A/N: This is a fic about the anime Kuroko no Basket! Centers around Yukari Aisaka, a young teenage girl who is far from the norm. The Generation of Miracles have said to be a group of 5/6 amazingly strong basketball players who are now all split up in different High schools. Yukari has grown up playing basketball from a young age. This, at first, being sparked by an attempt to lose weight, seeing as she was an overweight child. Another reason also being that her two older brothers play on national teams in America. Growing exceptionally well at the sport and having mastered it abroad, Yukari has decided to go back to Japan and join the one basketball team who would allow a female on their boys' team. Seirin High.
Other notes: Yukari currently lives with Satsuki Momoi, her distant cousin. Yukari at first misses the first day of school, so everyone on the team has already been acquainted with eachother. She has been taunted quite a lot in her life considering she is a girl who has beaten a lot of men at what they would say their sport.
Noticeable skills: Fast runner. She's never met anyone who could outrun her. Since she's a girl and doesn't have large, excess weight due to muscle like the boys, she's exceptionally light on her feet, causing her footwork and turn arounds to get pass just about anyone. Yukari is also great at drawing fouls since all guys seem to forget that her body is much lighter and therefore when brushed into will go down to the floor.
Weaknesses: Due to little muscle, she grows tired quite easily when it comes to passing the ball. Her lay ups are horrible because she can't jump that high and she relies too much on the help of her team mates for that. Currently, she can only shoot from within the 3 point line.
Pairing: Aomine Daiki x OC
Chapter 1: The Meeting
"Satsu-chan?" I call out, as I slowly descend down the staircase of my cousin's house. Once I step into her view, an immediate flash goes off almost causing me to tumble down the stairs.
"Eh? You almost look better than me!" she huffs out, as she makes me spin around in my new high school uniform.
"Please don't say embarrassing things like that," I mumble shyly, as I begin to slip on my crisp, newly new, white shoes.
Today was the first day of my new life in Japan, with Satsu-chan and with the boys at Seirin. Satsu-chan had noted that Riko-senpai was expecting me, but apparently had kept my upcoming debut as a surprise to the boys. Which did cause some panic within me. What if they were just like everyone else? Un-accepting, weary, hesitant. Cruel.
A shiver unexpectedly runs up and down my spine as I recall past events as to which all of those factors had came into play. By now someone would think I'd be over the judgment, but these men just came up with new and more ways to put me down.
"Eh? Yuki-chan?" questions my cousin, as she stands behind me. Slipping on my other shoe, I pick up my school bag off the floor before I turn to look at her.
"Yes?"
"How come you're wearing tights with your skirt?" she asks, as she glances between her bare, ivory coloured thighs and my slightly tan, thin ones. Which were neatly covered with the black, stretchy fabric.
"Why not?" I question worriedly, as I begin to stare at her legs.
"Well it is a bit old fashioned. But then again, so are you," she laughs, her voice full of light as she drags me out the door.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" I yell flustered, embarrassed by her use of words.
Hesitantly, I place a weary footstep into the gymnasium of Seirin High. I anticipate for that calm, burst of electricity to flow through me as I always did whenever I stepped onto a new court. But a pang of panic instead made it's way into me as I realize that I felt absolutely nothing when I stepped onto the waxed floor.
Noticing the emptiness of the vast gym, I had decided to go on ahead and get changed into my strip. Pushing the girls change room open, I jump back as I notice a thin girl wearing the same, white uniform as myself, sitting on the bench. Her hair is a mocha brown and in short layers, with matching large, wide eyes. Much different when compared to my features. Long, vanilla creme coloured hair. Currently it was let running down my back in it's long waves, courtesy of Satsu-chan who insisted on doing it this morning. My eyes were a shade darker than my hair. But in a way, the short hair made the elder girl in front of me exceptionally cute.
"Your chest might be a problem," she muses out loud, as she rests her chin daintily on the brim of her knuckles. She continues to sit, analyzing my whole body. Slowly I begin to grow embarrassed, while unconsciously looking down at my chest. It was the same size as Satsu-chans', but I managed to keep them in check by tightly wrapping them in bandages. Something the doctor continued to warn me not to do, but ignored him none the less.
"Aisaka Yukari. I can't say I'm not impressed," she says with a light, friendly smile to her lips. My body begins to relax as I realize that she has a clipboard by her.
Could this be-
"I'm your coach, Riko," she says, as she begins to write a few things down on her board.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for considering me," I say politely, as I bow my head down in response.
Suddenly, I begin to sound like a dying seal when I start to choke out incoherent words as Riko-senpai slams her fist on my head.
"No need to be so polite. You're going to be hating me in a couple of hours. Get dressed and I'll introduce you to the guys."
I watch in shock as she walks out, a light bounce to her walk.
Beginning to tie my hair up with my lucky, white ribbon, I can't help but think of what Satsu-chan had said to me before her and I both parted ways.
"Riko-chan, don't approach her so lightly. She may just be a second-year but her analytic skills are something else."
It seems as though those words couldn't be any more right.
Although I was the first player to arrive, I'm shocked to see all the boys already practicing out on the court. Figures, none of them had hair to tie up or a chest to bandage.
Something I apparently wouldn't be doing today. As I was getting ready to change, I had noticed that my usual chest wrappings and extra shirt were nowhere to be seen. Instead, I stumble upon a note scribbled in my cousins hand writing.
"Sorry, Yuki-chan. We can't have you being introduced to the boys looking like one. Even though you dress pretty girly but when you dress for basketball you look like such a boy, " Skimming through her pointless ramblings, I skip down to the last bit, " ...for today, wear this shirt and prove to them that you can play while still looking like a woman!"
Digging more into my bag, I pull out a tight, pink tank top.
Eh?
EH?!
Just what exactly did Satsu-chan think she was doing? Without my bandages, my breasts would be bouncing all over the place! I played basketball so others would notice my skills, not my body.
I couldn't ask Riko-senpai for an extra shirt because hers would be even tighter considering she had a small chest. Asking one of the boys would be too embarrassing and I didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea.
So swallowing the lump in my throat, I toss the flimsy top on and tie up my laces before heading out.
When I get home, I am going to kill Satsu-chan.
Stepping out of the changing room, I try my hardest to remain quiet and unnoticeable. But that proves to be impossible due to the pink shirt. Glancing around for Riko-senpai, I see her off to the side talking to a boy with glasses. Shuffling towards her, I yank her sleeve like a helpless child.
"Yuki-chan, what's- G'ah! They're even bigger than I had thought," she says, her voice full of shock as she takes a step back.
" those are some nice-"
Immediately Riko-senpai kicks the spectacle wearing boy in the gut.
"C-Coach, I-I was going to say shoes," he chokes out, as his body twitches for a moment, before growing deathly still.
"S-Sorry, coach. My cousin thought it would funny to unpack my wrappings and normal shirt. Sor-"
"It's fine, it's fine. Maybe these will give the boys some motivation," she says questioningly, as she uses the end of her pen to gently prod at my breasts.
That's when the both of us notice that a single ball hadn't been bounced in the past minute. Slowly looking to the left, I watch in horror as all the boys of the team look our way with a perverted look.
Crying, I cling onto Riko-senpai and hide behind her small frame.
I was never good with as to how I should present my body. That's why I always wore cover ups like tights with my uniform, so I didn't get reactions like this.
Never mind killing Satsu-chan at home, I'd run to Touou and end her there.
"...and now, we're lucky enough to have her playing for Seirin High," finishes the coach, as she wraps up my introduction in front of the boys. I'm surprised to notice that none of them seem shocked or angry that they had to play with a girl. Instead, the captain of the team, Hyuuga-senpai, officially welcomes me in when he walks over and in an almost sisterly way, rubs my head.
"Don't let us down," he says, his voice kind and reassuring. All I could do was smile at him with a dazed, happy look.
"Alright, everyone get in a line," says coach, as she makes us all stand in a single line.
I stand beside a tall, red haired boy- no man, who's presence alone seems to be enough. On the other end of him is a blue haired boy who seems practically invisible.
"All of you, take of your shirts!"
The blood drains from my face as I hear Riko-senpai's words. Looking to the right, I notice all the boys have taken their shirts off and are now staring at me with that same, glazed look from before.
Riko-senpai has to go and slap just about everyone besides the captain and the red and blue haired boys.
"It's fine, Yuki-chan," she says, her words reassuring.
Standing there, I can't help but grow red at the sight of all these handsome guys. They were all so toned and tall. Nothing compared to my 5'8", thin frame. Looking up at the red head beside me, I begin to wonder if he could snap me in half.
"Hm? What're you lookin' at?" he grumbles, as he notices me looking up at him. Looking away, I quickly mumble "nothing" and continue to look occupied.
Now we were finally getting to a game. It was the seniors versus the first years. I almost had to take a seat and breather when I found out the red head, known as Kagami Taiga, was only a first year.
Right now, Riko-senpai had given me the position of small forward. The small forward was exceptionally quick and good at drawing fouls. But, they were also the ones who made the lay ups and slams. Something I always had trouble with.
Riko-senpai had said that I had plenty of time to build on it before the Inter-High preliminaries came up. Right now, the skill she was testing against everyone was my speed and coordination between my eye and footwork.
As the game begins, I notice that the boys are somewhat reluctant to pass to me, in fear that they might hurt me. It made me smile at their concern because most of the time the guys I had played with had no problem whipping the ball at me.
Since no one was passing to me, I began to take it easy until the coach started to yell at me. Not wanting to disappoint her, I don't question when the ball mysteriously ends up at the other end of the court into my hands. Seeing this opportunity, I dribble the ball and begin to make way for a steel, until the seniors team up on me.
I smile at myself, almost laughing at how I had thought they'd go easy on me. This was the fighting spirit of Seirin High.
Smiling at them, I look into Hyuuga-senpai's glasses, focusing on the reflection that was behind me. Behind is Kuroko-kun, wiping the sweat off his face and to the right is Furihata-kun. In front by the hoop is a waiting Kagami-kun, anticipating for the ball. I suddenly realize that Kuroko-kun and Kagami-kun seemed to make the best plays together and with those two, they were unstoppable.
Dribbling the ball from left to right, I quickly slide through the little opening between Mitobe-senpai and Izuki-senpai's body.
"It's not over yet, get on her!" yells Hyuuga-senpai, as I hear the seniors closing in on. Jumping in the air, I'm about to shoot when Hyuuga-senpai comes flying in front, waiting to block. He was much taller than me and would surely succeed in deflecting my attempt, but instead, I fake the shot and whip the ball at Kuroko who was still planted at the end of the court.
He then dribbles further up where he managed to get the ball passed all the seniors and into the hands of Kagami, where he goes in for a slam dunk.
The buzzer goes off and coach blows her whistle, calling everyone in.
Suddenly, the boys rush up to me, slapping me on the shoulder, ruffling up my hair.
I whine in response when they did so because Satsu-chan put a lot of effort into doing my hair this morning.
"I'm impressed, Yuki-chan. I thought all the rumours were false when I heard a girl had played in the Championship League," says coach, as she begins to make a few more notes.
"You played in the CL?" asks Kagami-kun, as he wipes the sweat off his face with his shirt.
Suddenly, all eyes are on me and I feel the pressure.
"I played and I also lost. During the fourth quarter it was about a minute left and I was running down the court, waiting for the pass so I could throw it in and then we would have had the game. Instead I I guess I wasn't looking and tripped over someone and one thing led to another and I received a minor concussion," I laugh softly, as I casually rub the back of my head.
The boys begin to note that I should've been looking and then before I knew it, the topic of best ways to kill someone came up.
Riko-senpai called the practice to an end and ushered us to get changed.
As I was walking to the girls' changing room, I bump into someone.
"Oh, I'm- K-Kuro-kun!" I choke out, as I hit my chest, trying to restart the frightened organ.
"When you were talking about playing in the Championship League, you said you tripped," he said, his voice quiet and perceptive.
"Y-Yes-"
"A member from the other team tripped you."
I lay my hand frozen upon the door, looking into Kuroko-kun's soft, innocent eyes as he stares at me, his words more of a fact than question.
"Kuro-"
"As long as you play with me, I can't guarantee your safety," he says, his voice clear with certainty.
My eyebrow twitches as I expected him to say the exact opposite of that.
"But I'll- no, excuse me. We'll try."
With that, Kuro-kun walks away, his sincere words causing a slight tear of love in my chest. Before I turn to go change, I watch as Kagami-kun unknowingly walks right into Kuroko and immediately the two begin to argue.