Ship: Nijimura/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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The problem with them both, Tatsuya thinks to himself, is the fact that they're both just as hotheaded and stubborn as each other. They don’t like to admit when they’re wrong, and Tatsuya at least doesn’t like to be the first one to crack even when he knows it’s his fault. Shuu’s slightly better at that, out of long-held habits he can’t shake about keeping things together and being a little bit afraid of Tatsuya running off and doing something stupid. They’re a long way away from that, but Tatsuya can’t really say he blames Shuu for that (another thing that’s his fault, but this he’ll admit, for having been such a goddamn difficult teenager).
Tatsuya had wanted to leave to get some fresh air right after they’d fought but that’s the coward’s way out and he still doesn’t want to worry Shuu, so he’d waited an hour and closed the door quietly behind him instead of slamming it because he’s an adult, and gone to the bodega and eaten a mediocre turkey sandwich in the median and watched the cars pass him by and ignored the old man asking if he could spare a cigarette or money to buy some because he doesn’t really feel like talking to anyone.
Except for Shuu, with whom he’s only going to argue, only wants to argue the same points over and over again, going nowhere until their throats are raw from shouting, but he still gets up and throws the waxed paper in the trash and goes back home and doesn’t talk to Shuu there, until he can’t stand it anymore and he can hear the coffee grinder in the kitchen. He stands in the doorway for a second, watches the tension in Shuu’s shoulders, the way he slaps the coffee grinder to get all the loose grounds out.
“Shuu,” Tatsuya says and then Shuu’s reaching for him, and Tatsuya takes the offered hand and they pull each other into a hug.
It’s not enough to solve the issues; it’s a start and it says they’re both at least willing to go from there. Somewhere.
“I’m sorry,” says Tatsuya. “I wish I knew when to stop, instead of just poking at things and making them worse."
Shuu sighs. “You’re going to do what you’re going to do.”
“I’m sorry anyway,” says Tatsuya, keeping his breath steady; he apologizes too much and not enough and in the wrong ways and—
“I accept,” says Shuu, kissing his forehead, and Tatsuya shuts his eyes briefly against Shuu’s shoulder.
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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The problem with them both, Tatsuya thinks to himself, is the fact that they're both just as hotheaded and stubborn as each other. They don’t like to admit when they’re wrong, and Tatsuya at least doesn’t like to be the first one to crack even when he knows it’s his fault. Shuu’s slightly better at that, out of long-held habits he can’t shake about keeping things together and being a little bit afraid of Tatsuya running off and doing something stupid. They’re a long way away from that, but Tatsuya can’t really say he blames Shuu for that (another thing that’s his fault, but this he’ll admit, for having been such a goddamn difficult teenager).
Tatsuya had wanted to leave to get some fresh air right after they’d fought but that’s the coward’s way out and he still doesn’t want to worry Shuu, so he’d waited an hour and closed the door quietly behind him instead of slamming it because he’s an adult, and gone to the bodega and eaten a mediocre turkey sandwich in the median and watched the cars pass him by and ignored the old man asking if he could spare a cigarette or money to buy some because he doesn’t really feel like talking to anyone.
Except for Shuu, with whom he’s only going to argue, only wants to argue the same points over and over again, going nowhere until their throats are raw from shouting, but he still gets up and throws the waxed paper in the trash and goes back home and doesn’t talk to Shuu there, until he can’t stand it anymore and he can hear the coffee grinder in the kitchen. He stands in the doorway for a second, watches the tension in Shuu’s shoulders, the way he slaps the coffee grinder to get all the loose grounds out.
“Shuu,” Tatsuya says and then Shuu’s reaching for him, and Tatsuya takes the offered hand and they pull each other into a hug.
It’s not enough to solve the issues; it’s a start and it says they’re both at least willing to go from there. Somewhere.
“I’m sorry,” says Tatsuya. “I wish I knew when to stop, instead of just poking at things and making them worse."
Shuu sighs. “You’re going to do what you’re going to do.”
“I’m sorry anyway,” says Tatsuya, keeping his breath steady; he apologizes too much and not enough and in the wrong ways and—
“I accept,” says Shuu, kissing his forehead, and Tatsuya shuts his eyes briefly against Shuu’s shoulder.