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Like did they buy it together? Did they build it together? Was it Shin-chan’s Lucky item for the day and did it kinda just stuck around? I must know this because I want to bring it up casually in a convo and have myself transported in one for an indefinite period of time. And like where do they keep it? Takao’s? Midorin’s? How does one explain to one’s parents pulling your friend around in a rickshaw

“You know what this is called,” said Takao, “slavery, that’s what.”

“It’s training,” said Miyaji, loftily, from the entrance of the gym. “Because your stamina is so impressive I have no words at all.”

“Just wait until my social studies teacher hears about this,” said Takao. “I should write a letter to the UN, see how that turns out, and none of you will get into college, ha ha.”

“Actually,” said Kimura, already thinking of the scouts that had been hanging around Ootsubo lately, and also of Takanobu-sensei the first year soc sci teacher that hated Takao’s guts after the school festival fiasco, “I think we’re pretty safe.”

“Exploitation,” Takao wheezed out, even as he began to pedal. “Child abuse.”

“No talking back, freshman,” Ootsubo boomed. Then, to Midorima, he said, “I hope you’re happy now, you bastard.”

Midorima rubbed the bridge of his nose, and sniffed. “Couldn’t you have found a quieter freshman?”

Ootsubo pushed him into the rickshaw and prayed both of them would fall off a bridge.

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omg fuck your tags can you please write this PLEASe

SCREEEECCCCCCCHHH I WANT TO READ THAT /waits with you

“Oh god, is this an American thing,” said Takao, from behind the shower curtain. “Do you regularly assault people while they take baths just to get them to sing dirty songs for you. Do you.”

“I’m not moving until you sing it for me,” said Himuro, with a smile that made Takao want to curl up into the corner of the shower stall and hide his nether regions because oh my god, no one had a right to look that pretty, okay, not even that damn Kise from the other club.

“I can’t sing when your crotch is staring me in the face,” Takao despaired.

“Well,” said Himuro, lightly, “I can stay here all night.”

this au has not been updated in months, gomen to Basa, BUT ANYWAY, I am too lazy to write chapter 2 onwards. Will I ever finish this, IDK. D:

A few words before the actual snippet: I really enjoyed writing this. This was, like, done for self-gratification and an intense need to plot out nothing but happy things. Why yes, I am capable of that. Too bad I’m incapable of happy, sensible fic.

The rest of the prompts go like this, courtesy of Basa (who I totes owe birthday fic ahfdksfjdsk HOW DOES CHAPTER TWO OF THIS SOUND):

It was pretty much a self-imposed challenge to try to make a continuous plot that included all the prompts, and I had it all mapped out in my head until laziness took over (also some waning interest in the series in general). To be honest, sometimes I wonder if people think of me as that one person who writes nothing but pointless slice of life. I JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN TURNING THEIR LIVES INTO ROMCOMS, OKAY, IS THAT SO BAD. :(

(Also you can tell I am a bad person because I think of nothing but 3 and 9, hush.)

MOVING ON TO THE EXCERPT:

It always takes Kagami a week before he can look Kuroko in the eye in the locker room after that.

Always.

I try to make Kagami less of an idiot and more of an ‘only sane man’ character in fics. Being in the same team as Kuroko must be hard, you guys, and toting around the miragen like excess baggage probably makes Kagami’s head ache so hard. How does he deal with Kuroko without his blood pressure going out of whack, I have no idea. Lord knows Kuroko already gives him enough mini-heart attacks as it is, and Kagami does not want to know some things about Kuroko’s personal life because they aren’t girl friends, ok, why do you tell me these things, you little bastard!!!

Also sort of OT, I haven’t written this in yet but I was angling for Aomine/Kagami/Momoi for this fic, HA HA HA. Kagami, good luck.

He also gets stuck with clean up duty and damage control.

EVEN AS A SENIOR, KAGAMI HAS TO DEAL WITH SO MUCH SHIT. Such is his life, shooing freshmen away from the showers when he knows Kise is lurking around. Also screaming at Kuroko to close the fucking door.

“You’re an evil bastard,” says Kagami, carefully maneuvering himself to hide Kuroko and the telling trail of bruises across the width of his shoulders.

Kagami also does not want to know where and how Kuroko gets these things (and why on earth he can’t even use concealer or something), but Kagami is a bro that way and covers Kuroko’s ass far more than everyone else gives him credit for. Tsunderes, man, I will never understand them.

He also may be doing this to prevent the freshmen from going down Kuroko’s wayward path of public indecency, but whatever. Alex should stop going to Japan.

“That hurts me deeply, Kagami-kun,” says Kuroko, with as much feeling as he could impress on Kagami — which isn’t much at all.

I only have two Kurokos in my head: a judgmental one, and a total bastard not unlike Aomine, only with subtlety. More often than not, I tend to woobify him (THIS MAKES ME WINCE A LOT, which is why I barely reread things and have to stifle the urge to orphan fic a lot). Guess which Kuroko I picked for this one.

“Evil,” says Kagami, and shoos the rest of the team and their prying eyes away. 

I’m still not sure who gets the title of CAPTAIN THAT SUFFERS THE MOST in Seirin High basketball club’s short history, Kagami or Hyuuga. For Hyuuga’s sake, I’m hoping it’s Kagami, and what frustrating things he doesn’t face (i.e. Kiyoshi’s Kiyoshi-ness, Riko’s food, Izuki’s jokes, etc.), Kagami has more to match it with (i.e. Kise and Aomine’s fucking faces, also fucking Midorima and Akashi oh wait that sounded wrong). I feel like… suddenly this turned into something about Kagami more than Kikuro HA, HA, HA. But yeah, Kagami’s life is hard, WHAT ELSE IS NEW.

Basically my fic = a slew of conversations I wish the characters had in canon. :D