him, wondering if he can downplay it this way.
"But you, specifically, find me beautiful," Tatsuya says.
Atsushi is about to ask why it matters in the first place, but then he sees the way that Tatsuya is looking at him, like he doesn't want to look away, and it all makes sense.
"I do," he says at last, and gets to his feet, holding his hand out for Tatsuya. "I do. So, do you want to go to the onsen? You can hide behind me if you're that shy. I'm pretty big."
"Yeah," Tatsuya agrees, licking his lips as he takes Atsushi's hand. "You really are."