Been inactive for a while. I am soooo busy studying! I am re-learning Nihongo for the past few weeks so I could (almost) read Nihongo. Yay! I only use laptop for like once a week because I am so into this stuff! :D
So sad Kuroko No Basket ended weeks ago :’( My sister was so sad she decided to write a fan-fiction of Sei-chan on Wattpad called, “That Day”! OMG! Hope you read it too!
I also want to thank my followers because you followed me! *blows kisses*
P.S. Aomine transformation from kawaii to perfection I wanna lick him all over <3
this blood on our hands (is just barely dry) Characters: Midorima Shintarou, Akashi Seijurou, Takao Kazunari + others Word Count:2800 Ratings/Warnings: T/M, violence, implied sexual assault (not by any canonical characters), background character death Notes: takes place in Agent for Hire verse, but you don’t necessarily have to read that to enjoy this.
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(i. the beginning)
It starts like this:
Five minutes to midnight, and Shintarou is arranging his notes for the end-of-shift handover when the staff assist alarm goes off.
something like dazzling Characters: Takao Kazunari, Midorima Shintarou Word Count:600 Ratings/Warnings: G, none Notes: drabble, midotakmido, for 1) tanabata, 2) Shin-chan’s birthday (please note i basically haven’t written in over a year)
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Shin-chan isn’t big on affectionate gestures. It comes with the territory; he is a grade A tsundere, after all. Kazunari’s made his peace with that. But. Every so often Shin-chan will surprise him, like the time he spent fifty-thousand yen on Scorpio’s lucky item of the day because Scorpio was twelfth on Oha Asa’s list.
Kazunari reminds himself of such gestures on days Shin-chan’s unique eccentricity is particularly grating – when his Oha Asa rank is in the bottom six, or something isn’t going his way.
On such days, Kazunari reminds himself he could’ve done worse. He could’ve ended up with Aomine, and died of the comorbidities of premature aging. or Kise, and disintegrated into a million little pieces and flung himself into Space. or Murasakibara, and camped out in a pastry shop for the rest of his self, grown lazy and unfit and miserable, eventually dying of a heart attack. or Akashi, and never have played basketball in high school at all. or, God forbid, Kuroko. Kazunari does not want to imagine a scenario where he is on a team with Kuroko.
The trick with Shin-chan, meanwhile, is to withhold expectation. That’s what it boils down to, in Kazunari’s opinion.
“Shin-chan, sorry,” Kazunari’s breath is coming in gasps. He leans over, pressing his palms against his trembling knees. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to perfect this pass in time.”
Shin-chan’s shoes squeak on the gym floor as he comes to stand in front of Kazunari. Bent over as he is, all Kazunari can make out is two white sneakers and the bottom half of a pair of impossibly long legs.
“The only things you can’t do,” Shin-chan says, and there is a quiet proud note in his voice that makes Kazunari look up, and meet eyes that look strangely defiant, behind their glasses, “are the ones you believe you cannot.”
Kazunari chokes out a laugh. “That would mean I am the orchestrator of my own fate. But that’s not true, is it.”
Shin-chan sighs. Kazunari hears it: a short, soft exhale of breath. “Come here,” Shin-chan says, and then he has tugged Kazunari off the ground in a single fluid motion and folded Kazunari into long wiry arms, his cheek lying against the top of Kazunari’s head, Kazunari’s mouth pressed awkwardly against Shin-chan’s clavicle. For a moment, they stand like that – Kazunari, with his eyes wide, Shin-chan’s heartbeat beating in tandem with his own – before Kazunari thinks to bring his own arms up, quickly, before Shin-chan can decide to pull away –
Kazunari squeezes his eyes shut, fingers curling into the fabric of Shin-chan’s uniform shirt, damp with sweat.
It should be gross, and disgusting, and maybe it is, a little, damp and sticky: but there is a reason Kazunari doesn’t go for girls, isn’t there, and maybe this is it: the smell of Shin-chan’s perfume under wood polish and rubber and sweat (he is too fancy for cologne, of course, that stuff is for plebians), heady and woodsy and sweet –
Something that is all Shin-chan, Kazunari thinks, and if he was braver this might be the right moment to tell Shin-chan so (it is easy to fall in love with a Miracle), but despite the bravado Kazunari is most certainly not really brave –
And so he settles for anchoring his fingernails into the back of Shin-chan’s shirt (it would be probably a pain to kiss Shin-chan anyway; their height difference is too glaring):
