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Hello wonderfully random people! This is just a short drabble written from Kuroko's POV. The fic is actually an attempt for me to break free from my other stories that I'm working on. A massive writer's block just happen to hit me that I can't even put a single word on paper. Anyway, on with the story! Free cyber cookies for everyone!

Also, reviews are much appreciated and please feel free to point out any grammatical or orthographic mistakes you might encounter.

Affection by Juliet

Kamijou Touma, the notorious idiot that her oneesama had been obsessed with.

Shirai Kuroko sat at her study desk , glaring down at one of her Judgment apology letters. Behind her, Mikoto had just finished another glorified speech about 'that idiot', and even if she hated that barbarian, Kuroko would always listen if oneesama spoke.

Just what was so great about 'that idiot' that he was worth of oneesama's time?

What kind of devilry is this?

Leaping headfirst into problems , surrounding himself with a bunch of females all the time from the very beginning while claiming how unfortunate of a person he was. Such an obvious act of hypocrisy! Did no one else but Kuroko find this odd? She would never let this mongrel go with such a conspiracy!

Most of all, what did oneesama see in that low-class commoner? What did that ape do that he get to be the object of oneesama's undivided attention? Kuroko had tried her best, putting in so many effort to please the third-ranked Railgun. Then why? Was it still not enough to please her oneesama?

She would do anything to make oneesama happy.

She would anything to make herself worthy of oneesama's affection.

But how could she compete against that ape? No, her chances were still not zero.

Kuroko…Kuroko is a stubborn one!

Eyes glistening in passion, something out of this world is triggered inside her. I'll make you mine, oneesama!

"Kuroko."

Kuroko jumped in her seat as the electromaster's voice brought her out of her thoughts. "A-aah, what is it, oneesama?"

"Kuroko." Mikoto deadpanned. "You… you didn't hide my shorts again, did you? " Mikoto's voice was calm, though the crackles from her bangs seemed to state otherwise.

A shiver shot down through Kuroko's spine as the Judgement girl sweat-dropped.

"YOU DID, DIDN'T YOU!"

"ONEESAMA~!"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO DO, YOU PERVERT!"

Even so, Kuroko would give her all to protect her oneesama. She was oneesama's partner after all.