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@miragehimuro
indie / selective / single-muse blog for himuro tatsuya.
written by tony (previously ofmiracles)
"Guh..." Kagami grins sheepishly when Himuro calls him out. He's always considered the man family, and as his family, Himuro is way too good at reading him. (At least in some situations. When they had argued before, Himuro had truly been blinded by his own feelings and hadn't understood how desperately Kagami wished to reconnect with him. But they're past some of that now, hopefully.)
He shakes his head. "Nah, I like doing this part, too," Kagami admits. "'Sides, there's too many... dangerous people here who may step in to help you if I don't." Exhibit A: his own coach. Exhibit B: at least three of the Generation of Miracles (including Momoi). Exhibit C... who even knows. But there might be someone else. "I was kinda hoping that you and I'd get a chance to be on a team together, though," he admits. "We're always playin' against each other, I just thought it'd be fun to be teammates for once."
It was natural to know what went through that head of his, considering how close they had been back when they met in America. It was also amusing that Himuro had been the one to introduce Kagami to basketball, and now here they were-- After some rough bumps along the way and the whole ordeal of no longer being 'brothers.' Yeah, best to just forget that ever happened. He wasn’t proud of it, but hey, he couldn’t help it after being so caught up in his own feelings and insecurities.
"So I’ve been told." He recalled Murasakibara complaining to him about Momoi’s poor cooking skills, as well as Midorima’s. It was ironic how many prodigies the Generation of Miracles had, yet how not-so-gracious they could be when it came to other things. And that was Himuro not even trying to badmouth anyone! "On a team together?" That was a dunk Himuro hadn’t been expecting, but he smiled, knowing how Kagami was always that honest with his feelings. "Aren’t you adorable? Maybe that’s why Alex had a preference for you." Speaking of her, he really should try to call her more often. Hm, time zones were a hassle.
The day had a perfect weather for an outdoor barbecue. While everyone was playing friendly matches on the public court, Himuro was busy chopping and prepping the ingredients to put on the grill, while Kagami was busy seasoning the meat. It was at that moment that Himuro started to sense a… Strange aura emanating behind him. Ah, he could already imagine why.
He turned around to say: "Taiga, don't make that face." Himuro chuckled shortly after saying that. No matter how much time passed, it was always easy to tell when the other was itching to have a ball in his hands and play against any member of the Generation of Miracles. Basketball was truly the only thing that goes inside that head of his. "I'm sorry you are stuck helping me here, I know you want to play." It's not like Himuro couldn't handle making the food alone, but given there was too many mouths to feed and he would take longer, having another person help him was easier and faster. // @akaigami
She rolled her eyes, stubbornly looking to the side. "Dunno what you mean. I'm a tough nugget to crack." Erika punched his arm, though there was no real bite to it as she scowled at him. "Stop giving me options! Fine, I'm sticking to Tatsuya. Stupid smooth talking otome-senpai. I'm gonna be the most genius fake girlfriend ever and you'll be eating your words."
Now she was feeling competitive and wanted to see if she could make him un-immune to this whole situation somehow.
With a huff, she cleaned her papers and stuffed them in her backpack. Then she reached out and snatched up his hand, dragging him up and over to the exit. She was going to ignore the fact that his hand was smoother than hers, and warmer, and very comf—
Ugh! Whatever! Time to put her acting face on.
Her mood was lifting just by immediate results. Soon as the two walked into the school, they were already drawing stares and whispers. Hah! The poor fools. They had to separate for classes, but Erika would throw a fake kiss up to Himuro before leaving, just to really rub it in their faces.
This would continue for a few days, until the next time at lunch, Erika decided to be bold and wiggle up to Himuro's side, staring directly at Himuro's homemade lunch. Putting out a pout, as she looked up at him.
"Feed me, Tatsuya," she stated in a fake, sickly sweet voice. "Your cooking's always the best."
Well, at least that part wasn't a lie! The man really did know how to cook. Win-win situation for her, acting the part of the couple who had no concept of appropriate PDA and getting some good food in her mouth.
While Erika did seem to be the type of person to be reserved, she sure was stubborn and assertive when putting her mind to it! This brief, yet refreshing facade of hers did catch Himuro off guard-- Perhaps she was right, and he was just overthinking / worrying too much about this act. Mostly because it could become awkward / it could also potentially attract some weird people and bother Erika during classes, or worse, outside of them.
No matter, he was good at keeping his composure and signature poker face. It can definitely work, concentrate! The first few days were normal, then it exponentially grew to people talking in the hallways. The plan was coming to fruition; just needed to further feed into this act!
"Haha, forgot your lunch, Erika-chan?" Keep it cool, go along with the flow. Everyone at the table was minding their own business. He grabbed the chopsticks and held the egg roll high enough for Erika to eat it. "Be careful to not drop it, it would be a shame if my food goes to waste, wouldn't it?" Maybe the teasing was too much, but whatever.
Erika huffed, adjusting her scarf slightly. Again with the worry, huh? She supposed that if it were that easy to turn his kindness off, they wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. Still, she wondered if there would be a way she could get him to not worry as much about her in this situation. On that note, she nearly hissed at the 'spoiled' comment but refrained; he was going to have to 'spoil' her around others, so it wouldn't do her any good to be fussy about that now (even if she will give him a little stink eye for that comment).
"What, you don't want me to respect my elders?" As if they weren't only a year apart. "Fair point though. Okay, you're Oto — ahem, Tatsuya to me now, without an honorific. Tatsuya... Tatsuya? Hmm, Tatsuya." Yeah, she was used to making fun of him with Otome-senpai, so it will be an adjustment. Making a few funny faces as she adjusted the cadence of her voice while repeating his name. "You're a pro at this, huh? Anything else you want me to do before we go skip off into the cold winter and start fooling the student body?"
By the corner of his eye, he could see how much she did not seem to enjoy the 'being spoiled' part. "Too much?" A hum emanated from his throat, actually starting to enjoy how she was moved? Annoyed? From sudden comments like that. Hm, perhaps he should do this more, just to see if Erika would snap back or just hide behind that signature scarf she always has.
"Are you really disrespecting me if we are gonna do this fake dating?" It would be more believable, from an outsider's point of view, of course. "Would you prefer just 'Tatsuya'? Or, say, something more like 'Tatsuya-kun'? I don't mind either." Now he was just messing with her; if he wanted to live to see another day, he should stop talking at all! He won't.
To make a mental recap, they will just go on with their day, sit together at lunch, and just do their everyday routine. The only change would be to be more... Intimate? Yes, that's probably the most accurate word he could describe this situation. "Nothing comes to mind, I'll just follow your lead. I'm sure I will be in good hands if it's with you, whom I'm dating." He most likely went overboard with that statement, but as the saying goes, fake it until you make it!
gender: “pretty boy”
Right, that's the normal reaction. Who would want to deal with a bunch of potential headaches like their team's reaction to this sudden farce? There's no question that the student body will reaction, given Himuro's universal popularity. Erika had heard from Liu Wei that even the cafeteria ladies wrote Himuro letters, though those were of a more platonic nature.
"Why would you be?" Erika scoffs. "You're already the center of attention, this is gonna make it worse for you." She rubs the back of her neck, tugging lightly at her scarf. "It's an assignment. Therefore, it's my job. I can handle it." At his statement though, she can't help the snort of laughter that slips past her nose at that moment. "Pfft, sorry — you're just being ridiculously kind again."
She shakes her head, crossing her arms across her chest. "If anything, I'm the one who could make you uncomfortable. I don't pull punches, Otome — er, Tatsuya-senpai." Right, that's gonna take some getting used to. He probably isn't aware of the fact that part of her scouting measures includes getting into other people's personal spaces. Ignorance is bliss. "That being said, we could have a word we use in case either of us needs to stop. Maybe... lychee?" The mood is quite somber, so she reaches over and pokes him in the shoulder. "Anyway, worry about yourself. This is why people make googly eyes at you, y'know. If you keep looking after others, they're gonna get spoiled."
"If it's going to make it worse for me, then you will also be in the crossfire." He was probably being overdramatic about this, but it showed how much he was being considerate of Erika. If it were anyone else, they sure would take this as an advantage to get closer to Himuro on a more personal level. Now he understood better why the Coach chose her for the job.
He laughed softly, slightly embarrassed at being called out on his kindness. "Spoiled, you say? Maybe the spoiled one is going to be you." And they left it at that, Himuro also making a mental note of the safe word. "Lychee... Sounds about right, easy to remember too." Moving forward, he went back a bit on the conversation. "About the honorifics... Well, I understand some honorifics depend on how close you are to the person. Don't quote me on it, though. I've lived most of my life in America, I guess you could say we are even on that..." Then, if that's the case, he had a sudden thought. "How about you then call me just 'Tatsuya'? Feels less formal and more believable that we are dating." That also depends on how easy it will be for Erika to get used to that and not the 'Otome-senpai' nickname.
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As he speaks, she becomes a scribe, hastily writing down his ideas in the empty bullet points. Erika didn't know what to expect when Masako had decided that it had to be this way, but at the least, she's glad that Himuro seems to be somewhat well-versed in these kinds of things. That'll make the act easier to go by, she thinks with a nod. At least her hard work is appreciated somewhere! She's still salty that Masako hadn't been helpful at all in the direction they were supposed to go.
"Smart. It might confuse Sushi-senpai and Wei-ge, but a necessary sacrifice." Erika clicks the pen against her cheek once, frowning in thought. "Hmm..." The idea of feeding each other is indeed cliche, but again — necessary sacrifices, even if part of her dignity is on the line now. "Ah, first names. Gotcha. Hmm, maybe leave off the honorific. Aren't Japanese people supposed to be particular about this anyway?" Said as if she isn't half-Japanese herself, tsk.
A pause, as she glances back at him. ".... Tatsuya-senpai. Can't really leave off the honorific for you, since you're a year above me." She sits up straighter. "By the way... it's probably too late since Masacoach was adamant on this, but are you really okay with this? Probably can't be easy having to do all this suddenly, especially since you also need to focus on practice." Not like she had a plan for going against their coach though.
"I don't think we should burden them with this". This fake dating could potentially be troublesome-- An absolute fiasco, but it would be even more troublesome if his fan club interrupted their training at any given moment of the day. Himuro was willing to compromise for the sake of everyone and this club.
There was a shift in his demeanor. Right, they should probably make some things clear before elaborating any further on this plan. "I can't say I'm 100 percent into this." There was truth in his words; he was not excited, and neither did he want their manager to be dragged into this mess because nothing could guarantee them both how said fans would react.
Some people could, potentially, take this fanaticism to very extreme lengths. "What about you?" They haven't known each other that long for Himuro to have an idea as to how the younger one was taking this. Erika seemed to be considering this fake dating scenario as if it were a walk in the park-- Wasn't she at least a bit nervous? Thinking about it again, it's not like there was any other candidate more suitable than the manager. "If anything I do makes you uncomfortable, I'll stop... Or if this is too much pressure for you, I could speak with the coach and bargain for another solution." How considerate of him.
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"I'm gonna make Masacoach eat her words," Erika huffs as she pats the space across from her, a wordless gesture for Himuro to sit. Papers are lined up on the gym floor, with Yosen's manager kneeling over them like an evaluator. She had called him to the gym an hour before school starts in order to discuss their plan. "It'll be a piece of cake to fool everyone. But I figured there's some things we need to work out, and I've also reviewed a few of my games to decide which romantic scenarios are the most believable, when necessary."
First order of business, she pushes a sheet of paper towards Himuro. Below is what's scribbled in her handwriting, with a few blank bullet points at the end:
How to Trick People into Thinking We're Dating
fall off ladder -> otome senpai catches -> erika acts embarrassed
otome senpai makes erika bento boxes
hold hands/hug/whatever PDA that doesn't get us kicked out of school
otome senpai protects erika from masacoach's shinai
otome senpai persuades masacoach to let erika not run morning/afternoon laps with the team because it's cold outside :)
She pauses. "I dunno what to do for the shocking reveal though. The one that has to make people go, WOW, Otome-senpai's taken and there's nothing we can do about it. The more of your fanclub we make cry, the better. Kill their chances of intruding onto practice. Feel free to pitch your ideas, dear captain."
It was very early in the morning and almost little to no one was there at school. Himuro happened to agree that in order to make everyone buy into this fake dating, they had to discuss some things. The coach's idea was crazy and at the same time it made sense, it was very inconvenient having practice being interrupted because of his fan girls. He couldn't help being this popular though? It just seemed to happen very naturally one day and the next one his locker happened to be full with lots of love letters. He found it amusing more than anything, really.
The captain sat down when the young manager offered him to, taking a look at all the scribbles and ideas so far. "Ah... Hardworking as always, Manager", he hummed, crossing his arms while also inspecting all the possible scenarios. Himuro wasn't that familiar with otome games contrary to Erika, but he has skimmed through some shoujo mangas the other day when being out shopping for snacks with Murasakibara the other day.
"The big real doesn't have to be so spontaneous", or so he thought. He cleared his throat, continuing: "How about we start by sitting together during lunch time?" The captain was now recalling a certain scene, cliché, but could do the trick. "Rumors and gossip travel fast, so maybe if we did something like feeding each other could start make everyone suspicious. How about I also start calling you 'Erika-chan'?"