MORE PSP GAME DIALOGUES I FOUND(they're all akashi for some reason)
Akashi: Is there boiled tofu too? (He's so excited about Tofu he's so cute)
Akashi: That's a great skill. The taste is perfect.
Akashi: However, it is better to think a little more about nutritional balance.
Akashi: And the amount for one person is way too much.
Akashi: What are you doing?
(I agree Kuroko what are you doing?? Why are you spying on Mayuyu?)
Akashi: We've been spending some quality time together lately.
Akashi: I'll go out with you if you call out to me, so don't hesitate.
(Pretty sure he's talking to the player here)
Chihiro Mayuzumi: Ah, now that I know how good Akashi is...
Chihiro Mayuzumi: What should I do starting tomorrow...
Result: Successful couple formation
Akashi:....
Akashi:...me too...
Chihiro Mayuzumi Ah... Akashi...
- Happy end--
(The rest of it is just game statistics)(I'll see if I can find the rest of it)
(There's so much going on here?! How good at what Mayuyu?? Akashi is how good at what?!?! GOOD AT WHAT????Whats with the pauses in between guys what did you both do?Also SUCCESSFUL COUPLE FORMATION WHAT IS GOING ON)
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not sure how common this is for non-writers, but when it comes to kuroko no basket specifically i have this awful habit of projecting my own hobbies and interests onto them. from one teenage boy to seven others, i just can't help it
kagami gets a lot of my music taste (talked about in more detail in this fic) and also just all the horrid way americans talk sometimes. to be fair, zeno robinson does an amazing job at this in the dub anyway, but oh my god its so bad when i write him sometimes
kuroko gets the brunt of my quiet person habits - light footsteps like its the most normal thing to sneak around, steady breathing to the point its almost completely still. i was once told i "only speak up when it truly matters", which makes me think a lot of kuroko
aomine is... well aomine is me and all my worse habits. of the miragen, and i believe i said it in a post before, he is the most teenage boy a teenage boy can be with talents like his. sleeping and porn - how much realer does it get?
kise's a fashion icon through and through, even if what some of his official arts look like say otherwise. like myself, i think kise would have a lot of fun taking this and that from current trends without fully committing to it. he wants to stand out, still, and can't really do that if he blends in with the rest. being a model helps him get items from this trend and that
murasakibara, i think, can speak for quite a few of us. not a lot of interest in things that don't particularly matter to us, and sometimes hates the one thing he likes to do (writers... artists... looking at you for this one) but then a breakthrough happens and you're crying over your work
akashi and midorima come from money - i do not. however, i do think it would be funny if, when given time on weekends, they do daring teenager things like staying up late surfing the internet crawling down whatever rabbit holes they can find. it's not often, but it happens.
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sasaki to hirano (?)
the pros and cons of being awake at two am are twofold. the pro is that you get ideas. the con is that you get ideas. I also really am not being strict abt canon accuracy to timeline my bad. anyways despite me hyping it up it’s actually quite a short scene where I just wanted to mess around with some things. still ironing out how I’d like to mess with them. as always, under the cut:
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The pros and cons of being awake at 2AM are twofold. The con, of course, is that when Hirano kicks at the back of his ankles, nails digging slightly into the skin, Sasaki flinches at the chill and pops back into wakefulness, ever-increasingly aware of how tired he’s going to be in the morning. The pro is that everyone else is asleep enough to the point that Sasaki can shuffle around to his side and hiss, “Stop kicking me,” at Hirano, who shuts his eyes tighter in irritation before opening them in a squinted glare. In that look, Sasaki sees the optimism of someone who actually believes he’ll get to sleep any time soon. Sasaki had given up the moment he’d seen the slightly-larger-than-average futon that had been set out for the two of them because somewhere, somehow, had miscounted the correct number.
He hadn’t decided who to blame for this yet, so he was circling through the names of every first-year he knew. Currently, that honor goes to Kogasahara. Hirano had said he’d had nothing to blame but himself, considering it was Sasaki who’d been out past curfew and Hirano who’d chased him down, so everyone else got to pick out their single-sized bedding, but Sasaki was ignoring that.
“Go to sleep,” Hirano grumbles. “Sasaki…”
There’s a really annoying tone to the way he stretches out his name. “Do you really think I can sleep like this?” he asks, and gently taps Hirano’s ankles to make a point.
Predictably, Hirano yelps at the contact. “Your feet are way too cold!”
“Yeah,” Sasaki says. “Now you know how I feel.” It's not even a fair comparison, because Hirano’s ankles are so bony that even tapping them feels unpleasant. “If you weren’t trying to be a perfect honor student and drag me in, you wouldn’t be stuck here.”
“You think I look like an honor student?”
“Of course,” Sasaki says, not really thinking.
Hirano bursts into a fit of giggles, and it’s then when Sasaki remembers Hirano’s vivid sunflower-colored hair. It's strange how easily he’d forgotten about it, but in the dark of the room he can catch only the shape of Hirano’s features, not the color.
He doesn't laugh but he does crack a smile. “Okay—well—okay, I get your point.”
Hirano keeps laughing for a while longer, eyes scrunched in small joy, and then he flops down, flat on his back. his knuckle grazes against Sasaki's arm before he pulls it back. “I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you smile.”
“What?”
“Just—“ Hirano falls quiet. “I don’t know.”
Sasaki couldn’t make out his expression. He wondered how Hirano had seen his. Even when he’d stayed out past curfew for a bit of impulse stargazing, Hirano had woken up and managed to find him. He’d had been annoyed about being dragged back until Hirano had paused in the middle of chewing him out to marvel at the stars.
“It’s not something you see every day,” he’d said, not even sparing Sasaki a glance.
Sasaki had looked up. The stars were stars. “They do look nice.”
Under the low light of the lanterns outside, Hirano’s eyes sparkled.
Sasaki wonders, now, if Hirano is making that same face.
“Sasaki?” Hirano asks. “You asleep?”
“You’re a funny guy, Hirano,” Sasaki says. “How can I sleep when you’re kicking my ankles?”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Hirano huffs, and the conversation peters out from there.
It’s not that Sasaki’s afraid of or unused to large crowds, but he tends to spend most of his time hanging out alone or around Ogasawara, who isn’t touchy by nature and is also wrapped up in his girlfriend nowadays. Eimi’s nice, but the three of them have known each other for so long that Sasaki almost registers them as a non-presence.
He’s almost sure it’s that which makes him so conscious of the soft rise and fall of Hirano’s breathing, slowly evening out in the still dark. His feet drift over and nudge at Sasaki's ankles again. They’re still bitterly cold.
There's a moment where Sasaki considers shaking him awake again, but it’s not long before he, too, slips into the world of dreams.
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