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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"I don't think I need to know the sordid details of your relationship, Kise-kun." He purses his lips and starts down the street, shielding his eyes as a particularly strong breeze rains down petals on them.

And will roll his eyes a bit at that statement. "I suppose this is what I get."

Kise spat out a petal. "I love cherry blossoms, but when they bloom, it's basically a blizzard."

He grinned at Kuroko, "I need to tell someone! It's either you or Aominecchi, and then he'll make fun of me for not going any further. And yes, it's what you get."

"Aomine-kun and I are two opposite ends of the spectrum of having no relationship experience, I'm not sure you'll gain anything from using us as sounding boards for your newly blossomed relationship."

Kuroko is picking some petals out of his hair, combing through his bangs and tucking a stray strand behind his ear. He could definitely use a haircut. "At least the flowers make it smell nice everywhere."

"Well, the only other person I could talk to is Midorimacchi since he started dating Takao. And I'd rather stick a needle in my eye." He considered. "Murasakibaracchi even has more experince in romance than Aominecchi, that's hilarious. I guess I could talk to him."

Granted they're all in their first relationships, so it's not that funny. But Murasakibara hadn't shown any interest in dating before.

"They do," he looked over, the sun catching him just right.

"Everybody's pairing off..."

He purses his lips again when he looks over at Kise, feeling annoyed at the fact he looks good in any situation. Yes, it's surely just annoyance. It makes the most sense.

"But yes, any advice I could offer would be either terribly generic pleasantries or, based on my preferred taste in books, lead to a doomed love."

Yeah, everyone was. And it was interesting they were all in relationships with the same gender. Even Aominecchi, who was very loud about his apperciation of breasts, had interest in another boy.

Though, Kagami's chest was very impressive.

"I'm not really asking for advice, anyway," Kise said. "I just wanna talk about it, you know?"

He reached up, and brushed petals out of his hair.

"You know, I've been thinking, it's kinda weird that all of us aren't straight. My dad said it's because we just naturally gravitate to each other."

"I suppose if you only want to talk about it..."

A tiny voice in the back of his head says this might not be a good idea, but it's easy to ignore.

"It's a bit strange, but... gravitating to each other makes sense. 'Like calls to like' is a very common saying." It's nice to think that it wasn't only basketball that drew them together.

"We're too new to really need advice."

Kise has no such reservations. There is something a little weird to him, about talking to Kuroko about it, since this really started with the other boy rejecting him. But Kuroko was also the one to encourage this relationship.

"It is. Still, hard to believe. There's some internet chatter calling us the Generation of Rainbows... and some less pleasent nicknames." He shrugs. He's been called names by others since he started modeling.

Things have certainly taken a turn - but Kuroko thought it was a good idea to cheer on his friends! It all turned out fine, didn't it?

"Yes, I've heard some of it, unfortunately."

He unconsciously turns his injured cheek away.

Kise catches the moment and decided not to comment. It'd just lead to a fight, and he doesn't want one right now. Not when things are mostly going his way for a change.

"So, did you see the photos they took? Dad's gone kinda crazy with them."

Akashi looked really handsome in his dove gray suit, light to the dark blue of Kise's outfit.

"Your father seems like the type that would scrapbook a moment like that."

He happily takes the change of topic, hiding a small smile behind his hand.

"You were both very fetching."

"Not only that, he framed the kiss!" Kise complained. "I keep going into his office to steal it, and he keeps going into my room to steal it back. He's doing it to be annoying."

He huffed, indignant. "Maybe if it was a wedding photo, that'd make more sense, but that's ways off."

And he wasn't sure he'd marry Akashi. Marriage seemed like such a grown-up thing, and while he was getting closer to the legal age, he did not feel grown up enough to think about that yet.

"But yeah, we looked good," he said with a smile.

He muffles a laugh into his hand. "For now, it comes close - the concept is rather novel, you have to admit. I doubt many couples have their kiss publicized like that."

As they approach the konbini, the chime going off as they walk in, lo and behold the magazine rack right by the entrance. The very image they speak of still present on some covers as a small insert, covered in a snappy caption about Kise's coming out. One in particular has it blown up and framed with a heart; "new love blossoms in season of love?! Shocking photos of KiseRyo and boyfriend!"

Kise looked at the stand and sighed. "Do you know how many girls have come to me with these magazines crying?"

And there it is. The Kiss. Him leaning down, Akashi. who's only a couple of centimeters taller than Kuroko, leaning up, their lips pressed together in a chaste kiss, but very sweet kiss at the doors to the event. Their big middle finger to Akashi's father and the people who had been harrassing Kuroko.

Which seemed to have backfired. "It is a nice photo though," he said.

"I've heard many girls lamenting a loss that was always inevitable, yes." And some revived hatred, too. "But I've also heard whispers of awe and quiet wonder and can't help but think you probably made them want to be brave and open about themselves as well."

He gives an encouraging nudge into his side. "So, yes, it's a nice photo in many ways."

"Probably more of the former than the latter," Kise commented. "But I did have a few guys thank me for being brave. Some girls too."

Hugs had been exchanged, something he rarely did with people outside Kise's circle.

After staring at the magazine for a moment, he picked it up and handed it to Kuroko. "Buy this for me?"

He liked the big stupid heart.

"I think that's worth something."

At his request, Kuroko is resisting the urge to roll his eyes, but takes it anyway.

"Only one."

And he'll turn to the other aisle to pick out a popsicle from the open-faced freezer.

"It's worth a lot," Kise agreed, voice soft, a soft little smile on his face.

"We were asked to be interviewed," he said as he followed Kuroko. "It's very exciting and kinda imtimidating. I never thought I could be imtimidated. I mean, I've been modeling underwear since I was eight."

He looked over the choices. "I'll have whatever you're having."

"I wouldn't expect you to be easily intimidated either." He tilts his head. "But an interview? Will you two do it?"

Kuroko picks the one he always gets with Aomine, the flavor a seasonal sakura, and beelines to the register to pay.

Like a puppy, Kise follows. Though he's gone from the rambunctious puppy he was only two years ago to a mostly trained one.

"Probably, it really depends on Akashicchi's father. If he's paying attention or not. Or cares."

He gives a grin to the cashier, who does a double take when she looks at the cover. She keeps her shocked expression as she checks Kuroko out and hands him his purchases.

Once Kuroko's finished paying, he heads outside, scooting past a pair of middle school girls giggling over the magazines with the pictures of him and his boyfriend.

Boyfriend. He has a boyfriend. Sometimes the knowledge just makes him grin!

"Surely, he's noticed. It's very hard not to."

It's a good thing to have Kise trailing around sometimes when it helps him get immediately noticed by the cashier, so he promptly pays and shuffles out, handing over the magazine and popsicle to the blond with little fanfare.

"Will you be heading down to Kyoto for Golden Week?"

The infamous stretch of holidays was only a month out and the perfect opportunity for long-distance boyfriends to spend more time together.

Edited 2023-03-26 17:50 (UTC)

Kise waited until they were outside to speak his mind. "I've never met him, but from what little Akashicchi's told me and a lot that he hasn't said, his father doesn't pay much attention to him unless it's to criticize him. As far as I know, his father hasn't even mentioned what happened at the gala yet to him."

He shrugged as he packed the magazine into his bag and opened his popsicle. "I might be making a mountain out of a molehill, but, well, you know him as well as me. You know what he's been through."

He took a lick. "I will, after our training camps are done. You guys doing thing special for your camp?"

"That's surprising, considering how you both tried to make it very flashy."

He nibbles on his popsicle. "I think I'll set it up with Touou this year. Perhaps that'll get the idiots closer on the path of confessing." Look at him, being such a good shadow and helping out his lights.

"I'm... well, I don't know what to think about it. Akashicchi says I shouldn't worry, but I do."

He blew out another sigh and then sucked the popsicle into his mouth, trying not to think too hard about it.

After a few moments, he pulled the pop out with a slurp. "Good. Aominecchi said we should live together if we all live in California. I don't think he gets how big California is. It's about the same size as Japan. Anyway, I really, really don't want to deal with the UST if we do live together. So please, help them."

"I can see it being a cause of concern, but I hope, for both your sakes, there won't be any issues. Perhaps his father really doesn't mind." A hopeful way of looking at things!

"Of course Aomine-kun hasn't done any research into things," Kuroko sighs. "I'll play the role of Cupid, if I must. I have to take advantage of this season of love." He raises a closed fist in a determined fashion, but it's offset by him taking a particularly big chomp of his ice pop.

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