Ship: Murasakibara/Kagami/Himuro Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Word Count: 422
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Tatsuya’s gotten them lost again, and Taiga can’t really blame him for reading the airport map wrong. He wouldn’t have read it right, either; he didn’t, but that’s because he’s running on so little sleep. A game that goes into double overtime right before the all star break and the flight to connect to Tatsuya’s into Miami that had gone from a comfortable window of time to make-or-break, his cab driver hurtling through traffic to get him there just in time and make everyone else in first class glare at him.
Tatsuya, at least, hadn’t brought anything other than a carry-on; he always travels lightly and despite traveling so much from a young age Taiga’s never figured out how he does it. Maybe it’s because he’s always over-prepared, but they’re still making their way to the luggage carousel half an hour after it’s been announced and Taiga’s already thinking about the worst. Someone else having snatched up his luggage, the airport seizing it, getting stopped by another mob of fans staking out the airport for arriving basketball stars.
Tatsuya shifts next to him, where Taiga’s leaning against his shoulder, and Taiga looks up. Coming toward them is an extremely put-out Atsushi, dragging Taiga’s suitcase behind him, cear from the blue stripes and the pink yarn tied to the handle.
“Where were you?”
“We got a bit lost,” says Tatsuya. “And Taiga’s pretty tired.”
Atsushi huffs. “Sleep at the hotel.”
Taiga glares at him.
“Aren’t you going to thank me?” says Atsushi, handing over the suitcase handle.
“I could have gotten it myself,” says Taiga.
“Yeah, if you were here fifteen minutes ago.”
Taiga leans closer to Tatsuya; Tatsuya ruffles his hair but then smiles at Atsushi. “Did you get a car?”
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
They’re halfway across the airport when Atsushi actually hugs them both, a little bit awkwardly and with what is definitely not an accidental reach for Taiga’s ass, but he’s been off in fucking Arizona for the past month.
“I missed you, too,” Taiga says.
Atsushi huffs again, but gentler this time; he wrestles the handle of Taiga’s suitcase out of his hand again. He’s not much of a gentleman, but Taiga appreciates it all the same, Atsushi’s way of doing things that might be a little difficult but still have their—he’d hesitate to say charms, but yeah. It’s cute, anyway; when he says that in the car Atsushi gives him a look that says go the fuck to sleep, so Taiga does.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 422
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Tatsuya’s gotten them lost again, and Taiga can’t really blame him for reading the airport map wrong. He wouldn’t have read it right, either; he didn’t, but that’s because he’s running on so little sleep. A game that goes into double overtime right before the all star break and the flight to connect to Tatsuya’s into Miami that had gone from a comfortable window of time to make-or-break, his cab driver hurtling through traffic to get him there just in time and make everyone else in first class glare at him.
Tatsuya, at least, hadn’t brought anything other than a carry-on; he always travels lightly and despite traveling so much from a young age Taiga’s never figured out how he does it. Maybe it’s because he’s always over-prepared, but they’re still making their way to the luggage carousel half an hour after it’s been announced and Taiga’s already thinking about the worst. Someone else having snatched up his luggage, the airport seizing it, getting stopped by another mob of fans staking out the airport for arriving basketball stars.
Tatsuya shifts next to him, where Taiga’s leaning against his shoulder, and Taiga looks up. Coming toward them is an extremely put-out Atsushi, dragging Taiga’s suitcase behind him, cear from the blue stripes and the pink yarn tied to the handle.
“Where were you?”
“We got a bit lost,” says Tatsuya. “And Taiga’s pretty tired.”
Atsushi huffs. “Sleep at the hotel.”
Taiga glares at him.
“Aren’t you going to thank me?” says Atsushi, handing over the suitcase handle.
“I could have gotten it myself,” says Taiga.
“Yeah, if you were here fifteen minutes ago.”
Taiga leans closer to Tatsuya; Tatsuya ruffles his hair but then smiles at Atsushi. “Did you get a car?”
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
They’re halfway across the airport when Atsushi actually hugs them both, a little bit awkwardly and with what is definitely not an accidental reach for Taiga’s ass, but he’s been off in fucking Arizona for the past month.
“I missed you, too,” Taiga says.
Atsushi huffs again, but gentler this time; he wrestles the handle of Taiga’s suitcase out of his hand again. He’s not much of a gentleman, but Taiga appreciates it all the same, Atsushi’s way of doing things that might be a little difficult but still have their—he’d hesitate to say charms, but yeah. It’s cute, anyway; when he says that in the car Atsushi gives him a look that says go the fuck to sleep, so Taiga does.