Could you imagine Kagami and Furihata in a relationship? Kagami is the ultimate awko-taco and Furi is just scared of everything. It’s slightly amusing though and I think it’d be really cute.
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Could you imagine Kagami and Furihata in a relationship? Kagami is the ultimate awko-taco and Furi is just scared of everything. It’s slightly amusing though and I think it’d be really cute.
ribbons (kagafuri, semi-nsfw, 165)
The first time Furihata had suggested it, he’d barely been able to stutter out the words and Kagami had had to ask him to repeat it. He hadn’t been sure whether Furihata actually wanted to or whether he’d thought Kagami would like it and suggested it for only that reason, so he hadn’t given him an answer. But he’d thought about it, enough for it to infiltrate his fantasies until when Furihata had suggested it again he really couldn’t say know.
Still, the actual sight of Furihata spread out before him on the bed, wrapped up like a present with a multitude of ribbons in a sweet little lingerie set, is better than anything he could have imagined. Already his pants are too tight; already his head is spinning; Furihata bites his liip and blinks at him and oh, fuck.
“You can…touch me if you want,” Furihata says, blushing as red as the trim on the hem of his panties.
And fuck, Kagami does want.
"The pain will always be there in your heart but that doesn't mean it won't fade away it will slowly heal and then a new love will come and it would help you be whole again...only love can heal a heart that was hurt by love...but that doesn't mean find a new lover but new love can be found from your family and friends..." -Tears of Our Past
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11014200/1/Tears-of-Our-Past
Fading (KagaFuri, 115, T)
The shadows are fading into each other and the murky dark by the time Furihata gets out of his book committee meeting, and some of the few stars visible in the middle of the city are already out when his school shoes toe the asphalt of the court where Kagami’s practicing his free throws, in a motion so unlike his usual graceful arm-swinging that Furihata wonders for a second if it’s really him.
“Kagami?”
It’s enough to startle him so badly he misses wide of the backboard.
“Sorry.”
Kagami’s long legs have already crossed the distance between them, and his sloppy kiss swallows all of Furihata’s subsequent apologies before they slip out of his lips.
quills (kagafuri, 104, t)
Sometimes Kouki’s like a porcupine, curling into a ball and shooting out his quills; he’s dynamic, explosive, powerful. Most of the time he’s content to remain quiet, off to the side, entering the fray when necessary but not asserting himself quite so strongly. It’s what makes him a good leader; he’s grown into it and wields it like a steady sword. It also means he’s not afraid to take Taiga’s hand first or pull him down into a kiss; he flushes pink and gives him a nervous smile every time but he still does it (and the expressions look adorable on his face anyway).
Pleased (KagaFuri, T, 100)
Furihata is adorable when he’s pleased, eyes flickering like a movie on a computer screen at highest brightness, body much less timid and hands more assertive, hands pulling at Kagami’s until his face lands on Kagami’s chest or he pulls himself up to kiss Kagami’s cheek. His voice is loud, buoyant, beautiful; Kagami wants to grab the words like falling stars in that song they made him learn for elementary school choir and put them in his pocket and release them one by one whenever he needs one—but why should he when he’s got the real thing right here?
Forest (KagaFuri, T, 104)
Kagami’s like a tree, his chest the solid trunk and his feet the roots that Furihata spreads his palms against when they’re watching TV in the living room and he’s sitting between Kagami’s legs, the hollows of his wrists like branches that Furihata clings to when he’s trying desperately to get higher, farther up, to reach Kagami’s level. Kagami’s fingers, tangled in his hair as they’re curled up together on the couch and he’s reading a book, are not like any part of a tree at all—rather it’s as if he’s lost in a forest of Kagami, surrounded by him on all sides.
Oh yai almost forgot this one
Kagafuri <3
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