Ship: Momoi/Riko, Aomine & Momoi Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: none Other Tags: tiny crossover with Free, blink and you’ll miss it Original Work:here by moetushie Word Count: 408
...I DON’T WANT AOMINE TO DESTROY MOMOI. LET HER BE OLD AND HAPPY WITH RIKO OKAY.
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Momoi rocks peacefully in her chair, watching the world pass by their front porch. Retirement has been kind to Momoi; the grey in her hair has silvered under the sunshine, mingling with the faded peach pink as if it’s one of those ombre hair washes that are so popular these days. She wears glasses now, perched on the end of her nose, and her hands are spotted with age but Riko still thinks she’s beautiful.
Retiring together to a beachfront property was a good choice. As long as they’d remained in Japan, the new successors would’ve kept looking to them for guidance and their every decision would’ve been compared to what Momoi or Riko would’ve done. This far away, they are sooner forgotten and their shared world becomes sweet and peaceful.
“I made us some more green tea,” Riko says as she carries the tray out carefully. She sets it down on the small, round table between their chairs and Momoi smiles at her in thanks. There are wrinkles in the corners of her mouth, her skin sagging with age, and crows’ feet radiating out from her eyes but she is soft everywhere. Taut skin and high, large breasts have given up the fight against age but her skin is still soft, powdered with rose-scented talcum and pliable under Riko’s hands during the nights.
“Let me pour, Aida,” Momoi says as she leans over. She wraps one hand around the handle of the jug and the other over its belly, carefully supporting it in her shaking hands as she fills both glasses halfway. The green tea is a gift from home, sent from Aomine who too has retired but has never forgotten to whom he owes everything, and the two old women savor every sip.
“The boy with the black hair and sunglasses,” Momoi says as she nods in the direction of a broad-shouldered boy sitting on the beach. “I think he’s in love with that other boy, the one with the pink-red hair and sharp teeth.”
“You’re an incurable romantic, Satsuki,” Riko teases as she reaches over to give Momoi’s hand a fond squeeze. “And at your age too!”
“There’s no age at which I wouldn’t love you, Aida,” Momoi says so sweetly that it makes Riko’s cheeks pink slightly.
All those years and Momoi still makes her blush. She squeezes Momoi’s hand again and says, “I hope they’ll be as happy as we are.”
FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: tiny crossover with Free, blink and you’ll miss it
Original Work: here by
Word Count: 408
...I DON’T WANT AOMINE TO DESTROY MOMOI. LET HER BE OLD AND HAPPY WITH RIKO OKAY.
***
Momoi rocks peacefully in her chair, watching the world pass by their front porch. Retirement has been kind to Momoi; the grey in her hair has silvered under the sunshine, mingling with the faded peach pink as if it’s one of those ombre hair washes that are so popular these days. She wears glasses now, perched on the end of her nose, and her hands are spotted with age but Riko still thinks she’s beautiful.
Retiring together to a beachfront property was a good choice. As long as they’d remained in Japan, the new successors would’ve kept looking to them for guidance and their every decision would’ve been compared to what Momoi or Riko would’ve done. This far away, they are sooner forgotten and their shared world becomes sweet and peaceful.
“I made us some more green tea,” Riko says as she carries the tray out carefully. She sets it down on the small, round table between their chairs and Momoi smiles at her in thanks. There are wrinkles in the corners of her mouth, her skin sagging with age, and crows’ feet radiating out from her eyes but she is soft everywhere. Taut skin and high, large breasts have given up the fight against age but her skin is still soft, powdered with rose-scented talcum and pliable under Riko’s hands during the nights.
“Let me pour, Aida,” Momoi says as she leans over. She wraps one hand around the handle of the jug and the other over its belly, carefully supporting it in her shaking hands as she fills both glasses halfway. The green tea is a gift from home, sent from Aomine who too has retired but has never forgotten to whom he owes everything, and the two old women savor every sip.
“The boy with the black hair and sunglasses,” Momoi says as she nods in the direction of a broad-shouldered boy sitting on the beach. “I think he’s in love with that other boy, the one with the pink-red hair and sharp teeth.”
“You’re an incurable romantic, Satsuki,” Riko teases as she reaches over to give Momoi’s hand a fond squeeze. “And at your age too!”
“There’s no age at which I wouldn’t love you, Aida,” Momoi says so sweetly that it makes Riko’s cheeks pink slightly.
All those years and Momoi still makes her blush. She squeezes Momoi’s hand again and says, “I hope they’ll be as happy as we are.”