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[kuroko-no-drabbles]

i hope you can continue the college au, it's so good!

Hello!

Apologies for the lack of content. Life has just been, well, life. I definitely do plan on writing more of the College AU so please continue to be patient while i kick my ass in gear.

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KiyoKuro Commission 

Hurt/Comfort/Fluff

Excerpt: Kuroko’s hands were gentle, his touch so delicate against Kiyoshi’s skin it tickled. Kiyoshi’s leg jerked. “Sorry,” Kuroko smiled. “I had no idea you were ticklish here.” “Neither did I. Then again, it might be because your touch is so soft.” Kiyoshi’s hands grasped onto Kuroko’s, his own larger ones enveloping Kuroko’s smaller ones easily. “I’m tired, Kuroko.” “I know,” came Kuroko’s quiet reply.

Commission for @kiiyoshi 

This was so fun to write! Thank you for giving me the opportunity <3

Kiyoshi knew he had already passed his prime. An unfortunate fact considering he was only seventeen. His body just couldn’t take the strain anymore. Despite this knowledge he continued to play. Every practice and every game added more and more unnecessary complications to an already unnecessarily complicated situation. He wasn’t going to stop playing, of course. That would make sense. He’d continue to make poor choices against his health. It seemed the popular thing to do as a teenage boy. He knew what he was doing was stupid, continuing to play basketball while his body was practically yelling at him to stop. Passion, though, is often louder than logic.

“Well, no point in dwelling on the inevitable when I’ve got a game about to start,” he said to no one as he slipped a compression sleeve over his knee. The pressure relieved the throbbing ache to a more tolerable, dull one.

“You coming, Kiyoshi?” Came Kuroko’s voice, his head peeking around the corner of the locker room.

“Yeah. . .yeah, I’m coming,” Kiyoshi replied, standing up.

 Kuroko eyed his upperclassman suspiciously. The Phantom Sixth Man was known to be a quiet observer, so it was unsurprising that he had noticed the slight winces of pain (accompanied by tight lips and straining knuckles) Kiyoshi had every time he walked by.

“You alright?” Kuroko asked, as the two of them walked onto the court to meet up with the rest of Seirin.

Kiyoshi smiled, his eyes closing. “I’m fine.”

When he looked at Kuroko, though, there was no mistaking the look on Kuroko’s face. That deadpan look with the eyebrow raised just so. That look that said “I’m calling you out on your bullshit.”

Kiyoshi placed a hand on Kuroko’s shoulder. “I’m fine, Kuroko. I promise.”

As Kiyoshi walked away Kuroko battled with himself on whether or not to stop him. He didn’t want to see his teammate get hurt and Kiyoshi was already on thin ice. But Kuroko also knew the desperation of wanting to play better than anyone. Should he speak up and voice his concern, risking his teammate hating him for not being able to play? Or should he keep quiet and let Kiyoshi engage in his passion, risking injury that could result in not being able to play at all?

“Coach? I-”

Before he could voice his concern to Riko, however, he was ushered onto the court along with the usual four, Kiyoshi being one of them. He glanced over at him, trying to not let the worry show on his face. Considering the fact that their practice game was against Tōō, it was difficult.

Wakamatsu and Hyuuga shook hands, and the game began.

Every land Kiyoshi took after every jump was dangerous. He gritted his teeth as he caught the rebound, clutching the ball with his hands as sharp pain bolted through his knee. It was quick, and dissipated just as fast as it came. But the lingering ache still remained a constant reminder that the next jump could be his last.

Get a hold of yourself, Teppei. You’re injured, not dying.

He dribbled the ball, passing it to Kuroko who then subsequently passed it to Kagami’s awaiting hands. Kiyoshi felt a little more relaxed now that the court and the crowd had their attention directed to the two powerhouse aces currently battling it out on the court. All eyes were on them but two. Kiyoshi didn’t have to look to see it was Kuroko. There was no mistaking the tingling feeling he got on the back of his neck when Kuroko watched him, he had felt it throughout the entire game.

Please stop looking at me like that. He pleaded quietly, looking at Kuroko.

He could tell his teammate was getting exhausted. Kuroko’s chest rose and fell as he wiped the sweat from his brow, only for it to concentrate on his forehead immediately afterwards. Now that Tōō had seen all of Seirin’s secrets involving Kuroko’s abilities, his misdirection was virtually ineffective. He could still catch them off guard every once in awhile, but they caught on quick. Luckily for Kuroko, his overall skills had improved. Consequently, that meant he exerted his energy a lot more quickly than he had in the past.

Riko must have sensed the wane in Kuroko’s energy, and called for a substitute, swapping him out with Furihata.

Kuroko sat, taking a drink of the water that was offered to him. He leaned forward onto his knees, watching the court intently. Or rather, watching one person intently. Every time Kiyoshi landed, Kuroko hurt, as if the pain Kiyoshi was experiencing transferred to Kuroko as well. His hands curled into fists, gripping tightly as he saw Kiyoshi still for a moment after another rebound jump.

“Kuroko? You ok?” Koganei asked, noticing Kuroko’s furrowed brow of worry.

“I’m alright,” he replied quietly, relaxing his hands slightly, but still keeping his gaze on Kiyoshi.

Koganei followed Kuroko’s line of sight.

“Are you worried about Kiyoshi?”

Kuroko answered Koganei’s question wordlessly, standing up and turning towards Riko. He couldn’t even voice his plea to take Kiyoshi off the court when there was a collective gasp from the crowd. Kuroko felt an uneasy feeling in his gut as he turned to look. Kiyoshi lied on the floor of the court, clutching his knee. A soundless scream coming out of his mouth.

Kiyoshi knew he was screwed the moment his feet landed on the court. The pain in his knee was unlike anything he had experienced before. After years and years of his body telling him to take it easy, to not push it, to relax, it had clearly had enough and now he was paying the price. He had hoped that his break after the Winter Cup Finals was enough to rehabilitate himself. Deep down, though, he knew it wouldn’t be. He had seen this coming for a long time. He could have prevented this.

Too little, too late.

Ah, shit. He thought, clutching his knee as he opened his mouth to scream. No sound came out, however.

He couldn’t believe it. All this pain and he couldn’t even express it. He would have never guessed there was pain out there so excruciating. How wrong he was.

Everything around him was a blur he couldn’t concentrate on. His head pounded. Are people calling his name? There was so much shouting he couldn’t really tell.

He felt his body being lifted, and carried away on something. Someone was holding his hand, talking to him. He had no idea what they were saying, but it was a soothing voice.  Succumbing to the pain and the soothing voice, Kiyoshi faded from consciousness.

He awoke again, soft bedding beneath him. He groaned as a tried to sit up, but a hand pushed him back down on the bed.

“Don’t sit up, you still need to rest.”

Kiyoshi knew that voice. He turned his head.

“Kuroko?”

It finally dawned on him where he was. The hospital. The smell and sights were unmistakable.

“What are you doing here? You need to get back to the game!”

“The game’s over. You’ve been out for three days.”

“I’ve what?!”

Kiyoshi sat up abruptly, regretting it immediately. His head pounded. Did he hit his head too? He didn’t remember doing that.

“Three days? You’ve got to be joking,” he said, rubbing his head as he laid back down.

“I am, it’s only been a couple of hours.”

Kiyoshi cut his eyes at Kuroko, noticing the curve of Kuroko’s lips.

“Very funny, Kuroko. So who won?”

“No one. There was so much of a ruckus that the game’s been postponed. Although Tōō was in the lead.”

“Well that’s a bummer. Man why does my head hurt so bad?”

“After effects of the medicine, I assume. How is your knee by the way?”

For the first time, Kiyoshi took notice of his knee. It didn’t hurt. Or at least, not as bad. There was still an ache, but a manageable one.

Kuroko was so glad when Kiyoshi finally woke up. The pain from his knee, plus the medicine they gave him to sedate him was enough to knock him out for a good couple hours. Kuroko never left his side.

He wished he had spoken up sooner. He wished he would have said something, anything, to someone. Kiyoshi wouldn’t be stuck in a hospital room if he had just spoke up. Instead he had to be in the shadows like he always was.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Kiyoshi said, shaking Kuroko from his thoughts. “You’re thinking if you said something, I wouldn’t be in this mess. Right?”

Kuroko didn’t respond.

“You’ve been watching me for a while, haven’t you Kuroko? Always concerned for my well being.”

Again, Kuroko said nothing. The question was rhetorical.

“Even if you had, I probably wouldn’t have listened.”

Kuroko gave a sad smile. “I know. Your resilience is one of the things I admire about you.”

The two stared at each other, the room quiet until a knock came at the door followed by a nurse carrying an ointment.

“Good afternoon, how are we feeling?”

Kiyoshi shrugged. “As well as I can be, I suppose.”

The nurse smiled. “We took an x-ray while you were under and we should have the results back soon. In the meantime this ointment will help alleviate the pain. Apply as often as needed.”

“Thank you,” Kiyoshi replied, sitting up and taking the ointment from them.

“My pleasure. I’ll be back in a little while with the results and we can talk treatment options for you.”

The nurse left, leaving Kiyoshi and Kuroko alone again.

“Well, might as well help you put this on,” Kuroko said, unscrewing the lid.

He scooped a dollop out with his fingers, and placed it on Kiyoshi’s knee. Kiyoshi watched while Kuroko massaged the ointment into his skin. It tingled, creating a soothing sensation.

Kuroko’s hands were gentle, his touch so delicate against Kiyoshi’s skin it tickled. Kiyoshi’s leg jerked.

“Sorry,” Kuroko smiled. “I had no idea you were ticklish here.”

“Neither did I. Then again, it might be because your touch is so soft.”

Kiyoshi’s hands grasped onto Kuroko’s, his own larger ones enveloping Kuroko’s smaller ones easily.

“I’m tired, Kuroko.”

“I know,” came Kuroko’s quiet reply.

They held hands for a while, neither of them moving. Kuroko watched Kiyoshi’s lip tremble into finally, his upperclassman choked out a sob. Kuroko moved  to sit on the bed and Kiyoshi laid his head against Kuroko’s shoulder, staining his shirt with tears.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I’m only seventeen.”

Kuroko placed a hand on Kiyoshi’s head. “I know.”

Kiyoshi hiccuped. “There’s still so much I want to do. There’s still so many games I need to play!”

“I know.”

“Why? Why did this have to happen? I’m so tired of hurting and being a burden. I miss the old me, Kuroko.”

“You are not a burden, Kiyoshi. The team would not be where we are if it weren’t for you. You shaped up and helped us grow. It’s because of you that I’ve grown.”

“I should still be growing with you,” Came Kiyoshi’s reply in a quiet whisper.

Kuroko continued to rub Kiyoshi’s head.

“Look at me,” Kiyoshi said with a grim laugh, sitting up and wiping away tears. “Here I am a blubbering mess, acting like I’m dying. You must be embarrassed to have me as your senpai.”

“There’s no shame in expressing your frustrations. It means you’re human.”

“I’m scared of the future, Kuroko. I’m not really sure what I want to do with myself.”

“That’s ok. Like you said, you’re only seventeen. You’ve got time to decide what you want to do. I know you well enough that this predicament, unfortunate that it is, will not be your undoing.. I already told you that your resilience is one of the things I admire from you. This is not the end for you. Not yet.”

Kiyoshi smiled, resting his head against Kuroko’s shoulders. “How do you always manage to find the right things to say?”

Kuroko said nothing again, answering Kiyoshi by threading his fingers through his hair once more.

“I’d like to stay like this for a while, if that’s ok?” Kiyoshi mumbled.

“Yeah.”

In the end it was decided Kiyoshi would have to have surgery on his knee, meaning his time playing basketball was over. It was a devastating blow for himself and for the rest of team. Luckily for him, though, he had their constant support on his side. He couldn’t play basketball anymore, but that didn’t stop him from being the best that he could be.

It would be a long time before he was finished showing the world who Kiyoshi Teppei would be. And there alongside him, supporting him the entire way would be the light that was once his shadow.

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her favorite color is chrome

Momoi goes to see Kuroko for a tune-up /eyebrow waggle

“That should finish it off, Miss Momoi,” Kuroko said, wiping his hands on a shop rag.  There was still oil on his hands when he pushed his hair back, leaving a big smudge on his forehead.  

Momoi wanted to wipe it off.  Momoi wanted to kiss him.  She did neither, instead flexing her arm and nodding.  “Thank you again Kuroko.  The usual calibration drills?”

“Yes please, as well as testing the hologram projector’s controls, just to make sure everything synced properly. Murasakibara’s work is always top-notch, but it’s important to double check.”  With that, he took two steps back and tossed an apple at her.

Momoi caught it easily; her robotic arm had even better reflexes than her original.  Holding it in her left hand, she flicked open a knife from her right arm and started peeling and slicing the apple.  

“Hand-eye coordination and detail work all seems to be up to code.  My arm isn’t pulling to the right anymore, either, and that was the main issue.” She held out a slice of apple to Kuroko, who accepted it with a nod.

Munching on her own piece, Momoi set the rest aside and hopped to her feet.  Her bionic leg flexed smoothly with the motion.  She pulled up her other foot to balance solely on her left leg, then hopped a couple of times.  “Balance is good, I--oh!”  On her final bounce, her leg had reacted with more give than she was accustomed to, and she managed to aim her fall back into the chair behind her.

“Your leg might be wound a little tight,” Kuroko suggested.  

“You know, you might be right,” Momoi laughed.  

Grabbing a tool, Kuroko knelt in front of her and adjusted it, then held out a hand to help her back up.  Cautiously, Momoi took a few more steps.  

“I think that’s better… Do you think I should come back again tomorrow so you can check it?”  She hesitated, then pushed forward.  “We could go for a walk in the park.”

Kuroko nodded thoughtfully.  “I think you’d better,” he responded, a knowing gleam in his eye.  “It’s a date.”

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drive me crazy half the time

When a figure in a vaguely-familiar basketball jersey tugged Midorima into a side hallway, he just sighed and took off his glasses, tucking them away in the case he kept in his bookbag for such occasions.  

Dimly, he wondered what it was this time.  His green hair?  His lucky items?  The simple fact that he existed without friends to protect him?

“I don’t carry money with me,” he heard himself say.  “So if you’re going to hit me to take my lunch money, you may as well skip the prologue.”

“What? No, dude, I need your help.”

Midorima blinked.  That was a first.  More alarming still, he knew that voice.  It couldn’t be…  He fumbled out his glasses and put them on, pushing them onto his nose by the tape holding the bridge together.

There, grinning at him like he hadn’t a care in the world, was Takao Kazunari.   Definitely him, from the black hair that always fell just so into his gray eyes, to the brace he always kept on his wrist so he wouldn’t damage it, down to his shoes, one of which was always, always, tied with a bright green “lucky” lace.  It was cool when an athlete did it, Midorima supposed.  

Takao Kazunari, ace of the basketball team, darling of the school, the guy everyone wanted to either be or date or both.  He’d led the team to the quarter-finals at the Winter Cup last year.  He even managed to make that awful orange jersey look good.  

Not that Midorima noticed what he was wearing, or how his shoulders looked in the jersey on game days, or how nice he looked in his suit, or that he fell asleep in geometry, or--

“--so will you help me?”  Takao was looking at him expectantly.  

“I--ah… yes.  S-sure,” Midorima stuttered.   Help him with what?  

“Great!” Takao--Takao!--beamed.  “Meet me at the west door after school?  We can go to my house.”  Without waiting for an answer, he strolled away, hands laced together at the back of his neck, whistling.

Suddenly grateful he was in a side corridor, Midorima slid down the wall to sit on the floor and reran the last few moments in his head.  He pulled his lucky item for the day--a teddy bear he’d borrowed from his baby sister--out of his bag and stared at it.

“I think I just agreed to tutor Takao Kazunari at geometry,” he informed the bear.  “At his house.   Me!”  

Well, I always wanted to make him recognize me, Midorima thought.  

Now what?  

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to the morning we're cast out

“I have a blanket,” the guy said, waving the edge of it a bit. “I don’t mind sharing.”

The sound of the alarm seemed to come from directly about Kuroko’s head.  He jerked awake with a gasp, tumbling out of bed and into his houseshoes.  The alarm kept blaring, a klaxon he distantly recalled from drills as a signal for fire.

Now that he thought about it, Kuroko could smell smoke.

That more than anything hurried his steps as he grabbed his keys, shoved them in his sweatpants pocket, and rushed down the hall and outside to the courtyard.  The rest of his fellow apartment residents were gathering there in the chilly pre-dawn air.  Most of them had had the presence of mind to grab jackets or blankets on the way out.

Kuroko blinked the last bits of sleep from his eyes and looked around, taking stock of his situation.  The fire alarm was faintly audible from inside the building, and it was now joined in discordant harmony by a fire truck pulling into the parking lot.  A stiff wind blew through the bare trees, and he shivered.

His most immediate problem was his clothing.  In his haste, Kuroko hadn’t remembered to bring a jacket, and his thin t-shirt wasn’t enough to keep out the breeze.  He looked down and scowled.  He’d forgotten his binder, too.

Resisting the urge to cross his arms over his chest, he proceeded to a nearby bench and sat down as firefighters rushed into the building.  He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back of the bench.

A moment or two later--just long enough that the cold had really seeped into Kuroko’s lungs and bones--a large person radiating warmth thumped down on the other side of the bench.

“Are you cold?” the source of the warmth asked.  

Kuroko opened his eyes and looked his neighbor over.  He was big and broad, just like he’d expected; standing, he would tower over Kuroko, even though they were of a similar age.  He tried not to resent the guy for that.  His size wasn’t his most distinguishing feature, though: that honor belonged to the warm brown eyes set under thick brows.  

“I have a blanket,” the guy said, waving the edge of it a bit.  “I don’t mind sharing.”

“I don’t even know your name,” Kuroko responded, suspicious.  He could take care of himself, but that doesn’t mean he knew that.  

“Oh! Sorry man,” he apologized.  “I’ve seen you so much in the gym that I forgot we haven’t actually met.  I’m Kiyoshi Teppei.”  He held out a hand.

“Kuroko Tetsuya,” he responded.  “You’ve seen me in the gym?”

Kiyoshi nodded, smiling wistfully.  “I keep up with the people I see working with basketballs.  I used to play, until-- I used to play.”  He looked down and away for a moment, and Kuroko noticed the edge of a brace peeking out beneath the hem of his shorts.  Then he looked back up, meeting Kuroko’s eyes and smiling brilliantly again.  “But now I’m in sports science.  Pre-physical therapy.  What are you majoring in?”

“Early childhood education,” Kuroko responded, challengingly.  It wasn’t the most masculine of career choices, a fact he tried very hard to not give a fuck about.

Rather than saying something disparaging, Kiyoshi just nodded.  Kuroko felt himself soften towards the guy a bit more.    

“I really will share my blanket if you’re cold,” Kiyoshi said.  “You usually wear extra layers, I know, so--”

“Why do you know so much about me?” Kuroko inturrupted.

To his surprise, Kiyoshi flushed.  “Well… I--like I said, I see you in the gym, and… My friends told me I need to stop mooning over the cute basketball player and just ask you out already.”  The last bit came out in a rush.  

Kuroko stared.  Any response he was about to give was cut off by a gust of wind that made him shiver violently.  

“Here, god, sorry,” Kiyoshi said, and before Kuroko could react he was swathed in his fuzzy, violently pink blanket.  

“Y-you don’t have to do that,” Kuroko stuttered, even as his treacherous fingers pulled the warm fabric closer around him.

Kiyoshi waved the protest away.  “I run hot, it’s fine.”

You certainly do, Kuroko thought.  No longer swaddled in the blanket, he could see that Kiyoshi certainly hadn’t let himself go after he stopped playing basketball.  

Again before he could speak, Kuroko was interrupted.  

“All clear!  The fire is put out and you can go back inside!” called a red-haired fireman from the front of the building.  

Kiyoshi stood, and Kuroko followed him.  “I guess I gave that to you a little late, didn’t I,” Kiyoshi apologized.

“Tell you what,” Kuroko said, surprising himself with his boldness. “It’s almost morning anyway I’ll give it back to you at breakfast.  My treat.”

The brightness of Kiyoshi’s smile put the rising sun to shame.

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MASKED VIGILANTE KEEPS STREETS SAFE

TOKYO.  Sources report that the masked vigilante known only to the public as “the Emperor” has been spotted once again.  Last night alone, police reports place the Emperor at the scene of at least six attempted crimes, and report him as instrumental in the capture of over ten criminal suspects.  However, not all of our boys in blue are happy to see the law being taken into the Emperor’s hands

“The Emperor is just some guy,” said police officer Aomine Daiki.  “He hasn’t gotten any of the training or the limitations on his power that the police do.  Running around and assaulting people, whether they’re criminals or not, is illegal.”

Other prominent citizens disagree with Aomine’s statement.  

“I think the Emperor is doing some good work,” said Akashi Seijuro, head of the international Akashi Corporation (For more information on the communications empire, see page 1C).  “He stopped a break-in at one of my factories a week or so back.  I’d like to buy him a drink.”

More troubling still than the recent spike in petty crime in Tokyo is the advent of other mask-wearing individuals--and not all of them are as lawful as the Emperor.  

The cat burglar known only as Pink Panther has struck again, this time appropriating several awards and statuettes from the home of actor and model Kise Ryouta (for news on Kise’s latest movie, turn to 2D).  Pink Panther, as she is known due to the signature pink catsuit she wears, appeared on only one security camera during the robbery.  A member of Kise’s personal security team reported that the burglar was aware of the camera’s existence and appeared on tape voluntarily.  

“She blew a kiss right at the camera!” said Kasamatsu Yukio in his statement to the police.  “If I’d been on duty that night, I’d’ve kicked her ass.”

Sources indicate that the Emperor has taken a personal interest in the case.  While no statements have been verified,  an anonymous source claiming to be close to the Emperor said, “He’s not gonna rest until he has [Pink Panther] in handcuffs.”  

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Internet Buds

Lifestyle AU: Internet AoKaga Centric. Words: 794 For kyhagamis! 

Young Kagami, age nine, bolted to the family computer room as soon as he finished eating dinner. It was Saturday evening, 8:00pm. If his calculations were correct, it was 1:00pm the following Sunday in Japan where his friend lived.

“Woah, where are you going in such a hurry?” His dad asked.

“My friend from Japan should be online right now, I’m gonna log on and chat with him.”

“Oh no, you’re going to do the dishes first,” his dad ordered.

Kagami whined. “But daaaad!”

“You know the rules, Taiga.”

His dad’s voice was firm.

“What if he’s already logged off by the time I’m done?”

“Taiga,” Kagami senior warned.

Kagami pouted as he trudged to the kitchen.

“You can get on the computer when you’ve finished cleaning up,” his dad called.

Kagami began to wash quickly, only to slow down when his dad followed with, “Don’t rush. I can tell when you haven’t done a good job.”

Finally after what seemed like forever––it was only 5 minutes––Kagami finished wiping down the counters and went to the computer room. He logged into his favorite chat site and looked to see if his buddy was online. Seconds later the message CoolBasketball5 in now online flashed across the screen.

Aomine Daiki , age 9, logged on to his favorite chat site as soon as he finished eating lunch. He smiled as he saw that his favorite chat buddy, Basketball4Ever10, was already online.

He began typing.

CoolBasketball5: Hey, what’s up?

*Basketball4Ever10 is typing*

Basketball4Ever10: Not much, just got finished with dinner. You?”

CoolBasketball5: Just finished with lunch. How did your game go the other day? Did you win?”

*Basketball4Ever10 is typing*

Basketball4Ever10: Well duh, lol. What about you, don’t you have a game coming up?”

CoolBasketball5: Yeah, this Thursday. We’re gonna win, I know it.”

*Basketball4Ever10 is typing*

Basketball4Ever10: You will. Brb, ok?

CoolBasketball5: k

Aomine waited, drumming his fingers against the desk.

Kagami returned to the computer room, a frown on his face. He began typing again.

Basketball4Ever10: Hey, I gotta go. My dad found out I failed my math test so I’m grounded. I can’t get on for a whole week. So I guess I’ll talk to you later. . .”

*CoolBasketball5 is typing*

CoolBasketball5: Oh man, that really sucks :/

Basketball4Ever10: Let me know how your game goes, ok?”

*CoolBasketball5 is typing*

CoolBasketball5: I will. See you.

Basketball4Ever10: ttyl :/

And then Kagami signed off and trudged to his room.

After Kagami wa no longer grounded, the two talked some more. He learned that his online friend’s team had won their game. He wasn’t surprised. They continued to talk for months, then years, both of them reaching middle school. Their conversations became less and less frequent. Both of them were busy with school, and Kagami learned that Aomine was a part of one of the most prestigious basketball teams in Japan.

And then their online interactions just. . .stopped. Kagami’s friend, whose real name he never learned, stopped talking to him all together, and Kagami wasn’t able to get online anymore either since he was getting ready to move back to Japan where he was originally from.

He figured he’d never hear from CoolBasketball5 ever again.

*Several Years Later*

“You idiot, the moon doesn't orbit around us,” Aomine insulted.

“Who are you calling an idiot, dumbass? Of course it does!” Kagami argued back.

Aomine looked around at his friends. “He’s wrong, right?”

The rest of the GOM shook their heads.

“He’s right, Aominecchi.”

“See?” Kagami gloated, a smug look on his face.

“Wipe that look off your face you’re still a dumbass.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“That’s enough, you two,” Akashi scolded looking between the two of them.

“CoolBasketball5 would have never called me an idiot. . .” Kagami mumbled under his breath.

Aomine raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Kagami shrugged. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Yes you did, I heard you.”

“Well if you heard me then what did I say, hmm?” Kagami challenged.

“You said something about CoolBasketball5.”

“He was an online friend of mine a long time ago, and a lot cooler than you.”

Kagami smirked, but the reaction Aomine gave him wasn’t what he expected. Aomine looked utterly shocked, as if he knew something Kagami didn’t.

“Why are you looking at me that way?” He asked, slightly uncomfortable.

“You’re not Basketball4Ever10, are you?”

Kagami was colored shocked as well. “How do you know that?”

“I’m CoolBasketball5!”

There was a brief moment of silence while Kagami processed the information. After a couple of long seconds he stood up abruptly.

“What?!”

Midorima leaned over to Kuroko, whispering. “Do you have any idea what they’re talking about?”

“Not a clue,” Kuroko replied. “But I am for sure going to use CoolBasketball5 and Basketball4Ever10 against them for the rest of their lives.”

[kuroko-no-drabbles]

Chapter 3: Caress (NSFW)

Lifestyle: Domestic 

Part 3 of 3 AkaMomo Centric Words: 1175

Akashi looked down at the woman that laid next to him on his bed. The sheets clung to the curves of her body and her pink hair, now out of its ponytail from earlier, draped over her naked shoulder and the pillow her head rest on. Her eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling slowly, indicating her slumber. Akashi brushed a strand of hair out of her face, his fingers resting on her cheek.

He smiled. Momoi was something else. Akashi never had sex on the first date, it just wasn’t his style. But he couldn’t help himself with Momoi. The moment he met her he knew he was gonna like her, and then to learn she had a great personality on top of being beautiful? He was honestly surprised he didn’t outwardly make a fool of himself on their date because inwardly he was a babbling idiot.

Now here they were, both naked, in his room, on his bed. It was amazing how one thing led to another.

*An Hour Earlier*

Momoi didn’t want her date to end. Alas, it was evident it had to as the two of them arrived back to the dorms after walking back from lunch.

“Thank you for everything, I really appreciate it,” she smiled at him.

“It was my pleasure, truly.”

The two of them stood there for a moment, waiting. Momoi broke the silence first.

“Well I guess I’d better get insi-”

“Do you want to come back to my place?” Akashi interrupted.

“Huh?”

“Do you want to come back to my place?” He repeated, a gentle smile on his face.

Momoi twiddled her thumbs nervously and excitedly. “Do you always offer to take your dates back to your house on the first date?”

“No, just you. I want to spend more time with you, if you’ll let me.”

“I want to spend more time with you, too.”

The door to Akashi’s apartment shut behind him and he turned the lock into place. He took a hold of Momoi’s hand and led her to his bedroom. As soon as they sat down he kissed her, tasting the cherry flavor of her lip gloss. His lips were soft and his fingers gentle as he caressed her face.

Momoi’s hand grasped at the back of Akashi’s head, her fingers running through his soft hair. Tentatively she rubbed her tongue against his own. He was more than happy to oblige with her request for more intensity.

The two broke apart, panting, their eyes hooded as they stared at each other intently.

“Am I going too fast?” Akashi asked, his voice low.

Momoi shook her head in response and Akashi grinned, gently pushing her shoulder to show her he wanted her to lie down.

Momoi’s breath hitched in her throat the moment she lied down as Akashi began to pepper kisses all over her exposed collarbone. When she felt his teeth nip at her skin she gasped. Akashi pulled back and stared down at her, concerned.

“I’m sorry, was that too much?”

“On the contrary, it gave me a wonderful sensation. I was just caught off guard.”

Akashi continued creating love bites on her skin, and Momoi ran her fingers up and down his back, breathing intently.

Frustrated by his own clothes, Akashi got off the bed momentarily to take off his jacket and shirt, leaving him bare from the waist up.

Oh damn.

Momoi felt like she was going to combust. Her mind couldn’t form any coherent thoughts so she definitely wasn’t going to open her mouth, and she felt so hot it was almost painful.

Akashi crawled back onto the bed and resumed biting and sucking at her skin. His hands began to wander her body, gliding up and down her waist and across her stomach, applying more and more pressure with each pass through, as if he were giving her a massage. Her dress was soon removed off her body, leaving her clad in underwear only. Akashi’s hand immediately slipped past the waistband of her lacy black number and started rubbing her clit with his thumb while his middle finger slipped inside her. His other hand unclasped her her bra, tossed it aside, and grabbed one of her breasts, rubbing her nipple with his thumb.

“Fuck,” she cried out, not expecting him to move so quickly.

Akashi stilled momentarily, giving her an amused smile anod a raised a brow. “How vulgar.”

Momoi gave a snort and pulled him down for a kiss. He was more than happy to oblige.

As they kissed Akashi began to move his hands again and Momoi grinded her hips against his palm. Her whine of protest as he broke away from their kiss was quickly replaced by a moan of pleasure when his lips enveloped her nipple, sucking gently.

Her hands wanted down his naked chest and abs, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. The belt clinked as she undid it and the rest of his clothes came off, leaving him completely bare. Momoi could feel his erection pressing against her thigh. This was actually happening. The two of them were about to have sex.

Akashi sat up to take off Momoi’s panties when he noticed the change in her demeanor.

“What’s wrong?” He asked with concern.

“It’s just, are you sure you’re ok with this? With me?”

He chuckled. “I'm more than ok. I don’t ever do this on the first date, that’s how much I like you. More importantly are you ok with this? Just say the word and we can stop.”

“No, I want to keep going. I want to feel all of you. Make love to me, Seijuurou.”

He kissed her again, quickly but passionately. “It would be an honor.”

They made love. Slow, passionate, sensual love. Akashi’s caresses were gentle, his kisses soft. His thrusts were deep, slow. Momoi felt like she was on cloud nine. None of her past lovers had ever treated her with such gentle passion.

Good things unfortunately had to come to an end, however, and after an intense orgasm that rocked both their worlds they were spent.

“Wow,” Momoi sighed blissfully as Akashi rolled off of her.

“I couldn’t agree more. Ready for round two?”

“Round two? I need to rest!” She laughed.

He sat up, grinning. “I’m only joking. Partially. I would like to continue when we’ve both rested up.”

Momoi smiled at him tiredly. “I’d be willing.”

“You’re tired, it’s been an eventful afternoon for you. Go ahead and sleep, if you want. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Momoi didn’t have to be told twice. She moved the covers of his bed and snuggled beneath them, falling asleep almost instantly.

So there Akashi sat, the most beautiful woman he ever had the fortune of meeting lying beside him. He yawned too.

It wouldn’t hurt for me to rest a while too.

He settled down beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulled her close. To him, having her there never felt so right.

[kuroko-no-drabbles]

Chapter 2: Very

Lifestyle: College AU (Coffee Shop)

Part 2 of 3

Words: 1973

AkaMomo Centric

The Friday Sun had finally peaked over the horizon, glared down throughout the day, and was now starting to set. Momoi still hadn’t called Akashi and she was staring at his number on the piece of paper he gave her while lying on her bed.

“Look, just call the guy. You’re grinning like an idiot.”

Momoi puffed her cheeks at the other occupant in the room. Her childhood friend Aomine Daiki ended up going to the same college as her and would crash in her dorm on occasion. Today was one of those days.

“Oh hush, Dai-chan!”

Aomine was the first person Momoi told when she got home from work the other day when Akashi gave her his number. This wasn’t the first time Aomine had heard about this Akashi fellow. The guy sounded too good to be true with the way Momoi went on about him. There was no way a guy that was around their age was already as successful as he was. A quick Google search proved otherwise. The guy was top of his class in high school, graduated with multiple awards and honors from the university he attended, and landed a job at one the most prestigious companies in the region days after he graduated. Top that off with his rapid climb up to the top and the guy was basically a god. As an added bonus Momoi told him that Akashi told her he coached a children’s basketball team in his free time. Ever since he took over as coach his little team had won several championships. Go figure.

Aomine scowled. The guy still seemed too good to be true.

“I don’t really think he’s as great as you say? I mean, so what if he’s accomplished all of this stuff in such a short time? He’s probably an ass.”

Momoi gave a slight smile. Aomine wasn't jealous by any means, but Momoi was his best friend.

“You’re not worried about me, are you?”

Aomine snorted. “No. Why would I worry about a dummy like you?”

Momoi just rolled her eyes and then took a deep breath. “Ok, here I go.”

She dialed the number and the phone rang. A voice answered soon after. There was no turning back now.

“This is Akashi Seijuurou.”

His voice was professional, slightly tense.

“Aka- I mean, Seijuurou it’s me, Satsuki.”

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for you. It’s good to hear your voice, I was afraid you had forgotten about me.”

Momoi noticed an immediate change in his voice and blushed at his comment. He sounded at ease and genuinely pleased with the fact that she was the one who called him.

“Oh no, I just. . .” She trailed off, not entirely sure what to say.

“You just?” He echoed.

She had a feeling he was teasing her.

“I just lost track of time,” she settled on, even though it was only partially true. She had been nervous too.

Akashi gave a small laugh on the other line. “I see. So when are you free, tomorrow?”

“I don’t work, so we could meet up at ten tomorrow morning?”

“Perfect. I’ll come pick you up.”

“Oh no, that’s ok! The university isn’t far from the coffee shop so I can walk.”

“Well then we’ll walk together, how's that?”

“I couldn’t make you do that. . .”

“On the contrary, it would be an honor. Please allow me to be a gentleman on your behalf.”

Well when you put it that way.

“Ok,” she responded softly.

“Goodnight, Satsuki. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight, Seijuurou.”

The call ended and Momoi buried her face in her pillow, hiding the tinge of pink on her cheeks.

Momoi arrived a bit earlier than their designated meetup time. A lot earlier, actually. Fifteen minutes. She just, couldn’t wait. Akashi had texted her earlier that morning asking for the best meetup spot and she replied at the front of the dorms. She felt awkward sitting outside on one of the benches outside the dorm, her book bag next to her.. People kept looking at her curiously as they walked by. Not that she blamed them, she did stand out. Or at least she felt like she did.

She looked at the the clock on her phone. Only 3 minutes had ticked by. Of course.

Akashi pulled up to the school, parking his car. He noticed Momoi sitting on one of the benches and smiled.

I wonder how long she’s been waiting? He thought to himself as he got out of his car.

She looked nice today, with her hair in a low side ponytail and her sundress a light blue color. She was cute, truth be told.

He had approached the bench but she hadn’t taken notice, her gaze wandering elsewhere.

“Good morning,” he said.

She jumped slightly, surprised by the sudden voice and turned around. He finally got a good look at her face, making note of the shimmer on her lips from her lip gloss. She looked like she was wearing a bit of mascara too. Not that she needed it, her eyes were beautiful without makeup.

“Good morning! I’m sorry, how long have you been standing there?”

“Not long, don’t worry about it. How long have you been here?”

She shrugged. “Oh, not long.”

The look on his face told her that he new she was lying. He made no comment.

“Are you ready? Do you have everything you need?”

Momoi patted her book bag that sat beside her on the bench. “Yep, ready as I’ll ever be.”

Akashi offered his hand. “Shall we, then?”

Damn he’s smooth.

“Yes.”

“Satsuki.”

Momoi looked up at Akashi as he spoke. The two were walking on the sidewalk, almost arriving to their destination. Akashi’s voice was low, concerning.

“Yes?” Momoi asked, worried.

“I don’t want to alarm you, but there’s been someone following us ever since we left the university. Short blue hair, dark skin. If he follows us inside the coffee shop I’m calling the police.”

Momoi groaned. “Ugh, no, it’s fine. Dai-chan you idiot. . .” She mumbled the last bit under her breath.

“Do you know him?”

“Yes. That’s Aomine Daiki, my childhood best friend.”

She turned around and called out to him. “Dai-chan, come over here and introduce yourself and stop following us like a weirdo!”

His cover blown, Aomine caught up with Akashi and Momoi.

Momoi hit him on the arm as soon as he walked up. “You dummy, we thought we were being stalked.”

“Hey, just looking out for your wellbeing is all.” He turned to look at Akashi eyeing him up and down, a small scowl on his face. “You must be Akashi.”

Ugh, this guy really is perfect.

“So you know about me, then?” Akashi questioned.

“Yeah, Satsuki doesn’t shut up about the handsome patron that comes into work.”

Momoi blushed, hitting Aomine again. “Dai-chan!”

The corners of Akashi’s mouth curled up into an amused smile. He wanted to probe at Momoi more but decided he could do that when they were alone.

“Are you two more than just friends?” He asked.

Both Aomine and Momoi laughed and Akashi raised an eyebrow. “I’ll take that as a no?”

“Dai-chan and I tried the dating thing once, and it just didn’t work out for us. We’ve been friends for so long that it felt like we were dating a sibling.”

Aomine nodded in agreement.

“Dai-chan’s dating someone right now anyway.”

On cue, Aomine’s phone buzzed and he pulled it out of his pocket. “Speaking of which, I gotta go. Keep out of trouble.”

Momoi rolled her eyes. “I don’t wanna hear that from you.”

Aomine gave Akashi a once over, gave some sort of grunt in what sounded like wary approval, and left. Akashi raised an eyebrow in response.

“You two seem close.”

“Yeah, he can be a pain in my butt, but I love him.”

“Shall we continue, then?”

Momoi nodded in response and they continued on.

“Oh my god, have we been here for that long?” Momoi said, looking at the clock on the wall of the coffee shop. “I’m sorry for keeping you here with me for so long.”

The two of them had been there for a few hours already, the clock showing it was almost one in the afternoon. Akashi had been a great help to Momoi with her linguistics studies, and she was already beginning to understand it a lot better with his help. Studying had led to casual conversation and before they knew it, the time had just flown by.

“Nonsense, I’ve enjoyed your company. Since it is lunch time, Why don’t we go out to eat?”

Momoi shook her head. “Unfortunately I don’t have any cash on me right now. That’s why I didn’t get any coffee here.”

“Well then, it’s a good thing this is a date huh?”

“I- it is?”

“Well I hope so, otherwise I’m going to feel foolish for thinking otherwise this entire time.”

Momoi had been hopeful that their outing was a dating, but she figured it was wishful thinking on her end. She was pleased to discover otherwise.

“Lunch would be wonderful, then.”

“Perfect. I know of a good place close by.”

At lunch, in a restaurant that Momoi would never had picked on her own because it would eat her wallet whole, the two of them talked back and forth with each other, learning more than what they could during their brief moments together at the dry cleaners.

“Enough about me, though. What about you?” Akashi nodded at her.

“Oh I haven’t done stuff near as exciting as you, like travel or learn 4 languages. I’d bore you, I’m sure.”

Akashi rested his chin in his hand casually. “Try me.”

Momoi bit her lip at the way he stared at her. “Well I mostly do volunteer work in my free time.”

“Oh, where?”

“A few places. A children’s home, LGBTQ youth center, and a soup kitchen.”

“Sounds like you’ve got your hands full. You must major in counseling, huh?”

Momoi rubbed the back of her head. “I’m that obvious, huh?”

Akashi gave her a smile that said, “Of course. I’m curious why you chose to take a class in linguistics, though. It’s not really related much to what you’re trying to pursue.”

“It just seemed like an interesting class to take, and thanks to your help I think I’m going to enjoy it more.”

“It was my pleasure. More importantly than all of this, though, do you really think I’m handsome?”

The sudden question caught Momoi off guard. “I- what?”

“Your friend said you talked about the handsome patron that comes into work, often. Do you really think I’m handsome?

“I mean, yeah. . .” She said in a quiet voice, her face flaming.

Akashi hummed in response, his eyes playful. He was teasing her. Momoi wasn’t surprised with how smooth he was, but damn? Did he have to make her heart flutter this much on the first date? Momoi wasn’t one to get nervous or blush easily, so this was completely new for her.

“I’m sorry, I pushed too far, didn’t I?”

“No, not at all! I just, don’t normally get this flustered. . .It’s a weird feeling.”

“Well I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel nervous right now either.”

Momoi raised an eyebrow. Akashi’s demeanour said otherwise. “You are?”

He nodded. “Very. It’s embarrassing how sweaty my hands are right now. Keeping myself in check in front of you is a struggle.”

“You could have fooled me. You seem as cool as a cucumber.”

“Only outwardly.”

Momoi leaned forward slightly. “So, do you think I’m attractive, then?”

There was still a blush on her cheeks, but her eyes held a spark of mischievousness. Akashi leaned forward, the gap between them narrowing.

“Very.”

[kuroko-no-drabbles]

3 part AkaMomo AU that will feature 3 different "Lifestyle" AUs. The first being "occupational"

Chapter 1: A Good Thing

LifeStyle: Occupation AU (Customer Service) Part 1 of 3

AkaMomo Centric

Words: 851

Back in middle school and in high school, Momoi would tell anyone who asked that she loved people. She loved the enthusiasm they gave, how everyone had their own special quirks, and the hustle and bustle of life. If anyone were to ask now? That would be another story.

When Momoi entered college she got a part time job to help her pay for school. The job she landed was a Customer Service Clerk at one of the local dry cleaners. The job itself wasn’t hard. Easy, in fact. But the people she encountered were so. . .so . . .horrendous. They were jerks! And that was putting it nicely. People would talk down to her condescendingly with a hint of patronization. They would raise their voices over the smallest issues that were never a big deal. They would bitch and complain to her over issues she had no control over. A couple of times customers would cuss her out, too. Momoi wanted so bad to go tell them to “fuck themselves,” but talking like that in the service industry would get you fired.

“Yes ma’am/sir,” she would reply to the constant complaints. “I apologize for the inconvenience, I’ll let my boss know.”

Always smiling. Always cheerful. She had to be.

There were, though, a couple of perks. One of which happened to be a handsome young man who came twice a week. Akashi Seijuurou. A definite sight for sore eyes, he was always impeccably dressed, had a killer smile, and some of the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. They were a crimson red, the same color as his hair. He greeted her every time he walked in and would engage in small talk. The first time he did caught Momoi off guard. He didn’t seem like much of talker, so when he one day said, “Pretty damn hot, today, huh?” it surprised her. From then on, though, the two would talk frequently when he came in. Their conversations didn’t last very long, five minutes at best, but Momoi looked forward to them.

Momoi looked at the clock. It was about time for him to come in. Moments later the door opened and he walked inside, the bell on the door jingling as he did so. He smiled at her and went up to the counter.

“Good evening, Satsuki,” he said, placing a suit on the counter. He started greeting her by her first name about 2 weeks after he started coming in.

“Good evening, Seijuurou.”

Momoi, too, greeted him by his first name. She didn’t at first, but after his insistence she became more casual with her greetings.

“How were classes, today? The new semester started today, right? Are you taking anything exciting?” he asked, pulling out his wallet from his jacket pocket.

“They were good,” she said, grabbing his ready order off the line. “I’m taking a linguistics class this semester. It’s interesting, and I look forward to taking it, but I have a feeling it’ll be a hard class.”

“If you need help, let me know. We can meet up some time for coffee.”

“To be honest the earlier I get the help, the better,” she joked. “Your total is $25.37.”

He swiped his card. “So are you working Saturday? We could meet about 10:30 that morning at the coffee shop downtown?”

“I- what?”

“You, me, coffee? I’m going to help you with your linguistics?”

Momoi gave an awkward laugh. “You were serious?”

“Of course. Were you not?”

“I- no. I mean, yes, I probably need the help, but I didn’t think you- Do you even have time? Aren’t you busy with a full time job, or. . .” Momoi trailed off, embarrassed by her stammers.

Akashi was older than Momoi by a few years, having already graduated college. She learned that he climbed quickly up the corporate ladder at the company he worked at and was more than likely going to be Vice President within the next year. Hell, he’d probably take the company over, truthfully. Momoi didn’t really know him all that well, but she could tell. There was just something about him.

Akashi gave an amused smile. “I’ll make the time.” He pulled a small notepad out of his pocket, grabbed a pen off the desk and scribbled something down.

“Here,” he said, tearing the sheet out he just wrote on and handing it to her. “Call me before the end of the week and let me know your schedule for the weekend. We’ll work out a time when we can meet up.”

Momoi could only nod in response as she took the paper from his hand.

“See you, Satsuki.”

“Have a good evening, sir.” She replied, reverting back to her customer service ways.

Akashi gave a small smile and walked out the door, the bell tingling on his way out.

Momoi looked down at the paper in her hand where his phone number was written down. She smiled, excited, and pocketed the paper. There really were some good things about working in customer service.

[kuroko-no-drabbles]

pie-lette redux, pt1

The facts were these: Kiyoshi Teppei could raise the dead, and he wasn't happy about it. (Rewrite of pushing daisies with knb)

One summer day, when Young Kiyoshi was 9 years, 27 weeks, 6 days, and 3 minutes old, he realized he wasn’t like the other children.  Nor was he like anyone else; Young Kiyoshi could touch dead things and bring them back to life. 

While his grandmother was in the kitchen baking a pie, a blood vessel in her brain burst, killing her instantly.  Young Kiyoshi shook his grandmother to see if she was alright, and just like that, she was.  Unfortunately, Young Kiyoshi’s gift came with some conditions:

It was not only a gift that gave--it also took.  If Young Kiyoshi kept a dead person alive for longer than one minute, someone else had to die in their place.  When Young Kiyoshi raised his grandmother, he had traded her life for the life of his best friend’s father across the street.

This was not the only rule Young Kiyoshi would learn that day.  You see, his first touch gave life. A second touch made them dead, again.  Forever.

That night, after his grandmother tucked him in, she kissed him on the forehead and was immediately returned to her most recent state--which is to say, death.

At the joint funerals later than week, Young Kiyoshi’s grandmother and Young Riko’s father were buried on adjoining hills.  Dizzy with grief, Young Kiyoshi and Young Riko shared their first and only kiss.

After his grandmother’s death, Young Kiyoshi, sent away to boarding school, avoided social attachments, fearing what he may do if someone else he loved died.  He also became obsessed with pies.

It’s 19 years, 34 weeks, 1 day, and 59 minutes later, heretofore known as now.

Young Kiyoshi has become The Piemaker.  

He runs a small shop in the city known as the Pie Hole.  The peaches never brown, the strawberries never shrivel.  In his hands, dead fruit becomes ripe with everlasting flavor--so long as he only touches it once.

[kuroko-no-drabbles]

get in the (adventure)zone

Midorima makes the GoM play DnD.  It goes super well.  Rewrite of the first episode of the podcast The Adventure Zone.

“--and that’s the basics,” Midorima finished.  “Any questions?”

Around the table, every hand went up, and Midorima sighed behind the screen protecting his notes.  He looked around the table and seemed to resign himself to the worst.  “Yes, Aomine?”

“When do we get to hit stuff?” he asked.  

“We haven’t even introduced our characters yet!  God, okay.  We’ll start with you.  Did you read the manual?  What race is your character?”

Aomine stared for a moment before flipping open his book.  “Uhhhhh…. I’m….. a bugbear.  Named….. Klarg.”

“Klarg?”  Midorima goggled.  

“You said it’s gotta be a fantasy name!” Aomine defended.  “Leave Klarg alone.  He’s big and hairy and he has a club and a hellhound because he’s badass.”

Midorima frowned.  “You get a hellhound when I say you’ve earned one.  Fine, we have… Klarg.  Kagami?”

Kagami leaned forward.  “Okay, my character is a lawful good cleric dwarf named Merle Highchurch.  He’s a follower of the god Pan, which means he’s into nature and healing people, and he carries a staff which gives him a +2 to all unarmed attacks.  He--”

“Okay,” Midorima interrupted.  “Um, great.  You’re… good to go.  You’ve played before?”

“Nope,” Kagami shrugged.  He ate a handful of chips.

“My turn!”  Kise stopped fidgeting with his new dice set and pulled his character sheet toward him.  

It was blank.

“My character is an elf wizard named….”  Kise looked across the table at Murasakibara, who was finishing his meal and ignoring everyone else.  “Taaco.”

“You’re naming your goddammed wizard Taco?” Midorima said irritably.  “Please, will someone take this seriously.”

“No, no!” Kise said.  “It’s Taaco with two A’s.  It’s fantasy, right?  So tacos don’t exist.”  He sat up straight.  “Maybe my character is going to invent them!”

“You know what?  Fine.  Fine, that’s great.  So we have Klarg, Merle, and… Taaco.”  

Akashi cleared his throat at the end of the table.  “I believe it’s my turn now.  My character is a dwarven fighter named Magnus Burnsides.  I have his character ready to go; I just need to roll his stats.”  With that, he picked up his dice and started rolling them.  Everyone stared in amazement.  

“... That can’t be right,” Kagami finally said.  “Here, use my dice instead for the next couple.”  He shoved his basic d20 across the table, and Akashi obligingly rolled it too.

“...You’ve just rolled six critical hits in a row,” Midorima marveled.

Akashi smiled smugly.  “My rolls are absolute.”  

[kuroko-no-drabbles]

Rock Band AU 2 (Player Three has Joined the Game)

“I play in my garage. This way,” Aomine said, walking out of the house. Momoi followed behind and Kuroko stepped in beside her.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Kuroko,” he greeted himself to her with a small smile.

Even when standing beside her he still didn’t have any presence. But Momoi had a feeling his lack of presence was something to be reckoned with. Like he probably used his lack of presence to surprise people with abilities they more than likely assumed he didn’t have. She was excited to hear him sing.

“Momoi Satsuki,” she greeted back. “The cocky idiot in front of you is Aomine Daiki.”

“That was rude, Satsuki, I’m not cocky I just know I’m good.” Aomine replied, opening the garage door.

“You’re not going to argue against the fact she called you an idiot?”

Aomine said nothing as he walked inside the garage, which Kuroko took to mean the former was well aware Momoi meant it in good fun, or, he actually was an idiot most of the time.

“Do you play an instrument, or sing, Momoi-san?”

“She can’t sing a tune in a bucket,” Aomine teased from the other side of the garage as he plugged his guitar into the amplifier. “And as far as instruments she doesn’t play anything cool so it’s not like it matters.”

“Dai-chan, you ass!” she turned to Kuroko. “I can sing just fine. I’m not the best singer, probably, but I’m not tone deaf.” She cut her eyes in Aomine’s direction, who was grinning.

“What instrument do you play?”

“I play the harp.”

“I love the harp, it’s one of my favorites. I’d love to hear you play some time.”

Momoi smiled. Kuroko was already being so nice and now he wanted to hear her play?

I’m gonna end up falling for him soon if I’m not careful.

“I would love to play for you.”

“So what do you want to sing? I’ve got you all set up,” Aomine asked, pointing to the microphone placed in its stand.

“Surprise me.”

Aomine raised an eyebrow at Kuroko’s subtle confidence. “Alright if you insist.”

He began to play one of his favorites. The sound that came from Kuroko was…indescribable. Who would have thought that such an invisible person could produce such an amazing sound? His powerful voice filled the garage, sending the good kind of chill through both Aomine and Momoi’s bodies.

As soon as the song ended Momoi clapped enthusiastically.

““That was amazing! I’m just…wow.” she turned to Aomine. “That was great, huh, Dai-chan?”

Aomine put a hand on his hip in a sort of power stance and grinned. “Yeah. I must say I wasn’t expecting that.”

Kuroko just shrugged. “Most people don’t. So, am I good enough for you or should I take my talent somewhere else?”

“You’re more than good enough,” Momoi blurted before Aomine could even open his mouth. He nodded in agreement.

He chimed in. “We don’t really have much of a plan of what we’re going to do, honestly, but for now our main goal is to get more members.”

Kuroko shrugged. “Makes sense.”

“In the meantime, why don’t you guys play a bit more together to get more comfortable with each other? Who knows you might attract more attention,” Momoi suggested.

As they played, sure enough a stranger came into the garage. He looked about the same height as Aomine, maybe an inch shorter, with golden yellow hair paired perfectly with similar colored eyes. His eyelashes were beautiful, but his eyes were also accentuated by perfect cateye eyeliner. There was just something about his entire presence that screamed out “model.” Kuroko and Aomine stopped and looked at the intruder.

“Hello!” Momoi greeted cheerfully. “Is there something we could help you with?”

“No, I just couldn’t help listen. Have you two been playing together for long?”

Aomine shook his head. “I just met this guy today. I’m wanting to form a band and he saw my flyer. Not my internet video though because apparently he doesn’t have internet.”

“What type of teenager doesn’t have internet?” The blonde asked, looking at Kuroko curiously. Kuroko just blinked in response.

The blonde looked awkwardly away. Kuroko’s emotionless stare making him slightly uncomfortable. “Anyways, so you’re looking for members, then?”

“We are. Can you play?” Momoi asked.

“I can play anything. I’m a jack-of-all-trades. I can play any instrument.”

Aomine snorted, not believing him. “Right, sure.”

“No really, I can. I can replicate something as soon as I hear or see it. It’s a very handy talent.”

Aomine held out his electric guitar. “Well if you’re so confident in yourself then here, play what I just did. I know you heard some of it.”

“Dai-chan, stop.”

“No, I want to see. I’ll call him out on his bluff.”

The blonde took the guitar without hesitation and began to play. Aomine’s mouth fell open in disbelief. The guy played exactly what he had. Perfectly. Or almost perfect, at least. He slipped up a couple of times but it was near an exact replica of what Aomine had just played.

“See?” the blonde said, handing the guitar back to Aomine. I told you I could play anything after hearing or seeing it once”

“Not bad. Still messed up a bit though.”

“Your fingers move impossibly fast, it’s almost inhuman. There’s no way I could keep up with your pace.”

“Of course not. The only one who can play better than me, is me.”

Momoi just rolled her eyes, She couldn’t wait for the day someone knocked him down a peg.

“Don’t listen to him, you were amazing, um…” she paused, realizing he hadn’t shared his name, yet.

“Kise Ryouta,” his eyes beamed, he almost looked like a puppy with the excitement about pour out of him. “So…does this mean I’m in? I’ve never been in a band before, this will be fun!”

Aomine shrugged. “Yeah, I think you’d be good.Tetsu?”

Kuroko nodded with a simple hum.

Kise bounced on his feet, he really was like a puppy.

“It’d be best if you played a different instrument, though. Might get overwhelming with two electric guitars.”

Kise took a seat on one of the stools. “Sure, I got me a bass at my place. I can bring it over tomorrow.”

Kuroko couldn’t help but stare at the way Kise sat down on the stool. The way he places his leg, the way he leaned forward and had a sly smile on his face. Kuroko figured his hunch from earlier was correct but still wanted to confirm

“Kise?”

“Yes?” Kise asked, his eyes bright.

“You’re a model, aren’t you?”

“Yeah! How could you tell?”

Kuroko just shrugged. "You just seem like the type."

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Two posts in two days??? Astonishing! This one is a present for @kyahgamis, who requested “AoKaga secret dating.”

Aomine glared at Kagami across the party and seethed. The redhead laughed again and smiled at Kise, his white, even teeth glinting in the low light, and he nearly growled before stomping into the kitchen to find something to drink.

Sure, it was his idea for them to keep their relationship secret, but did Kagami have to act so damn single?

As soon as he left the room Kise stopped whispering updates on the NBA drafts in Kagami’s ear. “He's gone,” he said in a normal tone. “How long do you think it'll take before he snaps?"

Kagami gave him the first true grin he'd shown all night. “I'll give him two days before he caves.”

They carried on chatting, and Kuroko drifted into the kitchen to push his former light even further. Aomine was leaning against the refrigerator, staring into his drink like it had personally offended him.  Kuroko poured himself a drink, then stood next to Aomine until he started and turned around, spilling his drink over his hand.  “Where the fuck did you come from?”

Kuroko stared at him blankly.  “I’ve been here this whole time,” he said.  “Can you keep a secret, Aomine-kun?”

Aomine stared.  He’d never been asked that before.  The only secrets he’d ever had to keep were his own.   And look how well that’s going, he grumbled to himself as Kise’s perfect laughter floated in from the living room, followed by Kagami’s low chuckle.

“Sure, I can keep a secret,” he said quickly, focusing on the shorter boy in front of him.  “What’s wrong?”

Kuroko tilted his head slightly, looking with those big blue eyes at Aomine.  “I don’t know if anything is wrong, exactly,” he said.  “But I need some advice.  If I like someone, do you think I should confess to them, or should I keep it to myself?”

Aomine snorted, leaning against the kitchen counter.  “Obviously you should tell them.  If you don’t tell someone you like them, how are you ever gonna get laid?”

Kuroko nodded.  “That’s what I thought,” he said, standing up a little straighter.  “I’ll go talk to Kagami-kun now.”

Aomine choked on his drink.  “You--you like Kagami?  But--I, I--wait!”

Kuroko turned in the doorway.  “What is it, Aomine-kun?”

Aomine coughed and got his breathing back under control.  “Kagami’s your teammate, ” he said quickly.  “That’s different that if he was just some guy you liked from class or something.  What if he says no?  It might ruin your basketball.  You should definitely not confess to him right now, Kuroko.  Even if he--” Even if he wasn’t dating me “--then that’s a question you should save for the end of the season.  After the Winter Cup.”  

The idea of Kagami and Kuroko together--his two best friends--turned his stomach in an odd way.  Aomine pictured the two of them, cozying up together while they worked on the same homework, stretching before the practice they shared…  

He shook his head violently.  That was never gonna happen.  Kagami was dating him, not Kuroko.  Even if he spent more of his time with Kuroko.  Even if Kuroko was his shadow.   That’s different, he insisted to himself.  

As Touou’s ace stared blankly into space, Kuroko ghosted back into the main room.  “I think I broke him,” he reported.  Everyone snorted, loudest of all Momoi.  

“He’s an idiot,” she sighed, voice heavy with years of experience.

The rest of the Miracles nodded sagely.  

“I think it is my turn to wind him up now,” Akashi remarked.  

Midorima shook his head.  “No, Aomine might give up if he thinks you’re competition too, and we don’t want that.”

“No, I just want him to stop being a dick and just tell people we’re dating already,” Kagami muttered, rolling his eyes.  “It’s been a month.”

“Really?” Murasakibara mused.  “I’d have crushed him by now.  Better you than me, Gamichin.”  

Any retort Kagami was about to fire back was stifled when Aomine wandered back into the room.  He turned to Midorima instead and started debating about March Madness.  The shooter was the only one who bothered to follow college basketball in America.

Aomine tore his gaze away from Kagami and sat down by Momoi, studiously not looking at Kuroko on her other side.  He wasn’t sure if he could face his former shadow right now.  He nodded as Momoi chatted about...something, probably.  He kept sneaking glances at Kagami.  

Kagami’s hair was getting long, he noticed.  The fringe nearly fell into his eyes now.  Aomine wasn’t sure if he liked it.  He loved Kagami’s hair, sure, but if it blocked the view of his beautiful eyes--

“--and that’s why I told Mukkun that he wasn’t allowed to move to Mars!” Momoi said brightly.  “Don’t you agree, Daiki?”

Aomine guiltily looked back to Momoi.  “Uh, yeah, Satsuki,” he said.  “I think you’re right.”

As he oh-so-subtly looked back at his erstwhile boyfriend, he missed the wink Momoi shot Midorima, who cleared his throat.  

“I’ve been meaning to tell you, Kagami,” he said formally, loud enough that everyone in the room turned to him.  “You look… very handsome, lately.  I’ve been meaning to ask you if you would be interested--”

No way.  First Kise, the Kuroko, and now Midorima? The shooter had never looked twice at anyone, much less Aomine’s boyfriend.   He leapt to his feet.  “Kagami, can I talk to you for a minute?” he interrupted.  “In private?”  

He barely waited for an answer before he pulled a protesting Kagami into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door.  

He wasted no time in backing Kagami up against the sink, leaning into his space until that scant centimeter of difference in their heights really counted.  Aomine channeled all his frustration and jealousy into a kiss, practically attacking Kagami’s mouth with his own.  

Kagami gave as good as he got, grabbing the back of Aomine’s head and deepening the kiss until they both broke loose to gasp for breath, shoulders heaving.  When Kagami looked up, Aomine’s eyes seemed to flicker with blue light.  “What was all that about?” he panted, keeping his voice low.  “We’re at a party, Aomine, all our friends are out there--”

Aomine cut him off with another kiss.  “I was sick of it.” he growled, kissing his way down Kagami’s neck.  “Everyone fawning all over you when you’re mine.”   When he reached the junction of his neck and shoulder, Aomine bit down, sucking a hickey into his smooth skin while Kagami gasped, grabbing at his shoulders.  

“You seem...awfully worked up,” he panted.  From his perch against the sink he slid a hand up Aomine’s shirt--when had it come untucked?--and ran a hand along the lean muscles of his back.  “I thought...keeping a secret...was--oh--your idea.”

“Stupid idea,” Aomine muttered, kissing Kagami again.  He started in on a hickey on the other side of his neck for good measure.  “If it’ll stop those assholes from putting their hands all over you I’ll tell the whole world.”

Kagami pulled him up for a kiss this time.  “Promise?”

“Well, yeah,” Aomine said; he took a half-step back, and the lack of Kagami’s body heat up against him made him feel cold all over.  “Was it really bothering you, keeping us a secret?”

Kagami was flushed from their activities, but Aomine swore he turned redder as he looked down, rubbing the back of his neck.  “Well, yeah,” he said.  “I have a fucking hot boyfriend, and I couldn’t even tell anyone.  It was like… I dunno.  Like you were ashamed of me or something.”

Aomine stepped back between Kagami’s legs, reaching up a hand to cup his face.  “That’s not it,” he said.  “I swear.  I just… Fuck.”  He huffed a laugh out his nose.  “I guess I just wanted to keep you all to myself.”

Kagami pulled back to look at him, a sly grin growing on his face.  “You fucking sap,” he crowed.  “That’s the cheesiest damn thing I ever heard, that’s adorable, c’mere.”

From the other side of the door, Kise did a silent fist-pump that nearly took off Kuroko’s head before Momoi started pulling the boys away from the door.  “Let’s leave them alone,” she said.  “It’ll be awhile before they’re done anyway.”

“It’s a shame I didn’t get a turn to seduce Kagami,” Akashi said thoughtfully as he followed Momoi into the other room.  “I'll save that for another time.”