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?"

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[misdirects]

"Just because you like to be spoiled doesn't mean-"

Kuroko lets out an unexpected and undignified squeak at the second poke, already squirming at his touch. "W-wait, Kise-kun- hahh--" He's already reaching up to stifle the laughs escaping him.

[yellowcopycat]

Kise doubled his efforts. He rolled on top of his friend, now using both hands to tickle his friend.

"You were saying?" he asked, triumphant. "I can't hear you!"

[misdirects]

"U-Unfair-!" He breathes out in between his laughter ringing out bright and clear, a true rarity, cheeks flushed from the exertion. His hands smack pitifully at Kise's shoulders, now that he's free. "Th-this is - ah-- cheating - hah!"

[yellowcopycat]

Taking hold of Kuroko's wrists, Kise pins the other boy under him.

He's straddling Kuroko's hips, hair a mess, cheeks a little pink, golden eyes soft.

He looked down at Kuroko, that urge to kiss him suddenly rising up again when he hears his dad calling through the wall in that amused dad way, "Ryouta, don't cheat!"

That ruined the moment, and Kise rolled off, laughing softly at Kuroko's flushed face.

[misdirects]

Something is different in that moment where Kuroko is looking up at Kise, caged under him - his heart thuds loudly in his chest, his face turning a fraction redder, and for some reason, his skin feels feverish beneath those wrists holding him down. He sucks in a shaky breath and--

[misdirects]

The tension snaps at Kise's father's voice ringing out. He's a little grateful for it, muffling a giggle under his own hand and punching Kise in the shoulder proper once he's rolled off. "You jerk."

[yellowcopycat]

"I told you, I'm not all the way mature yet."

He flopped onto his back, shut his eyes, and let out a breath. "Well, that was fun. Wanna play video games?"

[misdirects]

His face is still a little red as he sits up, but he eagerly nods. "No complaining if I trounce you."