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Unrequited Love?

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?"

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Kuroko will do his best not to get in the girls' way, offering them a quick greeting (luckily, not spooking them since Kise had already established his presence) before settling at his prep station next to the blond.

"Our team is rather small, so I think we do fine without managers," he remarks, leaning over to take a quick peek at the video. "We rotate the responsibilities."

He's also trying his best to imitate the peeling technique on some carrots, but it's easy to tell right away Kuroko is not very good at this.

"I'm surprised your team doesn't have more managers - surely girls would clamor to manage a team you're on."

The potatoes look gorgeous if Kise says so himself.

"Ah, well, that happened last year. And Kasamatsu-senpai had a seizure or something like that- he can't talk to women, like at all, and scared a bunch off." He blew out a sigh. "Hououji and Yuki actually like basketball. Hououji would play on the girls' team, but she's been told by her doctor to take it easy this year, and the girls' team already had too many managers. Yuki's her best friend, so she's here for that."

He looks over at Kuroko's carrots. Grimaced. "As for this year, I made an announcemnt that I only wanted people who would be serious about basketball to be managers." He continued to watch until he couldn't take it any more.

"Here, let me show you how to do it," Kise said. His first instict would be to get behind Kuroko and take him by the hands, but after yesterday Kise was very concious about where his junk was. "Hold the carrot still," he said softly reaching over to take Kuroko's other hand with his. "And do it like this. It's easier and faster this way."

"It's good they have an interest in the sport itself." He could see Kise being annoyed if girls joined only to get closer to him.

It's barely noticeable, but the tips of Kuroko's ears take on a light flush of red as he attempts to follow Kise's advice - the carrots look less slightly less pathetic, but not as cleanly peeled as they could be. Still, it's an improvement! "I shouldn't be surprised you can use Perfect Copy on things besides basketball, but it's still a little annoying."

It was out of self-preservation. He would have gotten annoyed, and he would have said some nasty things to get them to leave him alone, and then his career might be in the toilet because it would get spread around and it'd back to his agent and their clients. "It's good, yeah. Hououji knows the snacks we need already."

Kise doesn't notice Kuroko's ears turning red. He's blushing a little from just touching Kuroko's hand. How pathetic is that?

He flashes Kuroko a grin. "I'm the best Dance Dance Revolution player there is," he said smugly. "But there are some things I can't copy. Things my body can't do because I'm too tall, or built a certain way. Or things above my skill level. I can only do copy everyone's special skills if I'm in the Zone." By everyone he means the Generation of Miracles.

"Gymnastics, for example. I can do a flip because, but when do the thing on the horse, or whatever's it called. There aren't many gymnasts my height, so if I did copy them, I'd probably hurt myself. And I think I'm too bulky for some of stuff they can do."

"Even when it doesn't suit your body type, I've seen you adapt to best perform the move." How else could one explain Kise replicating Murasakibara's signature block? "It's very impressive."

A little pile of peeled carrots is building up, so he starts chopping them up now. They're not very uniform, but hey, it doesn't need to look good to taste good.

"Hmm, maybe it was destiny you got into basketball then? I think Kise-kun's body is probably best suited for it."

Kise thought about it for a moment, letting out a little pleased hum as he recalls that moment. "You're probably right," he chirped out, giving Kuroko a big, sunny smile. "Hitsuzen."

He likes the idea of their meeting being hitsuzen. Likes the idea they were supposed be friends.

"My body is suited for a lot of things," Kise said. He throws caution to the wind and gives Kuroko a playful wink. It's fine. Just a gay boy thing. "But basketball is what's it best at." His brain automatically goes other places, but as he only has solo experience in those things.

He can't help but smile back at Kise when faced with such a bright and cheerful smile.

At the other comments, a flush blossoms onto his cheeks when he belatedly realizes how suggestive his own words had been. Even if Kise had said nothing needed to change, maybe he needed to be more aware of how he phrased certain things... It's such a distracting thought that--

He slices right into his finger.

"Ouch—"

It's not a deep cut, but there is already blood.

"Kurokocchi!"

Kise's shout is enough to get everyone else's attention turning towards them as Kise quickly grabs Kuroko's hand.

"Band-aid, please!" he calls to their chaperone, who nods, and pulls one out of his pocket along with an alcoholic wipe. Noting the overprotective, possibly territorial look on Kise's face, he hands them to the blond and returns to where he was.

"Sorry," Kise said, voice low as he started to clean Kuroko's wound for him. "I was just teasing, didn't mean to distract you."

He winces at the sting of alcohol, a small, apologetic frown on his face.

"It's not your fault - I should've been paying better attention, given our task."

His blush is now stemming more from his embarrassment of injuring himself more than anything, with a side of, 'I can't believe I allowed a stray comment to affect me this much.'

Kise wraps the bandage around Kuroko's finger, then shifts his gaze from Kuroko's hand to his face.

It's a little pink still, and there's an openness to it that Kise doesn't understand. And he really, really wants to kiss him now. If not on his lips, then on his forehead at least.

Swallowing, Kise lets go of Kuroko's hand and steps back. "Well, back at it. Once we're done with these, we give them Yuki and Hououji and see if anything else needs to be chopped up."

There does. Onions and celery. He gives the celery to Kuroko to shop, less acid to aggravate his cut, and no peeling, and gets to work on the onions. Hououji's got the rice taken care of and Yuki's doing the meat and will put everything together, so there's not much else for them to do.

"Thank you, Kise-kun..."

He pulls his hand back, completely unaware of Kise's inner crisis, and will eagerly throw himself into chopping into the celery. They're also coming out rather uneven, especially now that his mental state has been a bit thrown off. Once he's done with the pile --

"Is that all?"

"Looks like it."

Kise really wanted to get out of there before dinner. There was something changed in him. Something was turning hot and squishy in his stomach.

"Well, we have about a half hour. I'm going to wash up before dinner," he said to Kuroko.

Washing up wasn't precisely what Kise had in mind. He would. But he would do something else first.

He needed to take care of this heat pooling in his belly. And there was one sure way to do it.

Jerking off.

He wandered off, trying to figure out where he should do it. The bathroom was too obvious, and he couldn't do it in the room where they were sleeping. He'd have to do it outside.

Eventually, he found a little crop of trees that kept him from being seen by passers-by. He took a breath and waited a bit, looking around to make sure no one was coming his way. Already his arousal was starting to be more than just a squishy feeling in his stomach. He hadn't had a wank since a day before camp. And then yesterday happened, and then just now.

If those things hadn't happened, he might be okay. But Kuroko was just... so much everything he wanted. He took another breath and reached inside his sweats.

With dinner duty out of the way, Kuroko waves Kise off and meanders away to see if the rest of Seirin has finished their extended training. When he reaches the gym, he's surprised to see Kagetora at the door with Nigou in tow. Riko lets him know everyone's already hit the showers ahead of dinner. The dog is very excited to see his favorite person and runs circles around Kuroko and Kagetora mentions they've hardly had time to exercise him properly, suggesting for them to go on a walk while he stays back to discuss their progress with his daughter.

Of course, Kuroko is more than happy to spoil their precious team mascot, taking the leash in hand and following the eager puppy's lead. Nigou will drag him back towards the inn, but veer into the surrounding forests, drawn in by the smells of nature.

It didn't take long for Kise to get bolder. He pulled his t-shirt up, tucking it under his chin, exposing his torso to the evening air, and pushed his sweats down a couple of centimeters, then pulled the front of them and his underwear down to let his cock out, tucking it under his balls.

Wrapping fingers around himself, he began to work himself. This was going to have to be quick and dirty. Usually, in the comfort of his own bed, he would allow himself to take his time. Work himself to an amazing climax. No time for that. He had, like, six minutes to get this done, wash his hands, and join everyone for dinner.

And hopefully, with his hormones taken care of, he could focus and stop fixating on Kuroko. Okay, that wasn't going to stop after one quick wank, but at least stop himself from making things more awkward. One orgasm and he wouldn't have sex on the brain. (Yeah, right.)

Nigou truly has too much energy as he takes Kuroko weaving through the trees, frolicking through every leaf pile he can find and chasing after small woodland creatures. Kuroko can hardly begrudge the little one, but his stamina is not holding up after a full day of training.

He's already quite red in the face and struggling to keep up with the puppy, when Nigou catches scent of a nearby person and beelines straight to them. Kuroko has no energy left in him to resist, allowing himself to be dragged to this mysterious person. He catches only a glimpse of blond hair from the angle he approaches from.

"Ah, Kise-kun-?" He pants out once Nigou stops right in front of the other boy, tail wagging, only to get an eyeful of— "oh."

Kise had had his eyes closed while he furiously worked himself. He was almost there. He could feel it.

Golden eyes fly open when he hears the footsteps of someone close. He's about to shove himself back into his pants when he sees who caught him.

And he stares in shock and really just wants to die. "Kurokocchi," he said quietly as his face drained of color.

He can't imagine what this looks like. Okay, he has an idea. But. Teenagers caught jerking off in public, no matter how good he looks or how big his dick, isn't a good look (Kise scores high in both categories, he knows.) Especially when their crushes catch them. The crushes that have already turned them down. That had possibly felt his boner already after they had crashed into each other in the hot springs because Kise's body is just... so fucking horny.

"I... I'd like to finish." His voice is soft and strangled. Pleading. He was so close. "I... kinda really need to." He just needed a few more seconds!

"So, um, please, take Nigou and pretend you didn't see this?"

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Kuroko lets out a weird, indeciphirable noise of confirmation, bending down to scoop up Nigou into his arms, who is instead barking and clamoring to say hi to Kise.

"Sorry!" Typically, he would be using the highest polite form of Japanese to apologize, but his brain has short-circuited enough from the situation at hand and it's delivered hurriedly in the most casual form. (The horror!) His flush has spread to his ears and the back of his neck as he flees the scene, trying his best to hush the excited puppy and not think about how his highly-trained skills of observation were especially not appreciated here. He should not be making mental notes about how Kise looked in such a private and vulnerable moment and how... endowed he is. (Kuroko already knows, he felt it, his brain unhelpfully reminds him.)

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Amazingly, for good or ill, Kise's erection didn't deflate. He contributed that to the fact he had been so close and had been so, so close to climax.

It didn't take much, a few more strokes and he had an orgasm that was... odd. He didn't know if it was amazing, or disappointing.

Being caught was... something, Kise thought as he stared at his dirtied hand, then at the some of cum on the grass before him. With a sigh, he shook his hand, getting most of it off and then licked up the rest. He didn't want to wipe it on his shirt or pants. (He kinda liked it, he figured he wouldn't mind swallowing.)

He then found a restroom, washed his hands and face.

It was time for dinner, and he didn't know how he was going to face Kuroko. He'd have to.

Pretend it didn't happen. That was the best way to deal with it.

Kuroko certainly did not want to run into Kise either! One needs time to recover from something like that, both of them!

He ends up escaping to the dining hall, which is overall not a great idea, seeing as everybody is gathering for dinner now. The rest of Seirin comes over to chat and fusses over Nigou, while Kagami comments on specifically on how red Kuroko is and wonders if he's sick. Unexpectedly, that only flusters him more as he insists he's fine.

Whenever Kise ends up entering, Nigou picks up on his presence immediately and rushes over to greet the person he was kept away from earlier. He is barking with excitement! Notice him!

Kuroko balks a little and does not make eye contact with Kise.

It'll be very easy for Kuroko not to make eye contact with Kise because Kise can't look at him either.

(His kouhai notice, especially Masaki, the pain in his ass, who appears to have attached himself to Kuroko's protoge for reasons unknown)

Kise looks down at Nigou, staring down at him with a cool expression for a few seconds before kneeling down scritching behind the puppy's ear. "You're a little trouble maker, you know that?" He sighed and scooped the puppy up, burrying his face in Nigou's soft fur.

(Look at that beautiful inter-team bonding.)

Kagami calls the puppy a demon instead, to which Kuroko replies with a swift jab of fingers into his side. The taller boy immediately retaliates with a noogie and they have a brief tiff before his light stomps off to check on the progress of dinner.

Meanwhile, Nigou is very pleased with the attention, unaware he's done any wrong at all. Him, a troublemaker? Perish the thought! He laps at Kise's face, then barks in Kuroko's direction, as if to say, come join me! Kuroko reluctantly edges closer, if only to keep an eye on the dog. There is the faintest hint of a blush still lingering as he pointedly keeps his direct gaze on Nigou.

"I'm sorry, he has too much energy today..."

(Kise's worried it'll be something else. Like, horny boys or something. Those are the worst. Case in point; himself.)

"He's not the only one," Kise murmured in an uncharacteristically self-deprecating way that was out of character.

But he can't help but smile when he's getting puppy kisses. He puts Nigou down and makes sure to look anywhere but Kuroko. Well, now what?

"I should get some food before it's all gone."

(Really, anyone who knows them will know something has happened between them.)

The remark does stand out to him, a bit of shock visible on his face, eyebrows drawn together - he's never heard Kise, of all people, a bastion of self-confidence, disparage himself like that.

He almost reaches out to him, but thinks better of it. Nigou has no such misgivings and continues to wind around him, nuzzling against Kise's legs, like he wants more attention.

"Oh, yes, I'm sure Hououji-san and Yuki-san have done a good job..."

Awkward, this is so awkward. Even the second-years of Seirin look on with some apprehension - wasn't Kise usually much more affable and clingy near Kuroko?

With a sigh, Kise gave Nigou one last scritch behind the ear, tried for a smile, but it felt like a grimace. "Catch you later, Kurokocchi."

He turned and went to get food and sat down with Hayakawa and the other third years. His captain was yelling at one first years, not one of the group that Kise considered his brats, the other boy was frowning in confusion, and looked pleadingly at him.

Kise wasn't in the mood, so stuffed some food in his mouth. Unconciously, he looked around, eyes automatically finding the person he always wanted to see; Kuroko.

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