Ship: Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: None Other Tags: None Original Work:link by wino Word Count: 408
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Daiki is actively trying for him, and it's the cutest thing Tatsuya has ever seen.
There's no need for Tatsuya to be shy about this; he knows that Daiki has a crush on him, that Daiki wants him, and yeah, perhaps he's encouraged it along with a lingering look here, a well-timed bend there, but it doesn't really change the fact that in the end, Daiki has it so bad that he's actually trying to be a better person.
He wonders if this is all it would have taken back in high school, too. Perhaps it would have given Yosen an edge over Touou, however small, if Daiki's mind would go blank whenever Tatsuya bent to pick up a ball, the way it does when they're at practice together in their university's basketball club.
"Are you paying attention, Daiki?" Tatsuya asks, arching an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Daiki breathes, then shakes himself, blinking and forcing himself to look up, meeting Tatsuya's eyes. "Yes."
"So you'll repeat what I was just telling you?"
"Uhh." Daiki blinks, and Tatsuya can see the flush on his dark skin. "I…"
"I'm kidding," Tatsuya answers. "I wasn't telling you anything."
"Dick," Daiki says, with feeling. There's a look in his eyes, like they want to wander again and he's trying really hard not to give into the temptation. "How did Murasakibara deal with you, anyway?"
"I bribed him," Tatsuya replies easily, and takes a step closer to Daiki, right into his personal space. He smiles, slow and sly. "I'm good at figuring out what people want, you know. I'm pretty good at giving it to them."
It's fun, watching Daiki's brain short circuit. Almost as fun as making it short-circuit, but he figures that there's still some drills that the coach wants them to go through before they finish for the morning. Tatsuya isn't going to break Daiki any more. Yet.
"Come, Daiki," he murmurs, walking to where the rest of their teammates are huddling in front of their coach, who is flipping through pages on his clipboard with a light frown. His huddles are always a little too long for Tatsuya's liking, a little too boring. Even he can't feign polite interest the entire way through. He knows that Daiki is going to be even worse.
Daiki follows at his heels, and Tatsuya suspects that he doesn't even realise that he's doing it.
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by
Word Count: 408
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Daiki is actively trying for him, and it's the cutest thing Tatsuya has ever seen.
There's no need for Tatsuya to be shy about this; he knows that Daiki has a crush on him, that Daiki wants him, and yeah, perhaps he's encouraged it along with a lingering look here, a well-timed bend there, but it doesn't really change the fact that in the end, Daiki has it so bad that he's actually trying to be a better person.
He wonders if this is all it would have taken back in high school, too. Perhaps it would have given Yosen an edge over Touou, however small, if Daiki's mind would go blank whenever Tatsuya bent to pick up a ball, the way it does when they're at practice together in their university's basketball club.
"Are you paying attention, Daiki?" Tatsuya asks, arching an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Daiki breathes, then shakes himself, blinking and forcing himself to look up, meeting Tatsuya's eyes. "Yes."
"So you'll repeat what I was just telling you?"
"Uhh." Daiki blinks, and Tatsuya can see the flush on his dark skin. "I…"
"I'm kidding," Tatsuya answers. "I wasn't telling you anything."
"Dick," Daiki says, with feeling. There's a look in his eyes, like they want to wander again and he's trying really hard not to give into the temptation. "How did Murasakibara deal with you, anyway?"
"I bribed him," Tatsuya replies easily, and takes a step closer to Daiki, right into his personal space. He smiles, slow and sly. "I'm good at figuring out what people want, you know. I'm pretty good at giving it to them."
It's fun, watching Daiki's brain short circuit. Almost as fun as making it short-circuit, but he figures that there's still some drills that the coach wants them to go through before they finish for the morning. Tatsuya isn't going to break Daiki any more. Yet.
"Come, Daiki," he murmurs, walking to where the rest of their teammates are huddling in front of their coach, who is flipping through pages on his clipboard with a light frown. His huddles are always a little too long for Tatsuya's liking, a little too boring. Even he can't feign polite interest the entire way through. He knows that Daiki is going to be even worse.
Daiki follows at his heels, and Tatsuya suspects that he doesn't even realise that he's doing it.
This is going to be a lot of fun.