Welcome to my OC story. I know usually OC stories suck and unoriginal but unfortunately, it's the only thing I know how to write so enjoy! I use the British English by the way to clear any confusion.

I DO NOT OWN KUROKO NO BASKET

"It's just as we fear"

"Her conditions are stable...for now but we're not sure how long this would last"

That's what all the doctors says whenever I visit the hospital. It's doesn't scare me as much anymore. Especially if you hear the same thing for more than a decade.

I'm not dying or anything, it's just I'm a little different. Unlike normal people, my heart beats slower and sometimes I feel tired without a reason. My doctors says it's a terminal illness, that it'll be quite some time before I get better.

If I get better.

Although I have a brother, I don't see him often since he's so busy in high school so my father is usually the one who visits me during visiting hours. My father is really strict and everytime I asked to go out somewhere, our conversations goes a little something like this...

"Dad, why can't I go see the concert?"

"Are you kidding me? No way are you going to a concert filled with contagious germs and possible threats to your health!" my father's voice echoed through the room as he immediately shot down my hopes of going outside.

He means well but father never saw the tight leash he had on my freedom or the sullen look on my face whenever he tugs on the leash a little too tightly. I guess out of everyone, he was the one most scared of my health.

I don't blame him, really. After losing my mom to her weak heart and then finding out his daughter had the same illness, I guess anyone would feel a little paranoid about my health. But, he never stopped worrying about my health hence my situation.

I lay down on my white hospital bed, wrapped in my white bedsheets, wearing the hospital's white gown while looking around boredly in my room completely painted in... yep you guessed it...white.

Yea, I don't get to see a lot of colour.

I'm even sick of the colour of my hair, or should I say colourless? Unlike father or my brother who had beautiful smooth black hair, I'm stuck with my long white hair which blends into the walls of the hospital rooms. Then, there was the colour of my eyes; a mixed turquoise with a jade green tint in it. People get so confused to what colour my eyes are, they keep staring into it regardless of my personal bubble.

Sure, the nurses were nice, the pudding was good and having a room all to myself was great but I'm not even in middle school yet and I feel like my world was ending soon.

Although, there was one thing that I look forward everyday. Something that brings colour into my otherwise colourless world.

Watching the players play basketball outside my window. Everyday, I see groups of kids, from middle-schoolers to high-schoolers, came by to the basketball court outside the hospital grounds to play a game of one-on-one.

But, sometime during the morning every morning, I'll always see two kids who looked about my age hanging around the basketball court; a boy and a girl.

I loved watching them. The girl had beautiful bubblegum-coloured hair with sparkling eyes of a matching hue and she always wear such pretty dresses. I bet when she grows up, she'll have all the guys chasing after her.

The boy, however was completely different. His looked so healthy with his dark tan skin compared to my sickly pale complexion and he had short dark navy-coloured hair and matching eyes. He was so different from me. But the most amazing thing about him was definitely the way he played basketball.

He seems so free-spirited and care-free and the way he shoots tells the same story. Everytime his shots enters the basket, I felt my heart beat against my chest but whenever it does, it doesn't hurt like it usually does. Instead, it makes my heart beat with excitement.

Basketball makes my heart beat with joy.

"Tsukiyo, it's time for your medicine" I heard someone called from behind me. I turned to see an older woman with short black hair and kind blue eyes wearing the standard nurse uniform. I immediately recognized her as Haruka, the nurse in charge of me.

I liked her. She wasn't as careless as some of the other nurses who only did this as a job. She was nice and patient with me and the other patients in this anti-septic scented building.

"What are you looking at?" Haruka asked curiously as she looked out the window beside me. "Hey, those two look about the same age as you"

"I guess they do" I replied nonchalantly but from the look on her face, I knew Haruka knew I was really feeling. There was really rarely any kids my age around here and it would be nice if I made some friends my age.

"Hmmm" Haruka hummed as if she was in deep thought. "Why don't you go down there and introduce yourself?"

"Eh? Leave the hospital?!" I should have every right to be shocked. To me, my family's house was the second home to me while I felt like I actually live in the hospital. I never left the hospital without a good reason before...or ever to be honest.

"Don't worry, I'll cover for you" The black-haired nurse grabbed her dark blue jacket she left in my room the last time she was here (though I never bother to remind her) and helped me put it on. Obviously, it was too big for me and it covered most of my hospital gown and my hair when I pulled up the hood.

With that, Haruka quickly pushed me out of my room and discreetly guided me to the front entrance of the hospital. With one last push, I was all alone outside of the hospital. I wasn't too sure if my knees were shaking from excitement or because of my nerves. Let's just say it's both.

Though nervously, I found my way to the basketball court I've been eying from my room and I saw the two kids still on the court. I didn't know what to do so I instinctively hid behind a large tree.

"Dai-chan, hurry up! We have to go home!" the pink-haired girl whined to her navy-haired friend and he wasn't paying all that much attention to her.

"Just a few more shots!" he replied, throwing his basketball seemingly aimlessly before it entered the hoop.

I couldn't help but watch in awe as I kept watching his shots going in one after another. His style and form seems so free and weird yet he never missed a shot. In my awe-struck moment, I didn't notice that his basketball bounced hard off the ground and was heading towards my face until it was only a few feet away from me.

In my shock, I quickly held my hands in front of my face and caught the ball heading towards me. Although, because of my weak body, I was knocked off my feet and landed on my rear when I caught it.

"Ow..." that kinda hurt.

"Are you ok?" I heard the girl asked me worriedly. I hid my slight pain and nodded numbly as I tried to get up.

"Sorry, dude" the tan-skinned boy apologized to me as he reached out his hand to me. I grabbed it and I realized that my hand looked like a small ghost's hand compared to his own.

"Wow, you're a pretty small guy" the basketball player commented and I was a little annoyed. Not the being called small. The other thing.

"I'm a girl, smart guy" I told him off as I toss the basketball back to him. He looked a bit shocked at first but then he finally saw that I was wearing a white gown underneath the large blue jacket I was wearing.

"My bad" he apologized again, rubbing the back of his neck with his cheeks turning pinkish. Is he embarrassed he didn't notice my gender at first?

Then, the bubblegum-haired girl effortlessly and carelessly pushed the boy onto the ground out of her way and smiled at me. I think I felt a sweat drop from my forehead. For a sweet-looking girl, she's pretty reckless.

"Don't mind him. He's just an idiot. My name is Momoi Satsuki" she introduced herself to me while smiling brightly. "And that's Aomine Daiki"

"I'm...Shirokawa Tsukiyo" that felt kinda weird. Usually, doctors and nurses already know my name before they come in so I never had to introduce myself before. This is my first time giving out my name to someone.

"Do you play basketball?" Aomine asked me as he got up on his feet again. Maybe he's used to Momoi doing that to him. Again, she must be pretty reckless even with her friends.

"No" I answered truthfully. To not have played basketball would be an understatement. I've lived in that hospital for so long, I've never even play kick the can.

"It's fun! Come on, I'll show you"

"Eh?" I let out a sound of surprise by mistake. "You're gonna teach me to play basketball?"

Aomine nodded as he walked to the center of the court with his basketball and motioned me to come too. As I nervously walked to center, my heart started beating with this unexplainable excitement again. That day, I played my first game of basketball. I lost terribly but I kept getting and start all over again. I just couldn't stop.

That day, my world started to add colour.

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