#fandom: knb

[nautilics]

akashi has discerning tastes

for SASO2017 bonus round 4: prompt (x)

[kokichefic]

“Midorimacchi, you weren’t even listening,” says Kise, arms dropping down to his side and sighing against the lockers. “You didn’t even see my imitation of Aominecchi when he got jumped in laser tag.”

“Not now, Kise,” says Midorima, squinting intensely at his flip phone. “I have to forward this email from Kuroko to sixteen different people within seven minutes or else my luck will plummet.”

[skrites]

title: meteor shower summary: he doesn't miss her, he tries to remind himself. at least, not entirely. characters: aomine, satsuki─aomine  centric.

A/N: This is the fic version of my headcanon because i needed to get the idea out of my head. 

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He doesn't think he's ever felt this way.

He's finally made it to the big leagues, he's gone pro and because of that Satsuki can't come along with him.

That was a victory all on its own, if he's honest, because he'll never have to hear her berate him for something he's done. He'll never have to hear her loud voice cutting through one of his naps, he'll no longer have her around to tell him what he can and can't do.

It's liberating, to say the least, because Satsuki's always been around.

She's someone who's always been at his side, for as long as he can remember it was always Daiki and Satsuki, never one without the other. She was always there, like a shadow, following him around.

She would scold him when she knew he was doing something wrong, her loud voice waking him up from his naps to insult him and drag him to practice. Satsuki was always there, to "make sure he stays out of trouble," as she liked to put it.

Now, things were finally different, he was finally going to catch a break. Now that he's traveling around with a professional team she can no longer be around. And to Aomine, that was almost like being released of the leash she had him clipped to.

He tosses his shoes aside carelessly, pushing his practice bag and watching it fall to the ground, items scattering around. He sighs contently before plopping face down on to the bed. Being able to do what he wants is wonderful, and finds he'll truly treasure this feeling for many, many days to come.

──

He frowns as he sits on the bench.

Today he had woken up almost an hour late for practice, he had shuffled out of his room in such a hurry that he forgot his stupid practice jersey.

Now, because of how careless he was he has to pay the price and sit on the bench during the practice match like some second string player. He scoffs, apparently here it doesn't matter how much of an "ace" you are, rules and rules and they must be followed.

He watches the game with little interest, wanting more to get out there and score some baskets.

"If Satsuki were here, she'd of reminded me to pack everything last night," he mutters, "she would've woken me up, too."

It takes him a few seconds to register his words before he snorts,  mentally scolding himself for thinking he misses her at all. 

He doesn't miss his annoying childhood friend─it's laughable.

Besides, it was a small mistake, people forget things and wake up late, it happens. He shouldn't be fretting over something so small and think traitorous thoughts like those.

He reasons that with or without Satsuki around that mistake was inevitable, even she can't prevent everything.

Deciding to not dwell on something so stupid he goes back to watching the game. Wishing for Satsuki to be here is beneath him, because this is what he wants, he wants to be away from her and her nagging, he's not going to welcome it and miss it.

He doesn't miss her, he decides with a scowl. 

Not even a little.

──

He looks down at his teammate, indifference etched into his features. 

He has no desire for this pathetic conversation to continue, it's annoying.

The man is about three inches shorter than he is and yet he stands before him with all the confidence in the world. As if he could actually intimidate Aomine into doing what he says just because he was older.

The veteran power forward of this team.

The man had come up to him after practice had concluded and everyone had begun to leave the locker room. He had approached him with a snarl on his face, looking at him like he was the lowest of the low.

Aomine has a strong urge to just curl his fingers into a tight fist and punch him, knock him right out of that pedestal he seems to think he's been placed on.

"Just because you were some hot shot in school doesn't mean shit here."

Aomine doesn't say anything to him, merely stares at him with indifference, boredom evident in his eyes. Aomine doesn't blame him for being scared of losing his position, after all, Aomine's talent outshine's his own by more than imaginable.

And should he slip Aomine won't hesitate to capitalize.

His lips form a smirk after a few seconds, looking at the shorter man with amusement in his eyes.

"That so?" he chuckles, "my mistake, but I suppose it'll mean something when I take your position on this team."

His teammate, who's name has slipped his mind for one reason or another, snarls before reaching out to grip his shirt, pushing him against the lockers.

"Listen, brat," he spats, "I can make your life a living hell here, I can even make sure those new basketball shoes of yours don't get used, do I make myself clear?"

The man slams him against the lockers for good measure, and Aomine sighs deeply.

Easily, he pushes the smaller man off him, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smirk once more. He approaches the man with slow steps, his hands clenching and unclenching, the desire to punch him straight through the wall is strong.

The man stands with confidence, but Aomine knows it's just an act, the look in his eyes is one he's seen many times.

"The same goes for you," Aomine drawls, raising his fist just as the man bumps into the lockers behind him.

"Aomine!"

His fist stops short, he takes a deep breath in and looks over his shoulder to where the captain is standing, a disapproving look in his eyes.

Aomine curses his bad timing, and he knows he'll end up getting into major trouble for this. 

As the coach and captain scold him he ignores the voice in his head that taunts him, saying that if Satsuki had been there she would've calmed him down, everything would've been prevented.

He doesn't miss her, he tries to remind himself.

At least, not entirely.

──

Practice is over and they're finally sitting down to eat.

Everyone decided that they wanted to eat together, so instead of going their separate ways they were all gathered together in the gym.

Aomine had food ordered today, food that he normally scarfs down without so much as a consideration. However, as he listens to his teammates talk about how their girlfriends, or wives made them their bentos he finds himself glaring daggers into his own food.

Satsuki's cooking is the absolute worse, an abomination, something to be used as a form of poising as opposed to actual food.

And yet, he finds himself missing it.

She always cooked for him, wrapping the disaster of a bento nicely and prettily, and telling him that she worked hard to make him the dish. Normally, he would've cringed at the thought of having to eat one of those, or having them within reach.

As he listens to everyone else talking animatedly about their special people, it suddenly feels different.

He finds himself claiming to eat the dish even if it were bad for his stomach, so long as she was the one who made it for him.

At this point, he's not sure if he actually misses her or not.

He hopes not.

Seriously, it wouldn't be good if he did.

──

He ends his second day completely and utterly annoyed with himself. 

It's only been two days and he already feels the beginnings of homesickness, and it annoys him to know the cause of it is Satsuki.

But damn it, it's been two days since he's heard her talk to him. Two whole days since she's yelled at him for something he did, two days since he's had to eat any of her horrible home cooked meals.

Two whole days without her there at his side.

With a dejected sigh he sits at the edge of his bed.

He doesn't turn on the television like he normally likes to do after a bath, after all, she'd yell at him if she was here for doing it. Instead, he just sits there in his basketball shorts, his towel hanging off one of his shoulders.

He stares at his computer, contemplating the idea of seeing if she'd be up for a video call, after all, it had been she who set the thing up for him to use.

However, his pride keeps him from doing so because he doesn't want her to know that it's annoying him to not have her around.

Instead, he remains sitting on his bed, starring intently at the computer. He's itching to go over and just do it, just video call her and be done with it. He wants to talk to her, tell her about his day, about his fight, about how he's more than positive she could've made things better with all her nagging.

Before he even gets the chance to decide his phone rings.

And it's that annoying ringtone that he knows by memory because she had been the one who put it there. She had claimed the song was her favorite and that she'd like for it to be the ringtone for her calls on his phone.

He waits a few seconds before flipping his phone open, pressing the machine to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Dai-chan!"

He relishes in the fact that she calls him by his childhood nickname, a small lopsided smile forming on his lips.

"Satsuki," he says trying to mask his relief.

"Let's video chat," she says excitedly, "I don't have anything to do at the moment and I want to hear about your day."

He scoffs, before a small, "Fine," leaves his lips.

He turns his computer on and sets up the program to video call her. She guides him through it before he finally gets it. Once he presses the answer button his eyes widen when her smiling face comes on to his screen.

He doesn't think he's ever been this happy to see her garish pink hair.

For the next three hours they talk and talk about anything and everything. He tells her about his new teammates and the fight he had with one of them. She scolds him every other minute, but he doesn't mind it, actually welcoming it, instead.

She tells him about how things are going for her and about how everyone misses him back home.

He listens, and basks in the feeling of hearing her voice after being deprived of it for two whole days. And when she finally yawns, promising to call tomorrow and hanging up, he's left alone to his own thoughts.

The voice at the back of his head taunts that he misses her, that he wants her to be there with him every single minute of the day just like she was when they were younger.

This time around he doesn't dismiss it. 

Yeah, he misses her, more than she can imagine, and it sucks.

[skrites]

i have a headcanon where aomine goes pro so he has to travel with his team, and this time around he can't bring satsuki along because she isn't a member/manager of the team. and you know at first he's thrilled at not having to worry about her nagging him, bothering him, etc. but then after like two days he realizes that life is hard when someone isn't there to keep tabs on him. and damn it, he needs satsuki to watch over him like she's always done, make him bento's even though she can't cook and they're horrible. he needs her there to tell him right from wrong, to apologize on his behalf when he offends someone, to keep him calm when he feels like lashing out on others, to keep him from skipping practices and oversleeping. basically just to watch over him like she's always done because they've been together all their lives, and to not have her there when he needs her most really sucks.

[skrites]

this kind of goes along with the drama cd .

title: love me not summary: satsuki and a late night reflection of what was then , and what is now. characters: Satsuki, Aomine ─aomomo word count: 830

She isn't in love with him.

Besides, they've been together their whole lives, they were practically siblings, it would be incestous, wouldn't it? 

She rolls her eyes, what a stupid thing to say. 

She just knows it wouldn't work out, nope, it wouldn't not now, and not a few years down the road. That's why she's just better off thinking that he's nothing but a childhood friend, he's important, yeah, but not to extent where she'll love him, and hope he'll love her, too.

She's got Tetsu-kun anyways, even if he's always been kind of aloof in that department, besides she doesn't need to be thinking of possibilities with someone like Dai-chan─they aren't there. 

She looks down at the bear she's been more or less suffocating for the past hour, trying to calm her erratic heartbeat, and quell that stupid blush on her cheeks. All because of some stupid bear that made her feel better after what happened.

She shakes her head, nope, it's just a gift from a special friend.

Holding it tighter she wonders why she has to try so hard to convince herself that this bear means nothing but that. Why is it that she's struggling with something she's never even bothered to ponder before. 

It's all Dai-chan's fault, she huffs, if he didn't send her all these...mixed signals─is that what they're called? She's not sure─then she certainly wouldn't be thinking about it.

It's weird, because all the things he does know are things he's always done─he always invites her out to eat when she's upset, he even knows when to come over with a tub of ice cream and some chocolate on that time of the month. 

Dai-chan has always been attentive, he just knows her, just as she knows him. Never before had it crossed her mind that all these things could mean something more─until he went and won her a stupid bear and pretended it meant nothing, when it truly did mean something.

She punches the teddy in her arms, "Stupid, Dai-chan."

"Oi."

She looks up hurriedly, watching as he enters her room with that same scowl on his face. She puffs out her cheeks in embarrassment, and annoyance as he plops down next to her. 

"It's late, you're supposed to be sleeping since you suck at waking up early," she snaps.

"Yeah, whatever," he yawns, falling on his back.

"Dai-chan," she warns.

"I like your bed better," he says, pushing her out of the way to settle himself more comfortably on her bed.  

He does this all the time, he walks into her house at a time where he's clearly supposed to be sleeping, pushes her off her own bed and sleeps, acting like he owns the place.

"Where will I sleep?" she asks, brows furrowing in anger.

He peers at her over his shoulder and sighs exasperatedly, like he's tired of everything, and the world owes him so much─seriously.

She expects him to just go back to sleep, to just ignore her like he's always done, take her bed selfishly, and just sleep until tomorrow. 

Instead, he scoots closer to the wall, creating enough space for her to lie down. She pretends not to be surprised as he does this, because in doing so she'll only give him a reason to tease her, and she cannot have that.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" he asks, not looking at her.

She frowns, sitting on the edge of the bed as she watches him. She wonders why today he's acting like this, before it dawns on her. She bites her lip lightly and wonders if this is another mixed signal.

She shakes her head, mentally scolding herself for having such traitorous thoughts─and of Dai-chan, of all people─flicking off the light of her small lamp, before she lays down on the spot he made for her.

She watches the soft rising and falling of his back with reserved wonder. It's gotten a lot bigger than she remembers, but seeing it now, she realizes that's it's a lot different. That they're not children anymore, they haven't been children for a very long time.

They've changed, and even if she'd hate to admit it out loud, their relationship has changed as well─she still doesn't know if it's a negative way, or if it's positive.

She takes a small breath in, catching a whiff of his cologne and the peppermint of his toothpaste, without much thought she scoots just a bit closer and shuts her eyes. Her lips curve into a small smile when she hears his faint snoring.

She doesn't love him, she reminds herself, but she certainly could.

[fuckinficrecs]

nourishment.

title: nourishment. author: JeanSouth fandom: Kuroko No Basuke  site: AO3 wc: 5753 rating: G ships: Akashi Seijuurou/Furihata Kouki summary: kinkmeme fill; beauty and the beast au. link: [x] mod note: The style is wonderful and this is just a really cute fairytale AU. It even felt like a fairytale, which was easily the best part. Very well done. 

[fuckinficrecs]

winning a losing battle

title: Winning a Losing Battle author: ChampagneSly  fandom: Kuroko no Basuke site: AO3 wc: 678 rating: G ships: Kagami Taiga/Kuroko Tetsuya summary: Some couples fight over who’s turn it is to get up with the baby. Kagami wages war an early morning war against getting up to take the dog outside.(It goes about as well as Kagami should have expected). link: [x] mod note: This fic was absolutely adorable, and it gave me the warm and fuzzies. If you don't want some light reading with excellent writing and good characterization, then this fic is for you.

[innocentfightersjustwriting]

Jersey No. 11

AKA the time that IF writes something she promised a long time ago pt 1. its from this post  almost two months ago? Yeah I finally wrote that. Short and I may extend it later, but hey its written? 

With excitement that I was not showing I grabbed the box that was offered to me by Hyuuga. It was my jersey. I gripped the box as I recalled that it took me nearly a year in a half to even wear a Teiko jersey, and even longer to get my own.  So to get one so soon? I was incredibly pleased with myself.  I looked over to see Furihata, Fukada, and Kawahara holding up their jerseys(12,13,and 15 respectively). Then glancing to my side I saw that Kagami was pulling out his jersey, with glee that resembled that of a child on Christmas morning. He was number 10.  Somehow it was fitting.  I opened my package, looking into it I saw the neatly folded uniform. The way it was folded made it impossible for me to tell my number. Carefully, as if I was picking up an infant, I lifted out my jersey. The fabric was soft and was that breathable-silk like material, it unfolded giving me a clear view of my assigned number.  Eleven. I blinked once, twice.  I could’ve laughed at the cruelness of the world. The number that had practically haunted me was what I would wear for basketball? The one score that I remembered clearly against all of Teiko’s enormous score differences.  Memories of that time came rushing from the back of my mind. The score board displaying another unbelievable score (111 to 11). The faces of the other team, how they looked so defeated. Ogiwara couldn’t have looked more pained if he tried.  What an awful person I was.  I shook my head. It was something that I would worry about later, when I had the liberty to think about the past when I didn’t have to worry about defeating the Generation of Miracles.  I set my jaw. This day I carried with me Ogiwara’s belief in my basketball and a reminder of why I’m trying so hard to bring back the Miracles.  I am Kuroko Tetsuya, jersey number 11 and I will help my team to become number one in Japan.

I don’t own KnB. 

What are endings? Anyway later! ~IF