Kuroko Tetsuya x Reader: Allow me to Say[RQ]Kuroko Tetsuya x Reader: Allow me to Say[RQ] by ~Laharl101
This means 'flashback'.
A second year high school student in Seirin. Just to clear this up, you and the rest of the KnB gang met during your first year.
The sound of the ball hitting the floor, the feeling the rough leather felt in between your palms, the way the dimly lighted gym made you reminisce the memories, the memories you had with a certain Phantom Sixth. The ball dropped to the floor, and along with it your knees. They buckled up and you fell to the floor. In your mind you could already hear his soft voice ringing in your head, but that...was impossible.
"Are you okay..._____?" You felt as though he stood in front of you, his hand reached out to you with his head tilted to the side. You looked up in false hope and saw nothing but the emptiness of the gym. You bit your lip, allowing a tear to fall before d
StayKuroko, Tetsuya X Reader [Oneshot]Stay by ~2n31
"Ohayo gozaimasu." The low tone voice and the feel of something soft hitting your cheek directs your attention from your phone to your blue haired boyfriend.
"Ah, Tetsu-kun! Ohayo!" You smile brightly, standing up to give him a hug.
"When did you get here?" He asks, letting go but keeping your hand in his.
"Just ten minutes ago."
Kagami, Fukuda, Kawahara, and Furihata stare at Kuroko in disbelief. They honestly couldn't believe that the quiet and "weakest" player among their team had a girlfriend! A very hot girlfriend! And it's not like they just started dating, they have been for a few months now.
"It still amazes me how he got __(y/n)-chan to go out with him!" Kawahara sighs.
"I have to know his secrets!" Fukuda is determined to ask for advice from Kuroko during break.
"That guy is full of surprises." Kagami wonders how you saw Kuroko as boyfriend material. He brushes off the puzzling thought, sitting down in his chair. You greet the other f
My Heart's Three-Pointer: 2 - Kise RyoutaMy Heart's Three-Pointer: 2 - Kise Ryouta by ~faline4
Heaving a long sigh, you carried the large and high stack of papers in the empty hallway to the direction of the faculty room . Being the class representative of Class 1-A of Kaijo High always gave you these kind of jobs that made you feel like you're some kind of slave of both the class and the teachers.
Just then, you heard a thunderous noise accompanied by female voices quickly approaching you. Not even getting a chance to turn around and see what it was, you felt a painful impact with some guy who seemed like he was running in the hallway. All of the papers were scattered on the floor with you in the middle of it like a newborn kitten in a puddle of water during a rainy day. Pannicking, you started picking them up. Your classmates would most probably sue you for getting their papers dirty. You'll deal with this obnoxious guy later.
Suddenly, a mascular hand covered your mouth then dragged you to the nearest empty classroom, leaving the papers dispersed on the ground. A mob of screa
My Heart's Three-Pointer: 1 - Kuroko TetsuyaMy Heart's Three-Pointer: 1 - Kuroko Tetsuya by ~faline4
"You're doing it wrong, Kuroko-kun," you pointed out. His cerulean orbs went straight to your face, confusion obvious in his gaze. You placed your finger on his paper, showing him a polynomial which he factored wrongly.
"Once you're wrong in one part, you're also wrong in your answer," you said in that a-matter-of-factly tone of yours.
He looked at his paper then nodded. "I see. I'll do it over again."
"Do your best!" you cheered softly with a reassuring smile.
"Okay," said he as he took another clean blank sheet of paper then started to redo his computation and solution.
You leaned back on your seat, waiting for him to finish. Only the sound of his lead pencil scribbling on his paper could be heard in the almost empty classroom the two of you were in. Your (eye color) eyes fell on the scene outside through the transparent glass windows of the classroom - the Seirin basketball team laughing as they walked home together.
Knowing that the male in front of you would actually rather be wit
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