Title: a still night Ship/Character: Kagami/Himuro Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: None Other Tags: KNB x NBA, swearing Word Count: 420 Remix Permission:See Permissions Sheet
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The game goes into four overtimes, and Tatsuya gets home even later than usual, even later than usual for a playoff game. At least by the time the day rolls over into the morning the night has cooled off a bit, and the walk to his apartment building from the garage where he parks his car isn’t unpleasant. It’s only May, but the seasons have finally decided to play catch-up after four straight months of 50-degree weather. In the dark, on the side street, white and pink and green blossoms on the trees stand out in bright contrast, catching the light from a few windows and open lobby doors and the outsides of buildings. The night is as quiet as it ever gets here; only a few other people had left the subway station with Tatsuya, and even on Broadway only a few cars and trucks passed by.
As the elevator makes its way up, Tatsuya scrolls through his phone. He hadn’t gotten a chance to check out the results of the other games--one out on the west coast, still going on, and one not so far away at all, Taiga’s bulls against the Sixers in Philly. Taiga had a triple-double, and the reception’s too shitty to load his highlight reel. Tatsuya yawns as the elevator reaches his floor. The adrenaline’s wearing off and it’s really, really fucking late. He’s got practice tomorrow, and then they’ll leave for Miami in the afternoon, but he doesn’t want to go to sleep.
He’d left the windows open and a cool breeze is coming through; once he takes off his suit jacket and rolls up his sleeves it almost feels nice. He should watch Taiga’s highlight reel, but his phone screen is small and he’d much rather talk to Taiga, even if it’s just on the phone.
Two rings, and Taiga picks up. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Tatsuya says. “Triple-double, huh?”
“You got one too,” Taiga points out.
“I got almost two extra quarters,” says Tatsuya.
Tatsuya can hear Taiga shrug and pass off the fight from the other end of the line. He smiles.
“I wish I could be there,” Taiga says, his voice quieter.
“Me too,” says Taiga. “You can be, if you win your series and we win ours.”
(As if either of them needs the extra motivation, as if either of them doesn’t have it already coursing through their veins.)
“I’ll hold you to it,” says Taiga.
They stay on the line a little longer, no sound but the quiet night.
Fill: Team Grandstand, T
Ship/Character: Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: KNB x NBA, swearing
Word Count: 420
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet
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The game goes into four overtimes, and Tatsuya gets home even later than usual, even later than usual for a playoff game. At least by the time the day rolls over into the morning the night has cooled off a bit, and the walk to his apartment building from the garage where he parks his car isn’t unpleasant. It’s only May, but the seasons have finally decided to play catch-up after four straight months of 50-degree weather. In the dark, on the side street, white and pink and green blossoms on the trees stand out in bright contrast, catching the light from a few windows and open lobby doors and the outsides of buildings. The night is as quiet as it ever gets here; only a few other people had left the subway station with Tatsuya, and even on Broadway only a few cars and trucks passed by.
As the elevator makes its way up, Tatsuya scrolls through his phone. He hadn’t gotten a chance to check out the results of the other games--one out on the west coast, still going on, and one not so far away at all, Taiga’s bulls against the Sixers in Philly.
Taiga had a triple-double, and the reception’s too shitty to load his highlight reel. Tatsuya yawns as the elevator reaches his floor. The adrenaline’s wearing off and it’s really, really fucking late. He’s got practice tomorrow, and then they’ll leave for Miami in the afternoon, but he doesn’t want to go to sleep.
He’d left the windows open and a cool breeze is coming through; once he takes off his suit jacket and rolls up his sleeves it almost feels nice. He should watch Taiga’s highlight reel, but his phone screen is small and he’d much rather talk to Taiga, even if it’s just on the phone.
Two rings, and Taiga picks up. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Tatsuya says. “Triple-double, huh?”
“You got one too,” Taiga points out.
“I got almost two extra quarters,” says Tatsuya.
Tatsuya can hear Taiga shrug and pass off the fight from the other end of the line. He smiles.
“I wish I could be there,” Taiga says, his voice quieter.
“Me too,” says Taiga. “You can be, if you win your series and we win ours.”
(As if either of them needs the extra motivation, as if either of them doesn’t have it already coursing through their veins.)
“I’ll hold you to it,” says Taiga.
They stay on the line a little longer, no sound but the quiet night.