Ship: Kagami/Himuro Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Original Work:link by kiyala Word Count: 430
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They did the whole thing out of order, but it’s not like life is a series of steps that go in sequence. They know that much already, at least, going all the way back to the days when it was just the two of them playing streetball until dark together, really. You’re supposed to meet and go on a date and have sex and fall in love and get to know each other, except they’d met and gotten to know each other and fallen in love and had sex and only now, two months after they’d started spending all the time together they could, are they going on their first official date.
Yes, the wedding had come near the end of the summer and they’d had training camp and basketball keeping them apart until now, but they could have just gotten it done right then, gone somewhere low key and bumped knees under the table because this was all so new. It’s still all so new, and Taiga wonders if that’s going to wear off. Probably some day, but he’d like to think there are infinite things to discover in Tatsuya, not enough to cram into their lifetimes even though they’re going to live until they’re at least a hundred and ten.
Instead of going straight to Tatsuya’s place, Taiga had gone back to the hotel to change into jeans and a hoodie; he sprays a little cologne on and hopes he doesn’t run into any of his teammates on the way down or he’ll never hear the end of it (hey, at least they're not going to this date on the subway, as much as Tatsuya would go for that; Tatsuya’s worth at least a cab on every date). He tells the cabbie to stop outside of Tatsuya’s room; it’s drizzling and Tatsuya under the half-burned lights on the front of his building, the rain dotting the air like freckles, sucks the air out of Taiga’s lungs.
“What?” says Tatsuya.
“Where you going?” says the cabbie.
“168 and Broadway.”
The cabbie sighs, and Taiga just looks at Tatsuya, trying to breathe and give him the answer just like this. Tatsuya smiles at him, soft and real in the dark and Taiga swallows.
“You smell pretty good,” Tatsuya says as they get out of the cab.
Taiga doesn’t really remember how the wings he gets taste, or the beer he gets or Tatsuya’s, which he gets a sip of, or the coffee they buy afterwards, but all of that is incidental, because all he wants to remember is Tatsuya.
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: 430
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They did the whole thing out of order, but it’s not like life is a series of steps that go in sequence. They know that much already, at least, going all the way back to the days when it was just the two of them playing streetball until dark together, really. You’re supposed to meet and go on a date and have sex and fall in love and get to know each other, except they’d met and gotten to know each other and fallen in love and had sex and only now, two months after they’d started spending all the time together they could, are they going on their first official date.
Yes, the wedding had come near the end of the summer and they’d had training camp and basketball keeping them apart until now, but they could have just gotten it done right then, gone somewhere low key and bumped knees under the table because this was all so new. It’s still all so new, and Taiga wonders if that’s going to wear off. Probably some day, but he’d like to think there are infinite things to discover in Tatsuya, not enough to cram into their lifetimes even though they’re going to live until they’re at least a hundred and ten.
Instead of going straight to Tatsuya’s place, Taiga had gone back to the hotel to change into jeans and a hoodie; he sprays a little cologne on and hopes he doesn’t run into any of his teammates on the way down or he’ll never hear the end of it (hey, at least they're not going to this date on the subway, as much as Tatsuya would go for that; Tatsuya’s worth at least a cab on every date). He tells the cabbie to stop outside of Tatsuya’s room; it’s drizzling and Tatsuya under the half-burned lights on the front of his building, the rain dotting the air like freckles, sucks the air out of Taiga’s lungs.
“What?” says Tatsuya.
“Where you going?” says the cabbie.
“168 and Broadway.”
The cabbie sighs, and Taiga just looks at Tatsuya, trying to breathe and give him the answer just like this. Tatsuya smiles at him, soft and real in the dark and Taiga swallows.
“You smell pretty good,” Tatsuya says as they get out of the cab.
Taiga doesn’t really remember how the wings he gets taste, or the beer he gets or Tatsuya’s, which he gets a sip of, or the coffee they buy afterwards, but all of that is incidental, because all he wants to remember is Tatsuya.