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 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.

Kuroko spins to face him so his eyeroll is fully visible as he brings down his hand down to land another chop onto Kise's head.

"Don't flirt with someone when you're spoken for," he huffs. "I prefer a Kise-kun that's fully clothed."

"Kurokocchi!" he whined and pouted at his friend, sitting up to rub at his head, giving Kuroko a pout.

"I'm not flirting; I'm teasing. There's a big difference!" His yutaka opened slightly, exposing some cleavage in addition to his leg.

The pouting is not very effective on him.

He furrows his brows as he ponders if there is a difference. It doesn't seem that way to him. "I'm beginning to think the world operates differently for people as attractive as you."

The pouting has never been effective on Kuroko. It only really worked on girls, and even now that he was out, it was less effective.

He rolled his eyes at Kuroko's words. "It's all about intent, no matter who you are. I wanted to make you squirm, is all."

Kuroko purses his lip and crosses his arms at that declaration, clearly struggling to understand the concept. It's not a feeling he's familiar with in this particular context, but it's certainly unsettled him. "That's not very nice of you."

Kise studied Kuroko for a moment. "No. But that's the point of teasing, isn't it? To make friends squirm and then laugh."

He narrowed his eyes at him. "Besides, you're pretty brutal with your teasing; this is just payback."

"Am I brutal?" He did not think his particular brand of teasing was really all that bad. (Kagami would say otherwise.)

Far be it from Kuroko to not admit when he's being hypocritical, but... "I don't think the feeling I'm trying to elicit from Kagami-kun with Nigou is the same as the one I felt just now."

"You can be," Kise said, closing the front of his yukata over his chest. "And you can elicit other responses. You tease Kagamicchi with puppies because brutally. Blantently pressing his trauma button. I'm just flaunting my looks."

"Kagami-kun tolerates Nigou much better now." It was for a greater purpose! "It wouldn't do to have the ace not get along with the team mascot."

He thinks for a moment. "Maybe it's more egregious because you're attractive."

"So now we're blaming my looks?" Kise asked, giving a mock gasp of indignation. "I can't control my genes! Blame my dad, not me!"

"I still blame you for using it for nefarious misdeeds."

More pouting.

"I tease everyone like this." It had limited effect on the rest of the Miracles (it depended on how frustrated Aomine was that day- which meant days it had been a while since he had seen Kagami), but on his Kaijou friends, it worked well on. "Well, not Sei. I tease him in a different way that's not suited for the small ears around us. It's friendly teasing is all."

He tilts his head as he takes on an expression of consternation, wondering exactly why it bothered him like this (of which Kuroko was decidedly ignoring the simple fact of his feelings perhaps playing any role in this), before it dawns on him.

"You've never done it with me before."

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