Ship: Kagami/Himuro Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Original Work:link by kiyala Word Count: 424
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“Dad gave me money to fly someone out,” says Taiga. “So come.”
“Taiga,” says Tatsuya, but there’s no way he can say no, not even over the phone, not when he can hear it in Taiga’s voice how much he wants him there; he’s always had difficulty denying Taiga anything especially when he so rarely asks for it.
“Is that a yes?”
Tatsuya laughs. “Demanding, aren’t we? That’s a yes.”
“I want you here,” says Taiga, his voice crumbling like a piece of rich pound cake in Tatsuya’s hands and, oh.
“Yeah,” says Tatsuya softly. “Yeah.”
His thumb traces over the chain around his neck, where it’s been repaired, where the material doesn’t quite match, where it looks only a few shades lighter but the difference shines through, where the seams of each link are a little bit off.
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Taiga had looked so certain when they’d said goodbye that Tatsuya would be hesitant to say he looks even more certain now, except the more he looks at Taiga the more he’d say that. Taiga’s bigger, stronger, definitely taller and broader than he is now; he holds Tatsuya in a hug that goes a little too long and his voice is firmer; he acts like he knows what he’s doing, like he knows his way around. Like maybe he’s at home in this city that’s completely alien to Tatsuya with its functional public transportation system and the different distribution of neighborhoods, except when they get into the apartment, tastefully but minimally decorated, and Taiga pulls him down onto the couch, and hugs him again, this feels different. Like a release.
"I missed you so much,” Taiga whispers into his neck. “I’m so glad you came, Tatsuya.”
Tatsuya’s heart feels like it’s overflowing, like too much something has been pumped in and he can barely breathe, and forget every resolution he’d made about controlling his feelings because they’re controlling him, making his pulse pound wildly, making him breathe in the smell of Taiga, so familiar and comforting, focus on that.
“I missed you, too, Taiga,” Tatsuya says, only it comes out less light than he’d intended, and that tone catches in Taiga’s ears.
He pulls back, looking into Tatsuya’s face, searching for something, until he seems to find it and then comes forward, leaning in slowly enough for Tatsuya to pull away if he wants to. He should want to; this is a terrible fucking idea; they haven’t even played basketball yet—he lets those thoughts immobilize him until Taiga’s mouth, soft and warm, is on his.
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: 424
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“Dad gave me money to fly someone out,” says Taiga. “So come.”
“Taiga,” says Tatsuya, but there’s no way he can say no, not even over the phone, not when he can hear it in Taiga’s voice how much he wants him there; he’s always had difficulty denying Taiga anything especially when he so rarely asks for it.
“Is that a yes?”
Tatsuya laughs. “Demanding, aren’t we? That’s a yes.”
“I want you here,” says Taiga, his voice crumbling like a piece of rich pound cake in Tatsuya’s hands and, oh.
“Yeah,” says Tatsuya softly. “Yeah.”
His thumb traces over the chain around his neck, where it’s been repaired, where the material doesn’t quite match, where it looks only a few shades lighter but the difference shines through, where the seams of each link are a little bit off.
*
Taiga had looked so certain when they’d said goodbye that Tatsuya would be hesitant to say he looks even more certain now, except the more he looks at Taiga the more he’d say that. Taiga’s bigger, stronger, definitely taller and broader than he is now; he holds Tatsuya in a hug that goes a little too long and his voice is firmer; he acts like he knows what he’s doing, like he knows his way around. Like maybe he’s at home in this city that’s completely alien to Tatsuya with its functional public transportation system and the different distribution of neighborhoods, except when they get into the apartment, tastefully but minimally decorated, and Taiga pulls him down onto the couch, and hugs him again, this feels different. Like a release.
"I missed you so much,” Taiga whispers into his neck. “I’m so glad you came, Tatsuya.”
Tatsuya’s heart feels like it’s overflowing, like too much something has been pumped in and he can barely breathe, and forget every resolution he’d made about controlling his feelings because they’re controlling him, making his pulse pound wildly, making him breathe in the smell of Taiga, so familiar and comforting, focus on that.
“I missed you, too, Taiga,” Tatsuya says, only it comes out less light than he’d intended, and that tone catches in Taiga’s ears.
He pulls back, looking into Tatsuya’s face, searching for something, until he seems to find it and then comes forward, leaning in slowly enough for Tatsuya to pull away if he wants to. He should want to; this is a terrible fucking idea; they haven’t even played basketball yet—he lets those thoughts immobilize him until Taiga’s mouth, soft and warm, is on his.