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 shoots the camera one of his most charming smiles, the one that graces so many photos.

"Hey, Midorimacchi!" he chirped. "Guess what I'm doing~"

He twirls his gun, golden eyes flashing as he aims, fires, and hits bullseye to the cries of excitement from the boys.

"A straight and perfect shot, just like the original." Kuroko would clap, but the boys cheering will have to make up for it. They encourage "the cool onii-san" to go again.

Kise beams at the boys, pays for another shot, and makes another bullseye.

He then pays for the two boys before stepping away from the booth and back to Kuroko.

"While Takao has calmed him down, he'll always be stuffy," he said, grinning. "But I suppose it's okay. It takes all kinds."

He laughs a little as he ends the video recording. "I'll trim that part out."

The stall owner gestures over at Kise to select his prize. "You should pick something out for Akashi-kun."

"Hmmm," Kise looks over the prizes. "I got two; what do you want? Oh! Wait! I see something perfect!"

He picked out a pair of bears, one pale blue, the other cherry red, and because he got more people interested in the stall, the owner gave him a yellow one. The light blue one gets placed into Kuroko's hands.

"This way we all match!"

"Very cute, I'll make sure to take good care of it." Kuroko looks down at the fluffy bear, trying to hide his fond smile as he accessorizes it with the yellow balloon he won earlier as a necklace.

He looks back up with a tilt of his head. "I feel a little bad I haven't been able to win anything for you."

"It's fine! I'm sure there's something-" He gets distracted when he spots three more bears, orange, a darker blue, and purple, at another stall. "Should we win those for Kagamicchi, Aominecchi, and Murasakibaracchi?" he asked as he gestured at them. "Something to remember our last school year before we all really go our separate ways."

Kuroko had already stepped away from Basketball. Midorima and Akashi may or may not play for fun at their universities here in Japan, leaning towards not unless it was low stakes.

And the rest of them were going to the US and eventually go pro. "One last summer of childhood," he murmured to himself.

His eyes light up at the idea and he nods. "For Midorima-kun, too, even if he won't like it at all. It could be a lucky item for him in the future." The best way to make him accept it, truthfully.

His gaze falls on a pink one, a bit tucked away behind the other prizes. "I'd like to win one for Momoi-san as well." She certainly deserves one as the unofficial Miracle.

This stall does it a bit differently, needing the prize to be knocked off the shelf to win. Kuroko steps up to the counter and pays for a set of five shots. He steadies the toy gun in hand, firing off two shots at the ones intended for Kagami and Aomine. They fall over promptly, as if accepting his pass, and he throws up a thumbs-up.

"Of course!" Kise said. "I just didn't see a green one yet."

He goes, wins the purple, orange, and dark blue at the the stall they were at, and was looking for a green one.

"We almost got the whole set!" he said cheerfully.

In turn, Kuroko will, after a few misses and close shots, wins the pink and green ones from another stall for their collection. He trots back with his winnings and beams a bit. "I think the stall owners may be annoyed with us now."

"Please," Kise sniffed. "It's not like we didn't pay for them."

He looked at the bears. Jeez, there were a lot. "Well, we should put them in a bag or something so we don't lose them."

"A good point." He sidles over to the booth again and spooks the owner with his request for a bag. He promptly returns with one bag stuffed as full as it can be and holds out the empty one for Kise. "Perhaps we have overdone it..."

"Nah," he said. "These games are rigged, so we just gave them a taste of their own medicine by being awesome."

He put the bears in the empty bag and looked around. "What else is there to do?"

"I don't think they'd be very pleased if we continued to play any more games... so I suppose we can go find a spot to watch the fireworks."

A classic festival experience.

"Sounds like a plan. We've got some time, too, so we can take a nap while we wait." He looked around, found a pamphlet, and grabbed it. "So the fireworks are going to be set off on the north end of the park, so the best place to see would be near there."

"Since it's so early, it'd be nice if we could get a quiet spot."

He starts walking towards the direction Kise indicated, hoping they'll find an area that's relatively not too crowded.

"I can't really remember the last time I've seen fireworks..."

"The last time I saw them was at a party I was invited to by some rich girl. I was mostly there to be eye candy. I think she was the daughter of a magazine's CEO... or was it the COO? CFO?"

What was with all these COs? What did it even mean?

"It was in middle school before I got Aominecchi smacked me in the head with a basketball. Wow, five years."

They got to the area and found they weren't the first people to start camping out. "Pick a spot you want." He said.

"Eye candy..." He wrinkles his nose at that. "That doesn't sound very fun."

He picks the emptiest spot he can see, figuring Kise may not want to be approached by fans if possible. It'll have a nice view, regardless. "I sometimes still can't believe it's only been five years for you."

"It wasn't," he said as he flopped down onto the ground, one knew bent and poking out of his yutaka, the fabric drifting down to show off his entire leg.

"Well, you've only known the others for six. In the grand scheme of things, it's not that long. But it does feel like forever."

"It does feel like an awfully long time. But I suppose that's a good sign for the years to come."

He sits down in a more proper manner next to him, legs tucked to the side, and bring a hand down to chop at Kise's leg. "Don't be indecent."

"I'm wearing underwear!" Kise whined a bit and lifted the fabric of his yutaka a bit to show the navy with golden stars briefs he was wearing. Not enough to show his bulge, just the strip over his hip.

"Anyways," he said as he let the fabric fall back down, "I've been way less dressed before. This year's swimwear had me in the skimpiest swim briefs possible."

"Yes, yes, cute pattern, good for you," Kuroko sighs, a small flush rising in his cheeks as he pointedly looks away. "I'm sure your fans were very happy with that photo shoot."

"One thing that's great about being out is I can wear whatever I want and not worry about being 'manly enough,'" He grinned over at his friend, reaching up to poke him in the back.

"They were. Did you see it?"

"I didn't think it would be much of a concern even before you were out. Don't fashion models have more leeway?"

The unexpected poke sends a shiver up Kuroko's spine, which only causes his flush to deepen. Possibly the worst time when the topic at hand is...

"I did. I am up-to-date on what my friends are up to, generally." Even if that includes skimpy photo shoots.

"That's true," Kise said cheerfully. "But now I feel a bit freer to do so. I wore the thong the other day. It was really uncomfortable. I felt sexy, though." Of course, he had better abs than most guys, anyway.

"Did you like them?" he asked, voice low and teasing.

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