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“KnB is the first fandom I spent time in where I came out of my shell and
talked to people, and writing for this fandom helped me become so much
more comfortable and confident sharing my work in other fandoms. I’ve
made so many good friends and had so many great discussions here, and
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I’m @lemaireality (feel free to shoot headcanons and kagahimu talk my
“I talked to Taiga. He wants to know how you’re doing.”
Tatsuya laughs. “I figured it was something like that.”
“That’s not all of it,” says Daiki. “I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want to see you.”
Tatsuya sips his drink. “How much did he tell you?”
“Not much. That you guys fought.”
says Tatsuya. “We did. I told him I was trying to find a playing job;
he told me I wouldn’t mind retirement, and I disagreed. Part of that was
me being overly sensitive and taking it the wrong way, but I don’t like
other people telling me what I would and wouldn’t like, even when
they’re right, so I had an extra reason to be contrary.”
Tatsuya is nothing if not self-aware.
“And I’m a bit worried that he might be right.”
voice is getting lower and lower with every passing word; for a second
Daiki wants to reach over and grab his hand, tell him Taiga’s wrong, but
they’re not dating anymore. Tatsuya had never been this frank with him
when they had been, anyway (and that’s one of the reasons they’d broken
up in the first place). But thing is, Taiga definitely is wrong about
Tatsuya, the same way he’d been wrong about Daiki. Tatsuya’s incredibly
stubborn and incredibly attached to basketball, in a way that Taiga
doesn’t completely get. And even without that, Tatsuya’s last year had
been more than serviceable, split between the Bucks and Wizards. He’d
done fine in limited minutes; he hadn’t even been injured.
“He’s not,” says Daiki, and Tatsuya throws a half-smile at his drink.
if he is, I don’t want to go just yet,” says Tatsuya. “I can’t, not
when I’ve been given this chance to play here in the first place—I can’t
leave until it runs completely dry.”
that’s it; that’s the way Daiki feels but expressed with more clarity.
It makes sense, given how much longer Tatsuya’s had to think about it,
and at that realization Daiki feels a rush of indignation.
“Got any offers yet?”
shrugs. “The Knicks gave me an invite to training camp. I’m not holding
my breath for more. Everyone knows it’s a young man’s game now; guys
like us are on the wrong side of the trend.”
or no, they’re good enough; they’ve paid their dues. There should be a
place for them; there ought to be. But Daiki’s not going to say it; he
can already hear Tatsuya’s response about how unfair life can be echoing
in his head.