Ship: murasakibara atsushi/himuro tatsuya Fandom: kuroko no basuke Major Tags: none Other Tags: none Word Count: ~600
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There’s a large purple mass in front of Tatsuya, and it’s trying to talk to him.
Actually, it’s probably a person, but Tatsuya’s bangs are obscuring his vision as usual, and he’s still wiping sleep from his eyes. What kind of arcade opens at eight in the morning? Who goes to an arcade that early? The questions haunt him.
“Sorry, can I help you?” Tatsuya puts on his best Customer Service face, leaning against the glass case that holds all the stuffed animals and plastic toys that kids can purchase with their hard-won tickets.
It only takes a couple blinks until the purple blob clears up into the figure of a man, and a massive man at that, towering over Tatsuya with an impassive look on his face and a bucket full of tickets in his hands. He sets the bucket down and pushes it toward Tatsuya.
“This should be enough,” he says, voice a low rumble, and Tatsuya has to lean forward a bit just to hear him.
“Um, well let me just count them for you,” he says with a wink. It’s really not often that they get anyone in the arcade other than the local snot-nosed kids or the occasional rude tourist.
This guy, however, is pretty handsome, with the exact kind of build that makes Tatsuya want to climb him like a tree. Tatsuya barely got any sleep last night, and he’s fairly certain there are massive bags under his eyes, but he’ll be damned if he’s going to let this opportunity go to waste.
Tatsuya sets about weighing the tickets, which takes some time since there’s so many. He turns back to throw a smile at the handsome stranger every minute or so, finally asking, “What’s your name, anyway?”
The man looks like he’s considering the question, before finally saying, “You can call me Atsushi.”
“Atsushi,” Tatsuya rolls the name around in his mouth, “I like it. Suits you.”
The ticket total comes in at nearly eleven thousand tickets, and Atsushi smiles, but just a bit, the corner of his mouth quirking upward.
“Alright,” he announces, reaching across the counter to grab Tatsuya’s hand, “Where do you want to go?”
“S-Sorry, what?” Tatsuya’s heart beats loud in his chest at the sudden contact, marveling at how Atsushi’s massive hand dwarfs his wrist, “Go where?”
Atsushi exhales sharply, a kind of annoyed puff of air, “For our date. I want to try that new dessert place down the street, if you’re okay with it.”
“Our date?” Tatsuya repeats, hiding his laugh with his free hand, the other still clasped in Atsushi’s, “I mean, maybe ask a guy first?”
“I thought--” Atsushi pouts a bit, and the smallest blush blooms on his cheeks, “Sa-chin said if I got ten thousand tickets I could turn them in for a date with you.”
“Sa-chin-- Satsuki?” Tatsuya doesn’t bother hiding his laugh this time. Leave it to his meddling co-worker to set him up behind his back. But it’s almost unbearably charming that Atsushi would actually go along with her idea. Tatsuya wonders what else about Atsushi belies his intimidating appearance.
“You’re cute,” Tatsuya announces, shucking off his work apron, “Well, let’s go on that date, since you worked so hard for those tickets, after all.”
“It wasn’t that hard,” Atsushi mumbles, in a way that says it was actually that hard.
FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: ~600
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There’s a large purple mass in front of Tatsuya, and it’s trying to talk to him.
Actually, it’s probably a person, but Tatsuya’s bangs are obscuring his vision as usual, and he’s still wiping sleep from his eyes. What kind of arcade opens at eight in the morning? Who goes to an arcade that early? The questions haunt him.
“Sorry, can I help you?” Tatsuya puts on his best Customer Service face, leaning against the glass case that holds all the stuffed animals and plastic toys that kids can purchase with their hard-won tickets.
It only takes a couple blinks until the purple blob clears up into the figure of a man, and a massive man at that, towering over Tatsuya with an impassive look on his face and a bucket full of tickets in his hands. He sets the bucket down and pushes it toward Tatsuya.
“This should be enough,” he says, voice a low rumble, and Tatsuya has to lean forward a bit just to hear him.
“Um, well let me just count them for you,” he says with a wink. It’s really not often that they get anyone in the arcade other than the local snot-nosed kids or the occasional rude tourist.
This guy, however, is pretty handsome, with the exact kind of build that makes Tatsuya want to climb him like a tree. Tatsuya barely got any sleep last night, and he’s fairly certain there are massive bags under his eyes, but he’ll be damned if he’s going to let this opportunity go to waste.
Tatsuya sets about weighing the tickets, which takes some time since there’s so many. He turns back to throw a smile at the handsome stranger every minute or so, finally asking, “What’s your name, anyway?”
The man looks like he’s considering the question, before finally saying, “You can call me Atsushi.”
“Atsushi,” Tatsuya rolls the name around in his mouth, “I like it. Suits you.”
The ticket total comes in at nearly eleven thousand tickets, and Atsushi smiles, but just a bit, the corner of his mouth quirking upward.
“Alright,” he announces, reaching across the counter to grab Tatsuya’s hand, “Where do you want to go?”
“S-Sorry, what?” Tatsuya’s heart beats loud in his chest at the sudden contact, marveling at how Atsushi’s massive hand dwarfs his wrist, “Go where?”
Atsushi exhales sharply, a kind of annoyed puff of air, “For our date. I want to try that new dessert place down the street, if you’re okay with it.”
“Our date?” Tatsuya repeats, hiding his laugh with his free hand, the other still clasped in Atsushi’s, “I mean, maybe ask a guy first?”
“I thought--” Atsushi pouts a bit, and the smallest blush blooms on his cheeks, “Sa-chin said if I got ten thousand tickets I could turn them in for a date with you.”
“Sa-chin-- Satsuki?” Tatsuya doesn’t bother hiding his laugh this time. Leave it to his meddling co-worker to set him up behind his back. But it’s almost unbearably charming that Atsushi would actually go along with her idea. Tatsuya wonders what else about Atsushi belies his intimidating appearance.
“You’re cute,” Tatsuya announces, shucking off his work apron, “Well, let’s go on that date, since you worked so hard for those tickets, after all.”
“It wasn’t that hard,” Atsushi mumbles, in a way that says it was actually that hard.
But worth it, Tatsuya hopes.