swan_forest | Unrequited Love?

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kise ryouta

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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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.

Kise didn't think that was the case. He knew people, other models, or others in the industry who would horde information and then strike like a snake when it was handy.

Hopefully, Akashi's father was actually okay with his son being bi.

He winced at the chomp Kuroko did. Because popsicles were phallic and it really made him think of someone biting his dick off. But he gave Kise a fist bump.

"Of course, he didn't. Tokyo's about the same size as LA county, so... I dunno." He sighed. "If we wind up at the same university and we do room together, I'm going to either deal with bickering and UST, or them bickering and hormones all over the place. Not just anyone's hormones, Aominecchi's hormones. They're out of control as they are. Imagine if he's in a relationship."

Kuroko has no such compunctions, so he continues biting away into his popsicle.

"Perhaps Kagami-kun would be able to tame some of his prickliness. I certainly don't envy him."

Kise makes a face at Kuroko and continues to lick like a good boy.

"I doubt that, Kagamicchi is almost as prickly."

"Kagami-kun can actually be quite sweet. I'm just not sure Aomine-kun is capable of drawing out that side of him easily."

They butt heads too much...

"Aominecchi draws the ire out of everyone," Kise agreed.

He hummed around his popsicle. "I don't know. Kagamicchi seemed really hard-headed to me."

"He is, but once you get past that, he is actually just a big teddy bear."

Chomp.

"Don't tell him I said that."

"He doesn't strike me as the cuddly type."

Another wince.

"I will. Years from now, at the most inopportune time."

"Americans are more touchy than most. I think he matches Aomine-kun in terms of skinship rather well."

He will start taking smaller nibbles to spare Kise's poor sensibilities.

"If you must, make sure you do it at a time that will fluster him the most."

"There's skinship, and there's cuddling. Cuddling involves more hugs and watching TV with your arms around each other. And napping on each other."

He wished the other Miracles were more into hugs. He liked hugs. It was why he launched himself at Kuroko so much in middle school. He could throw him off and didn't scare him the way Akashi had back then.

Though, Akashi didn't seem to mind hugs so much now. Hmm. Something to work on.

"Of course. It'll be at a time to fluster you both the most."

Kuroko himself wasn't very into skinship in general, but he grew to tolerate it around Momoi and Kise in particular during their Teikou years. His skinship with Kagami leans more violent, but he believes he is perfectly capable of being cuddly.

"It won't work on me, but feel free to deploy it at a devastating moment for Kagami-kun."

Momoi was an excellent cuddler!

Well, if Kuroko says so, he might use Kagami as a person to hug when he gets homesick.

"You're not nearly as unflappable as you pretend to be." Kise poked him in the uninjured cheek. "You're just really good at hiding it.

Her cuddles were a bit overzealous...

Instead of pouting, he takes another bite of popsicle. "You have Akashi-kun to thank for that."

Nah, they were great!

"He did bring out the best of our abilities back in Teikou." He smiled. "I wonder what it'd be like to play under him again now."

Though Kuroko felt less need to mask his emotions entirely nowadays that he stopped playing in a official capacity, his ability has perhaps been too ingrained in him.

"We played briefly against Jabberwock, but it was very short-lived. I'm sure it'd be more fun now that everyone's even more settled into their basketball."

"Yeah, that was fun, except for the time I thought you were going to get punched."

He licked up some more popsicle juice. It was cool enough that it wasn't melting fast.

He almost said he'd like to do it again, but Kuroko's no longer playing competitively, and he doesn't want to poke at that wound.

"It'll be fun if Kagamicchi and Aominecchi are on the same team. But there are a lot of schools in California, let alone the US, so who knows where we'll end up. Murasakibaracchi's still waffling on whether or not he's going to play after high school. You have any insight on that?"

"They were very unpleasant people." He blows out a huff at that memory.

"Though it was exhilarating to play with both Kagami-kun and Aomine-kun on the same team," and he is allowing himself a little smile here, "I think they are best suited to challenge and bring out their best against each other. In contrast, for Murasakibara-kun, I think he loves the sport enough, but he would need someone by his side. Perhaps he'll follow wherever Himuro-san goes."

"I don't know where he went. I guess I'll find out sooner or later." Himuro had been cool, but they never really clicked, lack of interaction mostly. He had wanted to give the older boy his agent's card because he was pretty. A more delicate beauty compared to Kise's boyish charm. If he had wanted model work, he would have gotten it easy.

"It'd probably be better for everyone's sanity, now that I'm thinking about it. They'd challenge each other all the time; it'd be a pain in the ass to deal with it all the time."

"I believe Kagami-kun might've mentioned that Himuro-san is taking a gap year, so he may join you all in the States."

He nibbles off the last of his treat and nods. "You certainly don't want them to fight over who should've received a pass. I've heard that argument too many times as is."

"That'd be fun. Maybe I can finally give him my agent's card. She's been hounding me about him ever since you went up against him back in our first year."

Kise's licked off the top by now, and is working on the middle. "Hmm. Well, I guess I'll just have to wait and see."

"Himuro-san is rather unfairly attractive, he would probably be very popular in your industry."

Kuroko flips over the stick and is greeted with a 'winner' stamped onto it, but doesn't look surprised at all.

"I know! I bet he doesn't do half the stuff I do to keep looking good! I'm jealous!"

He doesn't know that, but he's willing to bet. The really pretty boys tend to be natural.

He looked over. "You always win. What's the prize anyway?"

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