Disclaimer: Kuroko no Basuke belongs to Tadatoshi Fujimaki, who wrote and illustrated the manga. And Production I.G adapted the anime. The only things I do own are my OCs and a simple plot story.

Author's note:

Yay for OCs! I love making OCs! They're not self-inserts, because I can't do self-inserts of myself. Also because I hate myself when it comes to self-inserts. And because if I was there, I'll fall for every cute guy, but then they would never notice me! I'll blush all over Kise, I would run away before Akashi even bother to look to me, I would have no idea how I would to even begin with Aomine, Midorima and I won't even talk at all, Murasakibara would kill me if I ask his candies, and Kuroko... ...What would happened if I met Kuroko? ...I'm a nice person. He's nice too. ...So, I guess we'll get along just fine? Momoi... I probably stared at her boobs because they're so noticeable. But I wonder if I would get along with her. Because I'm nice and I don't talk much. ...We probably won't even talk much. Same with Kuroko. I won't even talk much.

And that's how I decided to base this fanfic on my thoughts up there. My first 'self-insert' story, but I added some fictional stuff to Hisasuzu's character. Many things here are fictional too! This story is for my own relief. And something less serious to write is good for my health too! (I sure hope so!)

Andddd as I know, people seem to hate self-inserts. I hope I don't end up hating this one myself because I always fail making self-inserts. (Trying very hard to work on something I hate.)

The pairing will eventually be Aomine x OC, because Aomine was the first Kuroko no Basuke character I dreamed of. And I can still clearly remember the short dream.

Here goes nothing!

Warnings: Fanfic may contain grammar issues. And this is a first person view (my first time too)! And my OC loves to curse in her head.

Chapter 1
Were they for real?

If I had more confidence in myself, I would have gotten more friends around me. If I were prettier, I would have gotten a 'real' boyfriend since middle school. Why not elementary? Well, my first crush happened there. And they said first love never works out. I think that saying had truth in it. So I hope I never see him again… because I found out he also liked me when I entered middle school.

I did have a boyfriend in middle school. But he was shy around me and I only went 'out' with him because my friends kept telling me to talk to him. Four months later, I told him I just wanted to be friends. He started to go out with my best friend after two weeks. I did not mind. As long as he was not using her to get to me. I was sure he was though because I knew he really liked me. And my best friend was not really my best friend. As long as those two were true to each other, then I hoped for the best for them. Besides, those two are actually nice people. Seriously. And they seemed happy together.

Then a month later, I picked a guy, who became my 'second' boyfriend. I actually liked him and went out with him until I went to high school. I pretty much 'dumped' him after middle school because I hinted when middle school was over; we were no longer a couple anymore. I wonder if he even knew about that. I did this because my parents would never approve of him. Even if he cut his 'bad boy' hair and dressed up nicely, which he actually did and had photos of himself to give to me to show to my parents. I liked him a lot. He gave me memories. But I did not believe I would want to be with him.

Because he and I had a somewhat 'opened' relationship. Before I dated my second boyfriend, he knew I had a crush on another different guy. I had a lot of crushes before and after. But my second boyfriend never minded. He even knew I had this old crush on one of his friends and those two even knew all of this.

One time, my second boyfriend danced with another girl at some kind of a dance party. I think it was after that day, his female friends were telling him to tell me what he had done. I got quietly 'mad' and wondered what they were talking about. When he and I were alone, he confessed he danced with another girl. I remember I said, "That's it?" Who cares! I got almost mad for nothing! I told him it was fine. I did not care. It was just dancing. He could even kiss her if he wanted to. It was not like he had sex with her.

Oh, I went on talking about him, didn't I? I guess I could never forget about him. But you know what? If I continued to be with him, drama might come our way eventually because I did not care what he did with other girls. He could be flirting with other girls 'behind' my back too, but I did not care either. I don't give a damn. And who knows if people were talking behind my back? But I lived a peaceful life in middle school. I was the nice girl. And to note, I never went on dates with any of my first two boyfriends. We simply said we were going 'out' just to confirm that we were a couple. That was all.

And if I had more courage, I would have no problem talking to boys today. If only I was not a loner, I would not be sitting here at the library and staring out the window and staring at people's happy faces who walked by. But was I going to change myself because I was asking myself these questions? …Of course not. I rather have a quiet life where I do not have to interact with anyone. Because getting to know another person, they would only end up hurting you in the end. If I knew how to trust, the world would be too easy to predict. So I do not trust easily. That was why I have dry skin on the bottom of my feet. I am saying this because I had a sister who practiced reading feet like how you could read a person's palm. Though, I forgot the details about how she read my feet.

Have I ever been betrayed before? No. Then why would I not trust people? I think I just watch too much Anime, movies, and TV shows. Not only that, I heard people getting their feelings hurt all time. And I did not wish to go through what they were going through. That was my reason why I chose to be alone. Life was just easier that way. Yep.

Pushing myself up from the chair with my hands on the emptied table, I walked off into the aisle of books in the non-fiction section. I wanted to look up about animals today. I tiptoed, I bent my knees, and looked around for anything that would interest me. Maybe I would read that barn owl story again.

The moment I walked out of the same aisle, I bumped into someone without realizing it. Shit. I looked up and said loudly, "Opps, sorry!"

Damn. It was a boy. He had a very light blue hair color and his eyes were in the same hue. He almost looked boring to lay eyes upon, but when he smiled, my heart relaxed right away. "It's fine," he lightly nodded once. Even his voice was soothing. There was an opened book his hands and he gestured with it. "I wasn't looking either." Meaning he was reading while walking?

I smiled a little, but felt embarrassed either way. Bowing a little as another apology, I walked around him. What book was he reading? I was curious and looked back. But he was already out of sight! Where did he go? Perhaps he went around through the non-fiction aisle. Eh. Oh well.

And man, I love tall boys. He was taller than me, right? Oh, yes. He was.

Classes were already over for the day and I came here to just let myself rest from my studies and find a quiet place for myself to reflect. I should probably get home now. But I remembered I left my school bag in class because I was too lazy to bring it along with me to the library. It just gets in the damn way. There was nothing important in it anyway. I better go and get it now, since I was planning to head back home.

"Eh?" I stared into my classroom, which was located on the second floor. The room was emptied and cleaned. But I did not see my bag. Backing away a few steps, my eyes fixed on the classroom sign. It read 2-3. This was my classroom, but where did my bag go? I sighed, "Great… who would actually steal the shitty thing?" Or maybe someone cleaned it out? Maybe it was in the lost and found? But the bag was right by my desk.

Instead of making a train of my ongoing thoughts, I decided to head to the office and see if my bag was left there. It was where the lost and found was. My classmates could have put my bag there, even with my nametag on it, since they would not know where to find me. Down the stairs I went, down through the halls, passing a couple of rooms that were occupied with the Piano Club, I reached for the office door. "Excuse me," I called with my indoor voice.

Inside the classroom, my homeroom teacher was scolding a very tall man with short dark blue hair. The student's skin was rather tanned and he seemed scary, even if I was only staring at his back. "You shouldn't be neglecting your studies, Aomine!" my homeroom teacher frowned, rubbing his head.

"Are we done yet?" the tall student inquired with boredom. He really sounded like he did not give a shit, but… his voice… sounded so unique to my ears. It was hoarse and deep, almost like I was falling down into an endless pit of darkness.

My homeroom teacher, Kita-sensei, taught Mathematics here, a man with short black hair and the color of his pupils were dark brown that looked like he would grab you and shake you awake. He was the type to hope every student would graduate on time and properly lead a good life. I knew he meant well, but seriously, he get very nosy about every single student. It was good, yet I found it depressing how students did not heed his advises. Oh well. There was no point even thinking about this. So I slowly closed the door and waited in the hallway. And I could still hear them talking loudly, but I ignored them.

"I'm still a first year, why the hell do I have to study like I have mock exams for colleges?" the student sighed. He sounded even more bored. "I'm out of here. I have practice."

"Aomine, I'm not done talking!" Kita-sensei retorted. The door slide loudly and I flinched. The freaking tall first year guy walked passed me without a glance, as I did the same, and I hurried into the office right after he left. "Oh, Hisasuzu," Kita-sensei smiled when he saw me. It was as if his angry had flown out the window. Good for me.

I started, "I think my bag should be around here?"

He nodded and I was relieved. Kita-sensei reached under his desk and revealed my bag. I assumed it was my bag. Why else would he show it to me? He smiled, "Aida was worried, but she had her club to tend to. So she left it here in my care."

Aida? Who was that again? I tried to picture a girl's face, however nothing came to mind. Walking to my homeroom teacher, I took the bag with both hands and bowed. "Thank you," I said with a smile on my face. He nodded and I turned around without another word.

I closed the door behind me and then I heard Kita-sensei said, "Harasawa, what are we going to do with that Aomine?" He heaved a loud sigh.

A deep voice chuckled, "He's still young. Let him do his homework at his own pace."

"He's failing to do his work in my History class too," another man's voice said.

"Takeuchi, even you're worried about Aomine?" Harasawa-sensei sounded indifferent.

Oh. Harasawa-sensei taught chemistry here. I blinked and I was reminded of his odd habit of him playing with his hair. Every time I saw Harasawa-sensei did that, I really have the urge to just comb his hair down and straighten it all out! And Takeuchi-sensei's class was so boring! I like him as a person, but I seriously dislike history.

The senseis continued to talk about that first year student as I walked down the hall slowly. "Oh, that Aida," I suddenly remembered. She was that girl who was the coach assistant for the basketball club. In class, she sat very far from me, but I did hear her loud voice all the time. Mostly in the halls during breaks anyway. I should go and thank her. Because I did not wish to thank her with our classmates or anyone nearby. If she was the coach assistant, then she might be alone. This was my chance. I hope.

Down the hall I went, I headed for the stairs and skipped down the stairs like I was dancing. Now in the basement, I heard shoes squeaking and a lot of boys talking and laughing. Were they already starting? Damn. But to be sure, I made my way to the girls' locker room. Opening the door loudly, walking in a looped short hallway and peeked in. I stopped to blink twice.

"Eh?" I stared in the room, freaking out. There was man changing in here! I think it was the same tall tanned guy in the office. He had just taken off his shirt and noticed me. He had a hard look on his face, but I was too shaky and my heart was jumping. My voice uttered, "What the hell are you doing in the girls' locker room?" I could not believe I had the guts to talk to such a tall scary guy who looked he would rape me right on the spot.

He glared and looked away with no care in the world. "Because it was obviously closer," he frowned.

I had already walked out of the looped hall and slammed the door shut behind me. "Oh god, his body wasn't hot enough," I mumbled nervously, walking off. I had a blurry vision, so I could not entirely see. Not that I would care. Yeah, I did not care! Fuck this, man! Fuck myself to walking into that damn room! I started to use my bag to hit the walls as I walked on. I was getting mad for walking in on him in that moment. And why would anyone do something like that anyway?! Suddenly I remembered I was looking for Aida and my voice just raged. "AIDA!"

My voice echoed when I stood at an opened doorway of the large gym. The basketball court was in view and there were a bunch of guys looking back at me, but I could not see very far and ignored them. I saw two girls. The one with the brown hair, which only reached to her neck, smiled to me. I paid no attention to no one else as she walked toward me.

"Oh, Hisasuzu-san," Aida, I think, smiled. "Have you decided to come early today?"

I stared at her and I probably had an ugly and confused face on. "…I'm sorry?"

Aida blinked at me a couple of times. "Oh, were you just visiting to get the feel of our club?" she smiled wider.

Again, I probably made the same ugly face. My eyes were widened and I absolutely have no idea what she was talking about. So I uttered, "Um, no… I came to thank you for my bag…"

Before Aida was going to say something, a taller girl walked up to the two of us. Her boobs were big and her pink hair looked so cute and yummy! "Ri-chan, is this the girl you mentioned?" the pink haired girl smiled to her before looking directly at me.

"Yeah, this is Hisasuzu Sachiko, my classmate," Aida introduced us.

The tall girl with the pink hair held out her hand and I grabbed like it was normal for me to do. "Hi, Hisasuzu," she softly giggled as we firmly shook hands. "I'm Momoi Satsuki. I am the manager of the Basketball Club." Our hands let go of each other.

Momoi's voice. It sounded kind of cute.

"Hello," I said, staring at her strangely. The two of them started to notice my confusion and the boys were mumbling across the room. And then I looked to Aida, "So, uhhhh. What were you saying about the club…?" Aida and Momoi blinked at the same time. Something must have happened if they looked as confused as me. What the hell happened?

Aida pointed to me, smiling uneasily, "Uh… you said you'd be our mascot."

"When?" I nearly whispered.

"During lunch break," Aida replied, raising an eyebrow. My mouth dropped and I had no idea what to say. "Oh, I knew you were sleeping talking," Aida hit her head and frowned. "I'm sorry, Hisasuzu-san!" Aida clapped her hands together and bowed her head to me. "If you don't remember, then it's fine. Never mind what I said."

Momoi sighed with disappointment, "Oh well. I guess it can't be helped."

Aw. They looked sad. Should I do it? I really did not recall Aida and I talking during lunch break one bit. These two girls glanced to each other and were wondering about my situation. "Sure, I'll do it," I told them. They looked at me again and their eyes widened with surprise. "I don't have anything to do after school anyway and… as long as I don't have to come here every time for—"

They both interrupted me by saying, "Really?!"

Were they for real? Were they that desperate for a mascot? I fell silent and smiled as widely as possible, being the nice girl I was.

"Oh, good." I remembered that guy's voice. It was that tanned first year student who was in the girl's locker room. Something big covered my whole head and I tried to take it off right after, but someone was holding it down. Then I saw through a visible black cloth of some kind of a mouth and my hands felt the fake fur of the damn thing over my head. Was this the mascot's costume head? I gagged when the guy scoffed, "Congrats on scoring a minor role in our Basketball Club."

"Aomine-kun!" I heard Momoi's voice. I had to turn my body because this fucking guy was holding the costume head down on me pretty hard. I saw Momoi confronted Aomine, but because I turned unexpectedly, the nose of the head hit her shoulder. However, she did not seem to notice it. "Hisasuzu is our senpai!" Momoi pouted as she pointed into Aomine's chest. "Don't treat her like this!"

"Hah?" I heard him say and I saw him dropping a furry costume on the floor. It was a black and white furred costume. "Seriously, Satsuki? I thought this girl with the thunder thighs was at the same age as us. Don't get all worked up. How would I have known?"

Thunder thighs? Did you have to put it that way? My legs were not that fat! Fortunately the costume head was covering up my face because I have no idea how I looked like right now. Again, Momoi defended me about my thighs. How sweet of her! My eyes looked through the mouth of the head and I saw a few guys coming to crowd around us. Great. The hell did I just get myself into? Because I just saw a really cute, tall, blonde and his smile was really radiant.

I am so tired of falling in love. Is it too late to back out of this now?

Author's note: This fanfic might have slow updates because I have another fanfic I'm still working on. XD And from what I am seeing here, this isn't exactly a self-insert story anymore because Hisasuzu suddenly became her own person before I knew it. But you can be the judge of that.

Thanks for reading!