Ship: Momoi/Riko Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Original Work:link by fickle Word Count: 414
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She feels good in Satsuki’s arms, good after having to deal with Daiki and Tetsu and all the other boys who are varying degrees of hopeless. Good without any qualifier or comparison, her frame small and lithe, perfect for letting Satsuki lead except Satsuki knows she’s not going to do that. And Satsuki’s got experience with clueless boys who try to lead but don’t know how—Riko’s head and shoulders above them.
Satsuki’s still the better dancer, though, and she can grab back the lead; she doesn’t have to say that this is a demonstration (though that excuse will melt like candy stuck in her mouth too long, sooner rather than later) and that the boys need to see the taller person leading. Riko’s steps follow her, backwards and forwards, across the gym, and Satsuki wonders for a second what would happen if she were to place her hand lower, lower on Riko’s back. It’s less of a wonder and more of a knowledge that it’s not something she’d do at this point in this time and that Riko would push her right off. An intrusive thought, but is it really intrusive if she lets it in and opens the door for it, ushering it inside?
From the look on Riko’s face, perhaps Satsuki’s idle fantasies on bus rides when she gets bored with manipulating the statistics are closer to reality than she’d let herself believe. Staying on the safe side of the calculation in this instance, because the risk isn’t basketball; the risk is her and the risk is Riko. The risk blooming on her cheeks brighter than any makeup she’s ever worn, the risk in her hands on Riko’s waist, Riko leaning closer. The music slows, the way it does when they cut back to the main couple in a cheesy teen movie.
Satsuki doesn’t kiss Riko, nor does she wish she had. Their first kiss shouldn’t be in the middle of the gymnasium with her entire team.
Rather, she kisses Riko a week later, walking her home after scouting the younger Seirin players (a cover for scouting Riko, pausing in the notes neatly across her clipboard to look up and meet Riko’s eyes, the way Riko’s gaze immediately shifts in a way that she can’t even hide, the way Riko blows on her whistle a little bit too forcefully). They talk on the way, about what Satsuki can’t really remember too much. The kiss forces it all out of her mind.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by
Word Count: 414
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She feels good in Satsuki’s arms, good after having to deal with Daiki and Tetsu and all the other boys who are varying degrees of hopeless. Good without any qualifier or comparison, her frame small and lithe, perfect for letting Satsuki lead except Satsuki knows she’s not going to do that. And Satsuki’s got experience with clueless boys who try to lead but don’t know how—Riko’s head and shoulders above them.
Satsuki’s still the better dancer, though, and she can grab back the lead; she doesn’t have to say that this is a demonstration (though that excuse will melt like candy stuck in her mouth too long, sooner rather than later) and that the boys need to see the taller person leading. Riko’s steps follow her, backwards and forwards, across the gym, and Satsuki wonders for a second what would happen if she were to place her hand lower, lower on Riko’s back. It’s less of a wonder and more of a knowledge that it’s not something she’d do at this point in this time and that Riko would push her right off. An intrusive thought, but is it really intrusive if she lets it in and opens the door for it, ushering it inside?
From the look on Riko’s face, perhaps Satsuki’s idle fantasies on bus rides when she gets bored with manipulating the statistics are closer to reality than she’d let herself believe. Staying on the safe side of the calculation in this instance, because the risk isn’t basketball; the risk is her and the risk is Riko. The risk blooming on her cheeks brighter than any makeup she’s ever worn, the risk in her hands on Riko’s waist, Riko leaning closer. The music slows, the way it does when they cut back to the main couple in a cheesy teen movie.
Satsuki doesn’t kiss Riko, nor does she wish she had. Their first kiss shouldn’t be in the middle of the gymnasium with her entire team.
Rather, she kisses Riko a week later, walking her home after scouting the younger Seirin players (a cover for scouting Riko, pausing in the notes neatly across her clipboard to look up and meet Riko’s eyes, the way Riko’s gaze immediately shifts in a way that she can’t even hide, the way Riko blows on her whistle a little bit too forcefully). They talk on the way, about what Satsuki can’t really remember too much. The kiss forces it all out of her mind.