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moonlight sonata for the boy with the weird eyebrows by perennials
Fandoms: Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball
14 Aug 2019
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What Kuroko did right in high school (Kagami) and what he did not (Kagami).
If given the chance he would shove Kagami up against a wall and kiss him until they were both sick. Kagami would be wearing skinny jeans, the pair he always packs for Tokyo with the metal chain threaded through the belt loop, and Tetsuya would tug on that belt loop with two fingers while he leaned up into the warmth of his body, dizzy with wanting. If asked to, Tetsuya would throw away all the cigarettes in the world in exchange for that single, seamless painting of salvation: Kagami’s glassy eyes, his wind-blown smile, the golden patina of his skin. There would be no talking, just sound. And fire, and their mouths cracking each other open in the quiet seething dark. -
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Lovely and poetic
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When they are younger they are immortal. Now that they are older they are ordinary and washed out like clothing bleached white by the sun, no longer propelled through the hallways of history by the shallow flooding waters of fear and validation. Suddenly half of them believe in heaven, while the other half adopts atheism like it is a majestic bronze shield that will protect them from the heavy hands of hell. Suddenly some of them are lonely again. Or maybe they have always been lonely, and only recently decided to trade their residual guilt for honesty
Guess my KNB phase is temporarily back for beautiful pining introspective Kuroko fics. The early 20s angst in this really hits and the phrasing and imagery in this is absolutely gorgeous, like a breath of fresh air. Really loving this artiste™️!Kuroko
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Tetsuya looked at Kagami and thought to himself: what I would give to keep him with me. That day he learned what it meant to want something so much it turned into pain.
Naturally he could not keep Kagami with him, for Kagami was to the city what winter is to tropical countries like Singapore: no more than a quarter of a dream, a well-baked pie removed from the oven and then shoved down the trash chute into infinity. He left for the States, and then came back, and then left again, and came back, and each time Tetsuya met him somewhere just five miles shy of the middle. Tetsuya tried to blink as little as possible whenever Kagami was around. He did not want to miss a single second of these mundane moments, for he knew, selfishly, that they would keep his proverbial fire burning long into the summer months. And then fall. And then winter all over again.