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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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He leaned back. "It felt good to tell it. I haven't told anyone. I remember there was report about it, but it was years before middle school. So know one else knows. Well, the adults might, but they never brought it up to me." He brought his drink to his mouth and took a sip. "And whoever my sisters have told, but we're a tight lipped bunch. Dad's the most social. Mom, me, and my sisters, we're more reserved around people we don't know."
He looked at Kuroko. "I love you, Kurokocchi. You're one of the most important people in my life," he said, his cheeks turning a little pink at the admission. But he couldn't not say it. And there were many types of love, Kuroko didn't have to know it wasn't just platonic love Kise felt for him. "So I wanted you to know this about me."
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"Thank you for giving me a part of yourself, Kise." Kuroko drops the honorific for once, but his words feel like lead in his mouth. Kise deserves so much better than someone who can't respond in kind to the endless amount of love he has to give, the quiet and steady devotion he's realized permeated their interactions since his first confession nearly a year ago. "I'm sorry that I can't..."
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And surprisingly, he was okay. He had nearly a year to get used to it. "You're my best friend, is what I meant. Everything else is just in the way of that."
He let Kuroko slip away. Took a breath. Stood. He stretched. Feeling like he shut something. A book or something. He didn't know what to say next. "You're an amazing person, Kurokocchi. I'm very lucky to have you in my life in any capacity."
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"You're amazing, too. Please don't forget that." He gives a bit of a wry smile. "And maybe you're too good of a friend, sometimes. You're here comforting me, when you have your championship match tomorrow."
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"I'm going to win tomorrow. For you. For Kasamatsu-senpai and the others who graduated last year. For my family. And for me. For my basketball."
The one Kuroko taught him.
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He means it in mostly jest, because he knows Kise would never, but just a bit of teasing can't hurt. "Don't let your crush on Akashi-kun get in the way."
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Aomine was the only person he subconsciously let beat him. And that wasn’t going to happen again.
”Do you wanna get something to eat? I have about an hour before I have to get to bed.”
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"I'll treat you this time, so your choice."
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"But there's a ramen place next to the hotel I'm staying at. I could probably use the carbs."
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He shakes his head as he leads Kuroko out of the locker room and out of the doors of the building. "My hotel's this way," he said. "Are you in the same direction?"
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The streets are largely quiet and devoid of people, everyone having rushed out as soon as the match ended. It's a little weird to see when the gymnasium was typically such a bustling place.
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Quicker than Kise thought they would. He puts a knit hat on his head and pulls it down over his ears, then shoves his hands in his pants pocket. "It's really cold tonight."
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Kuroko looks a little amused at his hat of choice. "Kise-kun, stop for a moment and bend down, please."
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Kise stopped and bent slightly so he was looking Kuroko in the face. (It wasn't that much of a bend because while Kuroko always looked shorter than he actually was, he wasn't short by the national standard.)
"Are you going to make fun of my hat? It's cold out."
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Okay, not the time to talk about his underwear.
His face turns pink when Kuroko wraps his muffler around his neck. "Won't you get cold?" he asked softly.
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Kise can't help but let out a laugh. "That's true, but they weren't plain either! I had really cute designs on them! I didn't know you looked!"
He quickly falls back into step with Kuroko. "You can see the place now. Looks like they're still open."
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He beelines for the appointed ramen place, eager to get out of the cold.
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Sometimes, Kise can give as good as he gets. Not all the time, but still.
He follows, and he's welcomed by the hostess, who missed Kuroko entirely. It's not a traditional ramen stand, more like a resteraunt but Kise's thankful because it's warm.
They're taken to a table and she leaves with the promise of a waiter being there soon.
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And yeah, genetics play a big part in it. But he works to maintain his image; salons for hair, nails, and eyebrows.
He opens the menu, going to the vegetarian section as he's in the mood for tofu. And tofu is cheaper than meat. Kise doesn't want to be a burden on Kuroko's wallet.
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eternally struggling
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