Ship: Aomine/Midorima Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Word Count: 416
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Aomine’s fucking tired today, and he’s pretty sure Midorima won’t be home before he gets there. He texts that he’s picking up dinner at the fast-food joint on the corner (he only goes there as often as he does because of their loyalty program, something Midorima says doesn’t actually save him that much money since if he didn’t go there as much he would spend less money instead of spending more for the free large fries, but whatever, it tastes good). Midorima doesn’t answer; Aomine’s sure he’s still at work.
He’s not, though; when Aomine arrives at home Midorima is on the couch, his computer open, running his numbers in that stupid graphing program.
“Babe, you're here early.”
He kisses Midorima’s cheek, and Midorima barely reacts. “I have to fun these numbers; I won’t be able to do any experiments tomorrow if I don’t do this now.”
Aomine rolls his eyes. “You said that last night, and the night before. Why can’t you do your numbers when you’re on the clock? That’s part of the job description, too.”
“It has to get done,” says Midorima.
“Yeah, but what happens if your experiments get pushed back one day? You’re not even close to putting out a paper, right? So one day shouldn’t make a difference.”
“But if I can—”
“You have to take care of yourself,” says Aomine, snapping the laptop shut and snatching it away (he’s still too fast for Midorima; their too-occasional basketball sessions have already proved that).
“I need to do work,” says Midorima. “Give it back.”
“Babe, listen,” says Aomine. “You do this every damn day. You don’t get paid for it. You’re not going to get fired and the work’s not going to fail if you just, you know, spend time with your boyfriend and eat dinner without one hand on the mouse for one day. I just…I’m trying to make time for you, and I want this relationship to work.”
“Oh,” says Midorima.
He doesn’t reach for the laptop again, and Aomine puts it back, offering his hand to Midorima instead. After one second, one more glance at the laptop and its pulsing light, he reaches back, and Aomine squeezes his fingers.
“Hey, you’ve had a long day. Relax. I brought you some food.”
Midorima nods. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” says Aomine, kissing his cheek. “Just be here with me now. Tell me about the horoscopes or something.”
Midorima nods, and they make their way to the kitchen.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
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Word Count: 416
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Aomine’s fucking tired today, and he’s pretty sure Midorima won’t be home before he gets there. He texts that he’s picking up dinner at the fast-food joint on the corner (he only goes there as often as he does because of their loyalty program, something Midorima says doesn’t actually save him that much money since if he didn’t go there as much he would spend less money instead of spending more for the free large fries, but whatever, it tastes good). Midorima doesn’t answer; Aomine’s sure he’s still at work.
He’s not, though; when Aomine arrives at home Midorima is on the couch, his computer open, running his numbers in that stupid graphing program.
“Babe, you're here early.”
He kisses Midorima’s cheek, and Midorima barely reacts. “I have to fun these numbers; I won’t be able to do any experiments tomorrow if I don’t do this now.”
Aomine rolls his eyes. “You said that last night, and the night before. Why can’t you do your numbers when you’re on the clock? That’s part of the job description, too.”
“It has to get done,” says Midorima.
“Yeah, but what happens if your experiments get pushed back one day? You’re not even close to putting out a paper, right? So one day shouldn’t make a difference.”
“But if I can—”
“You have to take care of yourself,” says Aomine, snapping the laptop shut and snatching it away (he’s still too fast for Midorima; their too-occasional basketball sessions have already proved that).
“I need to do work,” says Midorima. “Give it back.”
“Babe, listen,” says Aomine. “You do this every damn day. You don’t get paid for it. You’re not going to get fired and the work’s not going to fail if you just, you know, spend time with your boyfriend and eat dinner without one hand on the mouse for one day. I just…I’m trying to make time for you, and I want this relationship to work.”
“Oh,” says Midorima.
He doesn’t reach for the laptop again, and Aomine puts it back, offering his hand to Midorima instead. After one second, one more glance at the laptop and its pulsing light, he reaches back, and Aomine squeezes his fingers.
“Hey, you’ve had a long day. Relax. I brought you some food.”
Midorima nods. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” says Aomine, kissing his cheek. “Just be here with me now. Tell me about the horoscopes or something.”
Midorima nods, and they make their way to the kitchen.