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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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He looks over at the call of his name, a bit surprised as he expected the other team to be well on their way. Kuroko hasn't taken a towel like the others headed for the locker room, instead wiping some of his sweat away by pulling his jersey up.
"Oh, Kise-kun. Is something wrong?"
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casually tags you back 4 years later
Almost to the day
pls forgive my extreme tardiness
Already forgiven
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And then I disappear after teasing you. Sorry bro
reappears after 2 more years...
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Now that it's night... it's time for the test of courage. The inn they're staying at is not far from a set of abandoned Shinto shrines and Kaijou's managers have taken up the task of setting up a few paths for groups to wander along. Everyone has been split up into mixed pairs to encourage inter-team collaboration.
Naturally, Kuroko ends up with Kise, who he hasn't seen in quite a while before this trip began. He offers a small wave of his flashlight when they meet up at the beginning of their trail. "It seems our mission is to retrieve a mask and place a seal on the door once we've left."
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Kise, having heard from Aomine, who heard from Kagami, just how awful Aida's cooking could be, managed to distract her with vague promises about doing a photo shoot for her father's gym if she stayed out of the kitchen. She looked put out, but Kise decided that pissing a girl off was the better option to food poisoning. And, apparently, unlike her team, wasn't afraid to say it.
"How'd we get roped into this?" he complained as he pulled out his phone and looked up 'how to cook for a banquet' on YouTube. Perfect Copy had other applications aside from sports. Too bad it didn't help with his studies. "We could be using this downtime for other things." He wasn't exactly sure what other things they could do, but he knew he could think of something. Tease Kagami, probably.
"Why isn't Kagami here? He's the expert. That's what Aominecchi says anyway," he asked, looking around for Kuroko before finally finding him.
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After a long day of bickering and banter between the eclectic mix of personalities that is their group, the sun has set and the others start to depart - Kagami is having dinner with his parents for once, Akashi and Midorima cite needing to get an early start the next day, Aomine and Momoi have family obligations. Their group is whittled down to only Kuroko and Kise lingering on the court.
Kuroko, for his part, is absolutely exhausted, but very clearly happy from a day spent with friends. He turns to the blond as he wipes away some lingering sweat with his wristband, bangs sticking haphazardly against his forehead. "I don't know if you're busy, Kise-kun, but if not... would you like to stop by Maji Burger with me?"
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Hey sorry! Got sick.
omg no problem at all, hope you feel better now!!
I am thanks!
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It was close. One point. 108 to 107, Kaijou's win. His win. He scored a three-point shot at the end after stealing the ball from Kuroko, finally copying one of Kuroko's famous steals. The three-pointer had been a desperate move; he was only fifty percent sure he could make it, even though he had been in the zone and using perfect copy throughout the last quarter. But unlike Aomine and Murasakibara, who went one-on-one with Kagami last year, nearly forgetting about Kuroko, Kise was going one-on-two against Kuroko and Kagami. And it had been exhausting.
But he did it. With the last of his energy, he had done it.
Kise stared at the scoreboard, not quite believing it. It was over. It was the best game he had ever played. It was the most fun he had. And he won against Kuroko. He turned, ignoring the screams of the crowd, "Kurokocchi-" was on his lips before pain-in-the-ass Masaki body slammed him in a big bear hug. Soon, he was being dogpiled by the rest of the team.
It was a haze after that. The bowing to each other, thanking each other for the good game. He kept an eye on Kuroko, but the other was harder to focus on than usual. Was he too revved up? Or was Kuroko's lack of presence tied to his mood?
He knew Kuroko had to be hurting from this game. It consumed his thoughts as he let himself be guided back to the locker room. "I'll catch up," he told the Masaki twins, who were his roommates in the hotel the team was staying for the Cup. "I wanna shower and find Kurokocchi. I wanna make sure he's okay."
The twins shared a look, gave him identicle looks of sympathy, and left him.
He took the fastest shower in the history of the Kise family, really more of rinsing off of sweat, shoved himself into clean underwear and his warmup suit, and went outside to look for his friend.
It took fifteen minutes, but he finally found him. He didn't speak, just quietly sat down next to him.
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It was a little bittersweet knowing it was the first game he'd play that Kuroko wouldn't be part of the competition.
Kuroko's birthday was pretty much a repeat of last year, only more crowded because there were more Seirin boys, and Kise had brought the Masaki twins with him because, apparently, Masaki Hayato had developed a friendship with Yagi, Kuroko's protege, despite the two having opposite personalities. Masaki Takeshi tagged along because Kise wanted someone else to ensure the pain in his ass behaved himself.
He had also also invited Kikuchi so he could meet Furihata, but Kikuchi had claimed prior commitments in a tired tone, which Kise knew meant family.
Kise was talking to Furihata, who was much less nervous this year than last year when he got a ding from his phone. He laughed at Furihata's anecdote and pulled his phone out to look at the text, thinking it was one of his sisters. It was Kikuchi. You made the news it said, followed by a link. This was published 20 mins ago. Thought you might want to know.
Kise opened the link, brow furrowed. And there was a picture of him and Kuroko huddled together against the Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium; it was apparent Kuroko had been crying, leaning into Kise's hand, and had been taken the exact moment Kise had kissed Kuroko's forehead.
He scanned the ariticle. It was actually pretty nice, talking about good sportsmanship, and the friendship that goes beyond being on opposing teams, using him and Kuroko as a example. The author had dug up that Kuroko was the phantom sixth man from Teikou, and that he and Kise, according to sources, including his coach, that the two had always been close and enjoyed challenging each other to push past their limits. The article continued, talking about other friends on seperate teams, including a pair of brothers.
Okay, that wasn't bad. But the picture was ... something else. The caption was neutral, 'Kise Ryouta puts friends before celebration' but the photo was... it was.
It looked romantic. With the way Kuroko's face was flushed from crying, the way Kise cupped Kuroko's face.
"Oh shit," he said. He looked around for Kuroko, hoping he could tell him about the aritcle before someone else did.
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He's talking over the details with Coach Takeuchi on the sidelines of the gym, but his gaze is repeatedly drawn over to the practice that's starting to slow down. Takeuchi's eyes are instead lingering over the large bandage taped to Kuroko's left cheek as they finalize dates.
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They were fond of each other. Their relationship had deepened because this. And they were openly calling each other boyfriends. It was nice. Really nice.
Doesn't he look great?
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So here they were, having a bit of a picnic of sorts. They camped out on the benches next to the basketball court.
Kagami had been dragged along and provided entertainment along with Aomine by their bickering and trying to one-up each other by making increasingly impressive dunks. Kise then showed them up by copying them and then combining some of their moves together. Some were better than others.
Midorima snarked at them and made his three-point shots; Muraskibara blocked as many dunks as he could, which was about half, annoying Aomine and Kagami, but making Kise laugh. Akashi had more or less assumed the referee role but occasionally stole the ball from them and made two-point shots.
Needing a drink, Kise walked over to the water fountain, took a drink, then splashed his face before looking back at the court, his eyes pausing on Akashi, enjoying his boyfriend's handsome figure, before he looked for Kuroko. Their relationship was still the same, not quite romantic, but very close. They enjoyed each other's company, and Akashi was surprisingly cuddly in private.
"So, are you going to insist on this for everyone's birthday this year?" he asked Kuroko when he found the shorter boy, who wasn't far away. He lifted the bottom of his shirt and wiped extra water from his face. "It'd be nice since half of us are leaving."
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Even with all the hubbub of drawing up exercise programs and new strategies, he needs to find time to visit his prospective schools. His mother was the one who thought it was a good excuse to tie both his visit to Ryuuzaki University with a sidequest to the famous Shonan Hiratsuka Tanabata Festival.
The weekend of Tanabata starts off sunny and pleasantly warm and is the perfect weather to tour the university in. Kuroko makes sure to send off a text in the morning that details the time and place they should meet later in the evening. Later in the day, he sends off another text: Sorry, my parents will be joining us briefly at the start.
When the appointed hour rolls around, Kuroko is waiting across from the intersection where the festival starts, dressed in a white yukata with a simple pattern, tied off with an obi that matches his hair. He is flanked by his parents: his father, a side-swept gray-haired bespectacled man who is only slightly taller than he is, wrapped in a dark navy yukata in a white obi. His mother, a petite woman with a bob the same color as Kuroko's, wearing a white yukata decorated in sweeping visuals of indigo spider lilies. Her obi also matches Kuroko's, but it's tied elaborately in the shape of a flower.
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Kaijou won theirs, of course. And tomorrow, he'd be in another country without talking to Kuroko. He had tried! He did! They just never had time off at the same time.
He was all packed. It wouldn't be the first time he went to the US, though it had been a while, the break between first and second year, before he confessed to Kuroko.
In retrospect, it was that trip that spurred him on to confess to Kuroko. He leaned back against his case, listening to his father walk outside his room, talking to his mom and sister about the trip. He was nervous. He had never been to Texas or Ohio.
He pulled out his phone and texted Kuroko.
Going to America tomorrow. I'm nervous.
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Now that things had settled, he met Kuroko at a little cafe near Seirin. He had gotten there earlier than he thought he would and was idly slipping his bubble tea.
He wasn't exactly sure how this would go. A lot of things have come out in the last month. Kuroko liked him. He liked Kuroko, and he was with Akashi. He liked being with Akashi. And as much as he would have liked to be with Kuroko and Akashi simultaneously, he knew that wasn't possible. Kuroko wouldn't be happy with it and didn't know how Akashi would have felt about it. He didn't ask because it wouldn't happen.
He allowed himself the luxury of a sigh and shut his eyes. Maybe he and Kuroko would hang out and not talk about any romantic tension between them. That'd be nice.
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