swan_forest | Unrequited Love?

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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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Such as revenge?

Kise couldn't help but snicker a bit when Kuroko choked and offered him a napkin before realizing Kuroko had already grabbed one.

"It is; basketball is the other. Kagamicchi's both wrapped up in one." Kise takes a sip of his shake. "Though Kagamicchi's tits probably aren't as soft as a girl's, and that's something Aominecchi likes to go on about, but he's as big of a virgin as the rest of us. So what does he know? I've probably gone further with a girl than he has. As in, they hug me willingly."

He likes to think of himself as morally upstanding, but isn't beyond dishing out revenge, especially if it's well-deserved.

"I think you'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who'd refuse a hug from you," he sighs, thanking Kise's attempt with a nod, even if he didn't need it. "Aomine-kun is vulgar and I'd pity any girl who falls for him." And if Akashi's predictions were anything to go by, poor Momoi... "But he has been coming to Seirin more often and bothering Kagami-kun for one-on-ones, so perhaps you're onto something here."

Kise disagrees with Akashi on that prediction. Aomine and Momoi grew up together, they not be blood-related, but they're as good as siblings.

But only time will tell. Childhood friends turned lovers is a trope for a reason.

"Aominecchi likes to overcompensate," Kise said matter of factly. "In his attempts to prove his heterosexuality, he's become a complete perv. Once he's comfortable with being bi, I think he'll calm down." He nods at his own sage knowledge. "You might to help Kagamicchi protect his virtue," he said with a wink.

"Kagami-kun will have to fend for himself. He's a big boy."

He punctuates that with a particularly hard sip of vanilla milkshake.

"Besides, it's funnier to watch them stumble around each other, while Aomine-kun tries to figure out it's okay to be attracted to men as well."

"Is he now?" Kise asked, waggling his eyebrow. "So is Aominecchi, though a lot less mature than Kagamicchi."

Hey, he's a teenager, he's allowed to be a bit of pervert. And the idea of Kagami and Aomine naked together is a nice picture.

"I guess. Kagamicchi will probably brouch the subject first, and Aominecchi will panic." He tilted his head.

Kuroko rolls his eyes at that. "Aomine-kun's crudeness is rubbing off on you."

He looks thoughtful. "I'm not sure if Kagami actually has enough emotional intelligence to be the one to break the status quo."

"Maybe a little," Kise admitted.

He shrugged and hummed in thought. "Well, that may be true, but I think we both know even if Aominecchi realized it, he wouldn't break the ice. Assuming they are having make-outs after their one-on-ones."

Kise is eighty percent sure they are because of how and how much Aomine complains about Kagami in their texts.

"Wanna make a bet?" he asked. "Say, three thousand that Kagamicchi eventually gets sick of the status quo and confronts Aominecchi about it? I mean, there's only so much of Aominecchi's bullshit anyone can take."

He's also noticed an increase in Aomine-based complaints from Kagami, but he does not want to think about them making out.

"Very well, bet accepted." And because he's a meddler... "No complaints if I pass on my Wanwan Land tickets to Aomine-kun and suggest that Kagami-kun may have a fear of the mascots."

He taps at his chin, considering. "Unless you'd like them to invite Akashi-kun to a date."

Really? Too bad. It's not as nice a picture as, say, the two of them, but still.

Anyway, back on track. "Go for it," Kise said. "Neither of us have dogs, so going to a dog park would be kinda pointless. If we were to have an animal-based date, it'd be on horseback. Akashicchi is a closet horse boy."

Actually, that did sound like a nice date. "Though I'm surprised you haven't used them yet. If not with Kagamicchi, then with another person?"

If Kuroko liked someone else, then it'd be easier to get over him. Right? Or maybe Kise's just a masochist.

"I did think it'd be funny to see Kagami-kun suffer a little," why is he such a sadist, let's not think about that, "but a trip to the amusement park typically carries romantic connotations, doesn't it?

"I'm not interested in anyone like that." And let's be real, Kuroko's friend circle does not extend far outside the Miracles and the Seirin Basketball Club.

"Really?" Kise tried to hide his surprise. "I guess that makes sense."

He doesn't know why he said that. Mostly to fill the air, he guesses. But in his mind, if Kuroko liked someone, of course, they'd want to date him back!

It's not like his friendship circle's that much bigger. Kaijou's a bigger team, sure, but he only really hangs out with the starters and the first years that follow him around like ducklings, one of which is the twin of one of the starters, and all three are on the bench. Then there are the other Miracles. And, of course, the other models. Though, those friendships could do a one-eighty in a heartbeat. It wasn't that model were shallow, self-centered, and thrived on drama like television made them out to be. It was more they were young, stressed, and often made to feel it was them against the world. Girls got it the worst, but it happened with the boys too.

Kuroko is a private person who mostly keeps his friendships close to his heart - he rarely engaged with others, always overlooked on the basis of his weak presence. It was easier that way.

"Does it make sense?" He fiddles with his straw again. "Others have commented that it's strange I seem to have zero interest things like that."

"Ah, well, maybe it's my bias, but..." Kise played with his straw a bit and looked out the window, seeing the little boy from earlier waving shyly at him over his mother's shoulder. He waved back, continuing. "I guees, I just think you're so loveable, that anyone would want to date you. And if you're not dating someone it's because you don't want to date."

He leans in and rests his chin on his hand as he watches Kise's little interaction - very cute and heartwarming, Kise always had a good heart.

He takes in his words with a hum. "A girl confessed to me recently. She said she fell in love watching me at the Interhigh. I rejected her, but the other second years said I should've accepted. That it would do me some good to get some dating experience."

"Hrm, a lot of the second years at Kaijou feel the same way about me," Kise said. "I don't get as many confessions these days, but at least once a week, someone confesses to me." All girls, so Kise's never been tempted. He's only out to the people he's closest to.

"I think it's better to know someone before asking them out and not use someone you don't know for practice. I think you did the right thing."

"Yes... I did not want to toy with her heart, if her feelings were earnest. I thought, if I were to accept, I should match their feelings in kind."

He blows out a small sigh. "It was surprising, nonetheless. I suppose my lack of presence on the court is wearing off much faster than I thought."

"Hmm, maybe; I know Aominecchi mentioned he sees you easier now. I'm guessing that's from what you did in your match against him in the Winter Cup last year."

Kuroko's lack of presence was his ace in the hole, what he used to keep him as a regular. If he lost that... Well, basketball wouldn't be as fun for Kise without all of his friends.

But that was something he'd have to deal with sooner or later if he went to the US.

He nods. "We were lucky we did not go up against Touou this time around."

Kuroko casts his gaze out the window. "I'm not sure I'll be of any use past this year's Winter Cup." It was a sad, but perhaps inevitable, thought.

"I'm sure that's not true, Kurokocchi!" Kise said. "You're a great player! I'm sure you'll find something to either regain your misdirection or make up for your lack of it."

Would he, though? Kise hated to admit it, but Kuroko wasn't as strong a player as others on his team. "You're still one of the most experienced players on your team."

"Thank you," he smiles up at him. There was much to think about, regarding this. "And I apologize, I wasn't trying to turn this into a pity party."

“Kurokocchi,” Kise said softly. Then a heart beat later he said, “Tetsuya.”

It felt odd to say Kuroko’s given name. Even in his fantasies he only called him Kurokocchi. “You don’t have to apologize. Everyone has doubts. Even I do.” He reached out and gently took his friend’s hand.

“Even if you do fail, I’ll always think you’re amazing.”

His breath catches in his throat at Kise calling out his first name. It's strange to hear, coming from him of all people, the one person who always calls out his nickname so cheerfully.

Kuroko's eyes soften, fingers reflexively curling into his hand. "You say you aren't, but you're very kind, Kise-kun." His smile brightens just a bit. "Thank you, really."

"You're welcome!" Kise said brightly, giving Kuroko's hand another squeeze, enjoying the feel of the callouses against his skin. He could hold Kuroko's hand forever, he realized. He wanted to hold it forever.

He really needed to get over this boy. "And I'm not. Not like you. I'm only kind to people who have proven themselves to me." He gives Kuroko's hand one more squeeze before letting go. "I'll tell you why one day. It's not entirely my story to tell, so I ask that you wait awhile for it."

He finds himself missing the warmth and reassurance of his hand - a strange and unwelcome thought that he tries to shake out of his head as he draws his hand back.

"I'll admit I'm curious when you put it so mysteriously, but I'll be patient."

He does suppose he has the bias and benefit of being someone Kise respected, but...

"And it isn't as if I haven't seen the difference. You were generally unaware of my existence the entirety of our first year at Teikou."

Shrugging, Kise took the last sip of his shake. "I'm sure you can put together the gist of it on your own. I do want to tell you." He's never wanted to tell anyone before. Akashi knows because Akashi knows everything. He had talked to Kise about it before his split personality came out.

"I wasn't part of the basketball club then," Kise reminded him. "I'm a latecomer compared to everyone else."

He's glad he got into it when he did. If he had gotten into it earlier, things would have been different. "Did we have any classes together that first year?"

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