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FILL : TEAM GRANDSTAND, T
Ship/Character: Nijimura Shûzô/Haizaki Shôgo
Additional Characters: Mentions of Akashi Seijûrô
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None?
Other Tags: rated T for swearing, very brief mentions of underage sex like blink and you'll miss it, omegaverse, somewhat canon compliant otherwise for Teikô middle school arc, angst, break up?
Word Count: 1478 words
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I guess the ending of his stay at the school works?? And it started at school?? Idk I tried. Omega!Haizaki and Alpha!Nijimura
***
Shogo hit the screen, hanging up with his soon-to-be former middle school’s secretary. The phone bounced on the bed before disappearing.
“FUCK!”
A protest barely muffled by the thin walls of the apartment resonated.
“Hey! Language, young man!”
He forced himself to wait and take a few breaths to calm himself.
“Sorry, mom!”
He turned around and located his phone laying on his bedroom floor.
It lit up. The picture of a scowling black-haired teenager stared back at him.
Incoming Call : Captain 𝚨 Bastard
This time, he kept his reaction to the confines of his mind.
His thumb hovered over the screen. Conflicting emotions were running wild, brain and heart at war against each other pleading for him to take contradicting actions.
Eventually, the screen turned to black and Shogo let out a breath.
He went about leaving the phone on his desk before setting up the table for dinner when it vibrated in his hand.
Against his better judgment, he turned on the screen to read the notification.
Captain 𝚨 Bastard : Answer.
More were quick to come.
Captain 𝚨 Bastard : You think that because I have been around lately I wouldn’t know you’ve been skipping practice??
Captain 𝚨 Bastard : SHO, A FUCKIN WEEK??
The fast coming Line messages had blended together, rendering it impossible to read them anymore on his locked screen. Combining it with the incessant vibrating sensation on his hand, his emotions still heightened in his post-heat got the better of him.
He opened the app and didn’t even bother reading the rest before sending his own.
Me : I WAS IN HEAT YOU FUCKING 𝚨-HOLE
The vibrations came to an abrupt stop and Shôgo took a moment to bask in the satisfaction of having succeeded in shutting him up.
The moment, as he should have known, was short-lived.
Incoming Call : Captain 𝚨 Bastard
The sight that he made seemed to come from deep inside him.
“I don’t wanna talk to you. Get a fucking clue.”
He slid his thumb down on the screen and put his phone on No Disturbing mode for good measure.
Before, he would have been too worried of the repercussions to do that, or too guilty.
Before, that is.
He exited the Principal’s office where he had stayed far too long for his liking, but it was finally done.
In his relief, he gave a nod to the secretary having seemingly forgotten their last phone spar and quickly made his way to the school gates under the stares of students and staff alike. He gritted his teeth.
Damn fucking post-heat scent. Fucking presentation with its stronger than usual potency that ran through normal patches faster than it should be allowed.
He glared around him.
No, he was not doing it on purpose. He just couldn’t afford anything other than the prescribed generic patches because they were the only ones covered by the insurance.
He was almost out when he stopped dead in his tracks.
His basketball stuff. His locker.
He closed his eyes.
Fuck.
He changed his course and hurried to gym 1. He glanced at the clock and was reassured to read that it was only 2:30pm, giving him 30 minutes to gather his stuff and get the hell out of this rising nightmare for good.
He slammed the door open and grabbed his shoes first, threw his deodorant inside one and pondered over the practicability of carrying it all in his arms.
And he couldn’t afford to leave anything behind.
His eyes wandered around the room, hoping that one of his ex-teammates might have left a plastic bag somewhere. He threw a quick glance to the empty showers before resigning himself to his fate.
When he got back to his locker however, he wasn’t alone anymore.
A familiar boy was leaning against the locker beside his.
Shôgo levelled a glare to match up the other’s.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing.”
He snorted as he collected his belongings.
Grey eyes squinted at him.
“Are you quitting?”
His hand hesitated before going back to its task.
“None of your business.”
“Hey! I’m still your Captain.”
Shôgo threw his head back as he laughed, unknowingly flashing the jewels-embedded high quality leather collar his scumbag sire had been quick to ship him once the school had congratulated him on his son’s new status.
He shook his head, a smirk on his lips.
“You’re full of shit, that’s what you are.”
Nijimura extended a hand towards him which he was quick to avoid.
He didn’t insist. Instead, he stared as he quickly filled his arms with the content in his locker.
Shôgo turned to the door and thought it was the end of it.
Well, so much for that.
The dark-haired boy quickly passed by him and stood in the door frame, arms crossed.
For fuck’s sake.
“Now you’re gonna tell me what’s going on.”
“No. Now move aside, I’m leaving.”
“I don’t want to.”
“For fuck’s sake.”
“Sho, come on, just talk to me.”
Shôgo’s arms tightened and his eyes widened in disbelief.
He frowned.
“Talk to you?”
He huffed.
“TALK TO YOU?”
“How about YOU talk to me first, fucker? Uh?? Where the fuck have you been this past month!? You never pick up the damn phone, you barely text me back and when you do it’s just ‘Sorry I’m busy’. Fuck! You left goddamn Akashi run this gym like he was a King, the others his trusted Generals and I was nothing more than his pathetic Jester.”
Nijimura had the audacity to roll his eyes.
“Why is everything always so dramatic with you? Sure, Akashi can be a little harsh but it’s not like I’m going easy on you either. Come on, you can’t let your differences in opinion drive you away from basketball. You were born to play the sport, Sho.”
“And how does it fucking matter if I don’t step foot on the court?”
He shook his head.
“Forget it. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. You obviously don’t care.”
This time, he couldn’t avoid his touch and its warmth burnt despite the clothing.
Shôgo blamed it on the post-heat.
“Of course I care about you, Sho.”
He analysed his face, the tone of his voice, and took in the sincerity. It only made it hurt even more.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?”
His voice cracked but quickly recovered.
Nijimura, on the other hand, looked like he had just been slapped. His hand slid off.
Serves you right.
“Sho, I-”
“Tell me why I had to learn that from fucking Akashi, of all people. I immediately knew it was true because let’s face it. The little shit might be deranged but he’s no liar.”
He tried to appear nonchalant before continuing.
“You’d think you two are fucking with how close you are.”
“NO.”
Black hair danced smoothly as he shook his head.
“No way.”
Shôgo’s shoulders dropped but the relief was short-lived. After all, it didn’t matter anymore. He had his mind all made up.
“I don’t care anyway.”
“Sho, is that what it is about? Are you quitting because you think there’s something between Akashi and me.”
“Of course you’d think this has anything to do with you.”
“Then tell me.”
“Why? You’re leaving. And you obviously couldn’t even be bothered to tell me.”
“Sho, I promise-”
“Bla bla fucking bla. Again and again it’s promises and later. I’m never on top of that apparently looooong list that keeps you so busy all the fucking time. And when you do magically have time for me, we get interrupted by shit you can never tell me about. It’s been months and I’m fucking sick and tired. Let’s just stop, ok.”
“Is that what you want?”
No. Yes. Maybe? Fuck.
“I’m tired, Shu.”
“Let’s talk about it first. There’s something I-”
The melody resonated in the locker room, startling them both.
Nijimura opened his mouth but he didn’t give him the chance to speak.
“Let me guess. You need to take this. It’s urgent and it will only take 5 minutes.”
For all the sorrow in his eyes, his hand was already taking his phone out of his pocket.
“Just 5 minutes.”
“It’s never 5 minutes.”
Nijimura must have known he wasn't winning this argument because he didn’t bother arguing. He stood aside to answer the call and Shôgo quickly grabbed the handle and pushed the door open.
He stopped on his way out, holding the door open with his body and turned.
“I’m not quitting. By the way.”
He already had the phone glued to his ear but the confusion in his eyes told him that he had heard him.
“I’m transferring.”
He walked out, not bothering to see the reaction.
The door slammed shut behind him.
Re: FILL : TEAM GRANDSTAND, T