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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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And because his bruise will likely heal by then...
Only if it isn't an inconvenience.
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And of course you're not an inconvenience!! You're never one.
Because he's not.
Here's the address btw. Anytime after ten would be good.
And he sends the address as well.
Can't wait to see you!!
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The weeks ahead are filled with the passing of the baton at Seirin - Furihata is slowly settling into the idea of becoming captain, Kuroko will be picking up some of Coach's duties, learning all of her training regimens and doing a mix of running intel and coming up with new plays. Their second year is rapidly coming to an end with only a couple weeks left in March.
And on the day of, Kuroko arrives exactly on the dot, announcing his presence with a press of the doorbell of the Kise residence.
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She's barely taller than Kuroko but seems to miss him entirely. "Huh, that's weird." She turned and yelled into the living room. "No one's at the door!"
"Oneechan!" Kise's voice is heard from deeper inside the apartment. "Look again!"
The woman turned to look again and blinked. "Oh, oh wow." Her blue eyes narrow. "You're Kuroko Tetsuya, then?" she asked, voice cool.
"Oneechan, be nice!" Kise yelled again, making his sister roll her eyes. She stepped aside and motioned Kuroko in. "Ryou-kun's in the kitchen."
On the couch, Kuroko will find another blond woman, a little younger than the one who answered the door, watching television with an older woman in her fifties. The middle Kise child is pretty but obviously doesn't put as much effort into her looks as her siblings, her blond hair pulled back into a bun, wearing jeans and a t-shirt with the kana for 'T-shirt' on it. The older woman looks a lot like an older version of her middle child, albeit with rich brown hair and a few streaks of gray she's wearing proudly black slacks and a long-sleeved white shirt. Both women on the couch look up at Kuroko as he walks in, matching blue eyes trying to find him.
"Ah, Kuroko-kun," a man's voice came from the direction of the kitchen. He's dressed in faded jeans and a blue kaijou t-shirt. Unlike his wife and daughters, he has no problem finding Kuroko. It's clear once Kuroko looks at him that Kise Ryouta is more or less a carbon copy of his father. "Ryou-kun overslept, so he went upstairs to change out of his pajamas. He'll be back down in a minute." He smiled a dreamy little smile. "Why don't you come to my office while we wait for him? He told me you wanted to talk about university programs."
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He is pleasantly surprised that his father manages to spot him easily and he greets him with a small bow as well. "Firstly..." He offers up a cute pastry box. "Thank you for welcoming me into your home, Kise-san. My mother sent me over with some macarons from a popular bakery in our neighborhood. I hope it's to everyone's taste."
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Mihoshi takes the box and gives Kuroko an icy look before taking going to the kitchen just as there's thundering down the stairs.
"Ryouta," his mother called, sounding like this was a common occurrence. "Don't run in the house." And with that, both she and Saoko feign go back to watching television as Kise bursts into the living area but keep watching Kuroko out of the corner of their eyes.
"Kurokocch! You're here!" He absolutely beams at the other boy, latching onto him and giving him a hug. "My sisters haven't been giving you a hard time, have they? Both of them decided to visit today for some reason." He gives Saoko a glare, then looks around for his elder sister.
"She's putting some macarons Kuroko-kun brought us in the kitchen," his father said. "Come on, let's go to my office."
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He gives Kise a small pat on the back in response to his usual greeting and shakes his head. "Everyone has been nice." For the few minutes of interaction so far, anyway. At his father's prompting, he nods and waves him off. "I'll talk to you later." And off he goes to the office.
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He gives Kuroko another soft smile. "Don't worry, my wife and I will keep the girls in line. Anyway, enough of that; I'll talk your ear off about my family if you let me. Tell me what you're looking for in a university program. Ryou-kun told me you want a literature degree."
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When the topic shifts back to his reason for coming to visit, Kuroko does look a touch more nervous, folding his hands atop his lap. "I'm not quite sure what I'd like to aim for. I know I can't pursue basketball, so I thought it might be nice to study the other thing I like the most. Perhaps somewhere with a robust English department."
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There's the unmistakeable sound of Kise yelling in the background, with one his sisters yelling in response. "Most of the time," he amended with a chuckle. "Yui has two younger brothers, so she's more used to the rougher aspects of having siblings than I am."
He settles back into his computer chair with a hum. "Well, I went to the University of Tokyo, and it was an amazing experince. Kyushu University is considered the best at the moment for what you're looking for. I have a friend teaching at Ryukoku University in Kyoto, she's always excited to talk about their program to me, and I have to say it does sound very exciting. And I have an ex I can reach out to who teaches at Komazawa, last I heard from him he said the program was doing some exciting things."
He considered Kuroko for a moment, those dreamy golden eyes soft and fond. So similar and yet different from his son's. "Do you want to move to another city? Kyoto has several wonderful universities beyond what I mentioned. What about the subject attracted you to it?" He leaned forward. "What does your gut tell you?"
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It is strange looking at a face so close to one he's familiar with, but a little off - he tilts his head as he thinks about the older Kise's question. "I think I wouldn't mind moving, if it's to pursue education... though, I'd miss my friends here. As to why literature specifically, perhaps it's silly to say, but I've always found books to be a safe haven. I enjoy immersing myself in worlds woven only by words, getting a glimpse into someone's innermost thoughts and ideals distilled into their characters and stories."
He pauses. "That being said, I don't think I necessarily have any stories to tell myself - I'm more fascinated with what others have created."
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His smile grew when Kuroko gave his answer. "You and I more alike than I thought," he said. "Though I disagree about you not having a story. Everyone has a multitude of stories. Fiction, non-fiction, it doesn't matter. Everyone has one or two worth sharing. But I digress." He considered. "Perhaps a smaller school would suit you better," he said. He swiveled his chair to his laptop, opened the browser went to his e-mail. He hummed absently as he scrolled through his mail.
"Here we go, another friend of mine started teaching at Ryuuzaki University here in Yokohama. A fairly newer university, only ten years old. A bit more... hmm... liberal arts is what they'd use in the US. It's still close to Tokyo, but a new location. It sounds very exciting."
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Kuroko has been quietly tapping away and making notes of all these university recommendations onto his phone. "A smaller university sounds more appealing, I won't lie. And Yokohama isn't too far." He looks up. His comments about stories piqued his interest. "How did you get into writing, Kise-san?"
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The older man hummed and looked at Kuroko, a bit of a mischievous glint in his eye. "Ah, well, I mostly paid my own way through university, I had a decent job and made plenty of money in tips, but it was never a steady paycheck. The environment was dramatic and full of big personalities. There was a contest for a fantasy short story, as I've always been a fan of fantasy, and there was a cash prize; I entered it. I drew inspiration from one of my coworkers, one of those big personalities, like I said, basing the main character off of him. I won second place and discovered I really enjoyed world-building and creating characters. And it paid more consistently, so I began to write in what little spare time I had and eventually just switched majors to help hone my craft. Might as well have my homework pay for itself, right?"
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He scratches at his cheek. "I'd like to get good at English to follow everyone's NBA careers, but I also believe it would be a useful asset in any job I choose to pursue."
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With a nod, Kise-san swivels his chair back to face Kuroko.
"English is a useful language to know, as it's everywhere. I believe Ryuuzaki University requires you to take another language to graduate. English would certainly be offered, and you can always ask Ryouta to help. His English is surprisingly good. Who else is aiming for the NBA? Ryouta's convinced it'll be him, Aomine-kun, and the ace of your team."
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"Yes, it'll mostly likely be those three. The others already have very set career paths, though I'm not sure what Murasakibara-kun intends to do. Kagami-kun's mentor used to play in the WNBA, so I expect it'll be easy to get the scouts' eyes on everyone. I think even without that, they're all very talented and are sure to be picked up. Kise-kun, especially, has continued to grow beyond what we could've predicted."
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"Ryouta is amazing. All my children are." He smiled fondly and glanced at the picture of the Generation of Miracles. "Ryou-kun surprises me the most, though. We had planned to stop at two children, but seven years after Saoko-chan, we discovered Yui was pregnant with him. I always liked that the sports papers called your team the Generation of Miracles because I felt it described him perfectly. Even if he is a handful at times."
He gazed at the picture some more, his gaze shifting from his son to Akashi. "If you don't mind, could you tell me about Akashi-kun? I feel like out of all his middle school friends, Ryouta's talked about him the least, though he has been talking about him more, especially after he's been getting more work in Kyoto." His smile took on a wistful edge. "I won't ask about his intentions. I was a sixteen-year-old boy with a boyfriend once, though we kept our relationship mostly behind closed doors because of the era we were in; I do wonder, however, do you think Akashi-kun is a good match for my son?"
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"About Akashi-kun...?" He brings a hand up to his chin in thought, wondering how he could sum up the other boy. "I think I wasn't surprised to hear Kise-kun developed feelings for Akashi-kun - he has a natural charisma that draws people to him and he is a great leader, despite our troubles at Teikou. He's smart, talented, handsome, and he has a kind heart. He can be a little guarded around us and there do seem to be some walls around him, but I think it has to do with his upbringing..." He is trying to imagine Akashi and Kise together and his brow furrows unconsciously. "I commented once that they would definitely be considered a power couple."
A very clinical view of it all. He's pretty good at that.
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He looked back to Kuroko, and raised and eyebrow. "Something wrong, Kuroko-kun?"
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"I'm sure they do," he said easily. He stood and went to the door to open it. "Well, if I know my son, he's getting antsy to see you. And he's hungry. He might not have the best manners, but he knows to wait until everyone's at the table to eat."
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But before making their way back out to the kitchen - Kuroko rises and makes sure to bow to the older man. "Thank you very much for your advice and recommendations, Kise-san. This has helped a lot and I have much to think about."
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Kise's sisters are sitting at the table; Mihoshi's texting on her phone; Saoko's reading a book on philosophy and law, while Kise and his mother are at the counter, putting together plates. Since his sisters were guests, they got out of helping.
Kise Yui looked up at her husband and smiled softly at him as Kise Ryouta perked up when he saw Kuroko. "Kurokocchi! We got Fried Chicken. Mom was in the mood for American."
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