Ship: Akashi/Mayuzumi Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Word Count: 427
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Seijuurou probably knows he’s here. Okay, he definitely knows Chihiro’s here; it had been in the way he’d laughed on the phone when he’d told Chihiro he would be coming in from Kyoto, the way he’d asked Chihiro if he’d come to the game like he’d already known the answer, so Chihiro didn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing a no if Seijuurou was so damn sure about everything. And, well, no would have been the answer, regardless of what Chihiro ended up doing, because he can’t just let Seijuurou think he’s going to drop everything, all of his college stuff and his job, just to watch a damn basketball game because Seijuurou’s in it.
He’d just happened to be free today; that’s all. And he’d come alone, because he’s not going to let anyone know he’s going to see his high school classmate. Who is also his boyfriend. Who is definitely going to meet him for a date afterwards, or at least he’d suggested as much, which for someone like Seijuurou is an order to be there. Chihiro resents that a little, but it also means Seijuurou’s paying, so he won’t say no to that.
*
“Did you enjoy the game?” says Seijuurou.
The restaurant is fairly quiet, crowded but sedate, and somehow even though it had seemed like half the goddamn city had come out to see this stupid game no one here is asking Seijuurou for his autograph. (Chihiro’s not sure if he’d be revolted or if he’d just laugh about it if it happened.)
“Who says I went?”
Seijuurou smiles and sips his water, and Chihiro wants to grind his teeth. He does not; he shrugs instead.
“It was fine. Too offense-heavy. I’m surprised you didn’t focus on D for a team like that.”
“The best defense is a good offense,” says Seijuurou.
“Not enough defensive players at your disposal?” says Chihiro.
Seijuurou doesn't take the bait, and that’s no fun. Not until his knuckles bump the end of Chihiro’s knee under the table, and by the time Chihiro’s hand reaches over to capture them they’re gone. Chihiro checks his watch; they’ve been here long enough. They’re together so rarely, and he has no particular desire to spend their time, as it winds down, in a restaurant with other people all around them.
“Could I have the check?” Seijuurou asks as the waiter comes around again.
Chihiro is rarely grateful for Seijuurou’s tendency to act like he can read minds, but it does come in handy some of the time. Not very often, though.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 427
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Seijuurou probably knows he’s here. Okay, he definitely knows Chihiro’s here; it had been in the way he’d laughed on the phone when he’d told Chihiro he would be coming in from Kyoto, the way he’d asked Chihiro if he’d come to the game like he’d already known the answer, so Chihiro didn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing a no if Seijuurou was so damn sure about everything. And, well, no would have been the answer, regardless of what Chihiro ended up doing, because he can’t just let Seijuurou think he’s going to drop everything, all of his college stuff and his job, just to watch a damn basketball game because Seijuurou’s in it.
He’d just happened to be free today; that’s all. And he’d come alone, because he’s not going to let anyone know he’s going to see his high school classmate. Who is also his boyfriend. Who is definitely going to meet him for a date afterwards, or at least he’d suggested as much, which for someone like Seijuurou is an order to be there. Chihiro resents that a little, but it also means Seijuurou’s paying, so he won’t say no to that.
*
“Did you enjoy the game?” says Seijuurou.
The restaurant is fairly quiet, crowded but sedate, and somehow even though it had seemed like half the goddamn city had come out to see this stupid game no one here is asking Seijuurou for his autograph. (Chihiro’s not sure if he’d be revolted or if he’d just laugh about it if it happened.)
“Who says I went?”
Seijuurou smiles and sips his water, and Chihiro wants to grind his teeth. He does not; he shrugs instead.
“It was fine. Too offense-heavy. I’m surprised you didn’t focus on D for a team like that.”
“The best defense is a good offense,” says Seijuurou.
“Not enough defensive players at your disposal?” says Chihiro.
Seijuurou doesn't take the bait, and that’s no fun. Not until his knuckles bump the end of Chihiro’s knee under the table, and by the time Chihiro’s hand reaches over to capture them they’re gone. Chihiro checks his watch; they’ve been here long enough. They’re together so rarely, and he has no particular desire to spend their time, as it winds down, in a restaurant with other people all around them.
“Could I have the check?” Seijuurou asks as the waiter comes around again.
Chihiro is rarely grateful for Seijuurou’s tendency to act like he can read minds, but it does come in handy some of the time. Not very often, though.