Of Confessions and Confrontations
Summary: He really wished he was brave like Kuroko. Because maybe then three little words wouldn’t scare him so damn much.
Rating: T for talking and tears
A/N: Sooooo, since I’m super late, I’ve decided to just kinda post these as I go??? I’ll probably still tag them kagakuro week (EVEN THOUGH I’VE MISSED THAT BOAT OH BOY) since I’m still using those prompts and just for my own organizational purposes, but I’ll do it past five tags! If that makes sense! I’ve just been really slow and unmotivated about writing for the past several months, but I’m trying to get better. :’)
Timeline-wise: Flashback time! This takes place towards the end of their third year, before they go off to college.
Sometimes, Kagami wished he was brave like Kuroko.
It’s not that Kagami considered himself to be a coward by any means. He figured it took a certain amount of hotheaded audacity to be him. To be so sure of his basketball skills, to use his fists first and his words later, and to just be an idiot in general. Sure, he was scared of dogs and ghosts, but those didn’t count, because what person in their right mind wouldn’t be afraid of those?
It was just that Kuroko had always been the courageous one between them.
Kuroko always stood up for his beliefs and morals, against all odds and against people much larger than himself, proving all their misconceptions of him wrong. He had grown confident in his abilities, which was so amazing to Kagami because it was one thing to be born self-assured, but another to learn how to get there. Then there was how Kuroko was so unapologetically himself, was comfortable in his pale skin and lean build, his weird bookworm tendencies and love for terrifying dogs everywhere.
And possibly the bravest, stupidest thing of all, Kuroko always believed in him.
There were a dozen other ways Kuroko was courageous, more embarrassing and intimate ways. Like how Kuroko kissed his cheek on their first date, when Kagami was so nervous he was surprised his hands weren’t still sweaty. Like how Kuroko always smiled and told him everything would be okay when it felt like he wasn’t ready for college and the future. Like how Kuroko wasn’t afraid to sleep in the same bed as Kagami, even though Kagami’s sprawling limbs once resulted in a stray elbow to Kuroko’s nose.
Like how Kuroko whispered into pitch black, when he thought Kagami was asleep, “Taiga-kun… I love you.”
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