Unrequited Love?

[yellowcopycat]

Kaijou and Seirin had just had their first practice match, which was shaping up to be a tradition of sorts. This time, Kaijou had gone to Seirin. The gym was nice, newer then Kaijou's but maybe not as big. 

 

He was breathing heavily, but smiling broadly. It always felt good to play, even if it was just a practice match and they weren't going all out. After all, he wanted to keep some of his new tricks up his sleeves, just like he was sure Kagami and Kuroko were hiding some of their new tricks too. This year's match had ended in a draw. Better than last year's practice match, which had ended in Kaijou's loss by two points.  

 

Just thinking about Kuroko made Kise look over to the Seirin team, focusing in on the smaller boy. 

 

For awhile now Kise had realized that he had feelings for Kuroko. Kise had looked up to Kuroko for awhile, but it wasn't really until after the Winter Cup that Kise realized he was probably in love with Kuroko. 

 

He took a towel that one of the first years offered him. "Thanks," he said absently. He scrubbed at his face, his thoughts racing. He had been thinking about Kuroko a lot lately, and seeing him only brought those thoughts back to the surface, only pushed aside when the game had begun. Now with the game over he couldn't focus. The warm glow in his chest that came whenever he thought about Kuroko was back with a vengeance.

 

The Kaijou team was gathering their things and getting ready to board the bus. He told the first year that he'd be along in a bit and began to head over to the Seirin team. 

 

"Kurokocchi~" he called out. No time like the present, he thought. He didn't know if Kuroko would return his feelings, but he was hopeful. The time Kuroko had cheered him on while he went up against Haizaki stood out in his mind. 

 

"Kurokocchi! You got a minute?"

Comments

[misdirects]

"Kise-kun is more perceptive than I thought. But that makes sense, you have to watch people carefully to pull off your Perfect Copy."

Kuroko will not comment on his own orientation. Irrelevant info!

[yellowcopycat]

"Partially. I'd be a better actor if that were true. It's more like I'm a model and work with a lot of people who aren't straight, either, so I know what to look for."

And Kise doesn't ask, because he's still figuring himself out too.

[misdirects]

"I see. What an interesting industry you work in. I thought I wasn't very obvious."

Clearly, he needs to work on suppressing his emotions more, sorry Kise.

[yellowcopycat]

"A lot of outsiders find sancutary in the arts," Kise said. "You aren't obvious, not to people who aren't like us."

There was a knock at his door, his sister's loud voice calling for him 'Ryou-chan, c'mon, it's lunch time!'

"I'm on the phone!" he yelled back. "Sorry, my sister probably wants to go lunch."

He stood. "I should probably get dressed," he said. "I'll talk with you later?"

[misdirects]

"Yes, I'm sorry for keeping you for so long. Thank you for the frank discussion. Have a nice Sunday, Kise-kun."

Lots to think about!

[yellowcopycat]

"Bye, Kurokocchi!" Kise said cheerfully and then disconnected.

Then he feels like he deflates like a balloon. His sister knocked again and yelled at him to get going, and he walks over to yell at her that he was moving, then their mother was yelling that she didn't want to hear them fight.

At least he was distracted now. Hopefully he could stay distracted