Ship: Aomine/Kise Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Word Count: 406
idk what direction this went in
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“You’re not there yet,” Aomine says.
Kise pouts, even though it’s true; even though he can copy anything but the other starters’ moves he still wants to be on Aomine’s level already. Soccer had been easy, swimming and tennis laughably so, but basketball is hard. There’s a steep learning curve, the jagged edge of the mountain and Kise has no one to copy to figure out how to climb it. He can only grasp at a little more every day, slowly think less and less about the day when basketball will fail to interest him.
“Keep trying,” says Aomine, dribbling a ball between his legs, and Kise watches him, fast across the court, the relaxed posture, the easy moves like it’s easier for him tow alk with a basketball in his hands than without, like he was born to do this.
Kise’s not as optimistic as he pretends to be, but it’s hard for him to take this badly. Even though basketball is a challenge and even though it seems like Aomine’s growing faster than he is with less room at the top for growth, Aomine’s still letting Kise face off against him. They still have their one on ones; Aomine says he’s not good enough, not there, but it’s not yet. Because he will be, and Aomine’s already recognized that, his potential, the place they’ll someday meet. The time when Kise won’t be looking up at him and when it won’t be weird to confess his crush, like he won’t be coming into anything (if anything happens, but from the way Aomine looks at him—if it’s still anywhere close to that in this future, then something ought to) with a disadvantage, like the scales are uneven.
It still seems far off, though, like when he was a kid and his older sisters got to stay out late and go places with their friends he wasn’t allowed to because he had to be home for dinner and in bed early and it had seemed like he’d never be old enough, or that the goalposts would keep moving because his sisters always got to do and be more. But it’s not that bad, and even Kise’s learned a little patience along the way, patience and work. Just waiting won’t do shit; the only thing that will bring him closer is work. Effort, as much as he hates to show it. But Kise wants this badly enough.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 406
idk what direction this went in
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“You’re not there yet,” Aomine says.
Kise pouts, even though it’s true; even though he can copy anything but the other starters’ moves he still wants to be on Aomine’s level already. Soccer had been easy, swimming and tennis laughably so, but basketball is hard. There’s a steep learning curve, the jagged edge of the mountain and Kise has no one to copy to figure out how to climb it. He can only grasp at a little more every day, slowly think less and less about the day when basketball will fail to interest him.
“Keep trying,” says Aomine, dribbling a ball between his legs, and Kise watches him, fast across the court, the relaxed posture, the easy moves like it’s easier for him tow alk with a basketball in his hands than without, like he was born to do this.
Kise’s not as optimistic as he pretends to be, but it’s hard for him to take this badly. Even though basketball is a challenge and even though it seems like Aomine’s growing faster than he is with less room at the top for growth, Aomine’s still letting Kise face off against him. They still have their one on ones; Aomine says he’s not good enough, not there, but it’s not yet. Because he will be, and Aomine’s already recognized that, his potential, the place they’ll someday meet. The time when Kise won’t be looking up at him and when it won’t be weird to confess his crush, like he won’t be coming into anything (if anything happens, but from the way Aomine looks at him—if it’s still anywhere close to that in this future, then something ought to) with a disadvantage, like the scales are uneven.
It still seems far off, though, like when he was a kid and his older sisters got to stay out late and go places with their friends he wasn’t allowed to because he had to be home for dinner and in bed early and it had seemed like he’d never be old enough, or that the goalposts would keep moving because his sisters always got to do and be more. But it’s not that bad, and even Kise’s learned a little patience along the way, patience and work. Just waiting won’t do shit; the only thing that will bring him closer is work. Effort, as much as he hates to show it. But Kise wants this badly enough.