Ship: Kagami/Himuro Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Original Work:link by kiyala Word Count: 420
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Alex probably never had to tell them to look like they were in love in the first place. Taiga had probably been doing it all along, even when he hadn’t wanted to let himself; maybe Tatsuya had wanted that kind of permission but it’s not like Taiga can pretend not to see it once he’s started. The way Tatsuya looks a second too long, the ghost of a smile on his lips, his hand so snugly in Taiga’s even before they had admitted anything.
Once, Taiga had heard about ballroom dancing couples doing better, knowing each other in every sense, people whose shared love of dance had led them to a love of each other. More, many times since then, he has heard of dancing that rips couples apart, the anger that simmers beneath the swift crack of their shoes against the wood floors, holding each other close with intensity in their eyes that could be mistaken for love, focus for adoration. He had asked Alex about that and she had sighed and told him that people remember the drama more than they remember the happy stories, because happy stories can seem boring and draw jealousy when they don’t happen to you.
It’s not that he and Tatsuya don’t fight; even in the middle of competitions they’ve argued about stupid shit, less stupid shit, serious shit. It doesn’t make them love each other any less; it doesn’t make them any less willing to cooperate and compete; it doesn’t change the intensity in their eyes and doesn’t make the yearning as they swap outfits in the dressing room any less intense, at least on Taiga’s end. (They always make up before they have sex, though; sex isn’t a problem solver or anything that can stave off the feelings.) And while a win can smooth things over, especially when they’re fighting about dance-related stuff, it’s never enough on its own.
But always, the fighting never wears down the base of trust that’s there, the trust that Tatsuya has in Taiga to lift him up in the air over his head like it’s effortless, spin him out and dip him back, the trust that Taiga has in Tatsuya to do his moves in a mirror, dance backwards first and then push the courage forward for him to move backwards. The shaking muscles, aching feet with blisters from shoes that haven’t quite worn in yet, reciprocal care to the bodies that don’t look quite so flawless out from under the lights and glitter.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
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Original Work: link by
Word Count: 420
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Alex probably never had to tell them to look like they were in love in the first place. Taiga had probably been doing it all along, even when he hadn’t wanted to let himself; maybe Tatsuya had wanted that kind of permission but it’s not like Taiga can pretend not to see it once he’s started. The way Tatsuya looks a second too long, the ghost of a smile on his lips, his hand so snugly in Taiga’s even before they had admitted anything.
Once, Taiga had heard about ballroom dancing couples doing better, knowing each other in every sense, people whose shared love of dance had led them to a love of each other. More, many times since then, he has heard of dancing that rips couples apart, the anger that simmers beneath the swift crack of their shoes against the wood floors, holding each other close with intensity in their eyes that could be mistaken for love, focus for adoration. He had asked Alex about that and she had sighed and told him that people remember the drama more than they remember the happy stories, because happy stories can seem boring and draw jealousy when they don’t happen to you.
It’s not that he and Tatsuya don’t fight; even in the middle of competitions they’ve argued about stupid shit, less stupid shit, serious shit. It doesn’t make them love each other any less; it doesn’t make them any less willing to cooperate and compete; it doesn’t change the intensity in their eyes and doesn’t make the yearning as they swap outfits in the dressing room any less intense, at least on Taiga’s end. (They always make up before they have sex, though; sex isn’t a problem solver or anything that can stave off the feelings.) And while a win can smooth things over, especially when they’re fighting about dance-related stuff, it’s never enough on its own.
But always, the fighting never wears down the base of trust that’s there, the trust that Tatsuya has in Taiga to lift him up in the air over his head like it’s effortless, spin him out and dip him back, the trust that Taiga has in Tatsuya to do his moves in a mirror, dance backwards first and then push the courage forward for him to move backwards. The shaking muscles, aching feet with blisters from shoes that haven’t quite worn in yet, reciprocal care to the bodies that don’t look quite so flawless out from under the lights and glitter.