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Kise Ryouta ([personal profile] yellowcopycat) wrote in [community profile] swan_forest2016-06-06 01:42 pm

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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[personal profile] misdirects 2016-07-07 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Kuroko's a sweaty and tired mess, like he is after every match, but it's a good sort of tired— the kind that sinks into his bones in a pleasantly warm way. He always enjoys playing against Kaijou, whom Seirin looked forward to even the score with, given their very first practice match and subsequent rivalry. (He'll never tell Kise, but he thinks their teams suit each other in a strange way.)

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?"