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Day #10 -

Waste Not, Want Not
Kuroko no Basket
Murasakibara Atsushi, Kuroko Tetsuya
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Murasakibara likes sweet things. He likes sweet things even better when they’re on Kuroko. Murasakibara/Kuroko slash.

Kuroko finishes off an ice cream and licks what has melted away from the stick, revealing the letters underneath. It says, Loser, and he tosses it in the nearest trash can. At least he isn’t wasting a free ice cream. His teammate, the one walking beside him, isn't the type to take that sort of thing lightly. 

“Why did you follow me to the convenience store again, Murasakibara-kun?” The bag in his other hand swings back and forth, the contents revealed by the see-thorough bag: a bento for dinner and sports tape. Usually it’s Aomine who accompanies him on these little trips, but Murasakibara has followed him this time around. “Do you need something?”

The taller boy shakes head and then stops, considering it. “Kise-chin said you liked ice cream, so I thought I would have you try the new flavor the store offers. That’s all. And maybe I wanted to spend time with you. You don’t talk much at practice anymore, Kuro-chin.”

“Ah, I see,” Kuroko says and swings his bag a little more. “It was good. The one you suggested. Thanks.”

Murasakibara shrugs. “I thought you might like it.” Then he stops and grabs onto Kuroko’s arm to stop him as well. The bag tilts precariously, but the dinner and the tape stay safe. Kuroko is relieved until he looks up and finds Murasakibara’s face too close to his. Passer-bys are actually staring and Kuroko squirms, unaccustomed to such attention.

“Is something wrong?” Kuroko wonders, pushing at the hand restraining him and getting nowhere fast.

“Yes,” Murasakibara replies, but he does not elaborate on it. Instead, he closes the distance and licks at the corner of Kuroko’s mouth. “You had a little bit of ice cream left on your face.”

Kuroko translates that to mean: “I couldn’t waste any, could I?” The taller boy has an addiction for sweets that knows hardly any bounds – which is why he is surprised when Murasakibara does it again. His wet tongue slides over that same spot, and Kuroko jerks back instinctively. “What are you doing?”

Murasakibara simply explains, “You taste sweet,” and smiles.

“Anyone would. Ice cream is mostly sugar and milk.” Kuroko wishes Murasakibara would let go of his arm already; the grip on his wrist is starting to hurt. “If that’s all, I should be going -"

“Tomorrow,” Murasakibara interrupts, “let’s have vanilla shakes together. You like them, don’t you?”

“Kise-kun again?” remarks Kuroko dryly.

His teammate raises one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “Maybe. So? Will you?”

“If I can get home before my dinner falls on the ground, you can have whatever you want.”

Murasakibara delights at the acceptance and releases Kuroko’s arm. The shorter boy rubs at his wrist until he can feel the blood flowing properly and breathes a quiet sigh of relief. He doesn’t care Murasakibara has taken his words a little too literally, because now he can go home and forget for a while.

When tomorrow comes, he takes his time with the promised vanilla shake. And afterwards, Murasakibara takes the time to lick the flavor thoroughly from his lips and his mouth and the tip of his tongue.


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