Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Disclaimer: Kuroko no Basuke belongs to Fujimaki Tadatoshi
Costume
Aomine, Kuroko
The moment Aomine slid the door open, he didn't know what to expect. He wasn't expecting anything at all. But then there stood his best friend, indifference still plastered on his face while he wore a box painted in white and a smiling face drawn on the front.
A lot of questions filled his mind but the only one that came out of his mouth was…
"Tetsu, are you…a happy tofu?"
"Actually Aomine-kun, I'm a smiling marshmallow."
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Sky
Aomine
More than once, Aomine wondered how would it feel to touch the sky. His hands ached; the need to feel, to satiate this desire only grew stronger. Yet no matter how much he tried to reach out, it seemed far off, untouchable.
Its serene color made him remember the days that would not come.
As clouds darkened and rain began to fall, he could only blame himself.
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Remember
Aomine, Kuroko, Kagami
Multitude of colors bloomed, lighting up the night sky. The crowd cheered as they admired the view. Amidst all of these, a teen with navy blue hair weaved through, searching. Eyes then lit up, lips finally drawing into a gentle smile. A tanned hand clasped around a pale small one, feeling the warmth spread.
"Kuroko?"
Powder blue met worried red eyes.
The boy shook his head. "It's nothing."
Just remembering.
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Horror
Aomine, Kuroko
No, he didn't want this.
The blood soaked woman approached, movements jerking, almost like a puppet with strings. Rotting skin, hollow eyes, broken neck, mouth open revealing only gums… His mind screamed to move away but his body couldn't do it. The lights in the room flickered as the woman got closer and closer.
But then she disappeared.
He let out a sigh of relief until the lights continued to flicker. The beating of his heart sped up, hair rose on his nape, and knees weakened, trembling helplessly.
Don't look. Don't look, he told himself repeatedly, scrunching his eyes shut.
Seconds had passed; nothing happened.
He chose it as a sign that it was all right to look. Oh how wrong he was.
Opening his eyes, he came face to face with two holes, a wicked smile on her face.
A messy living room and a broken PS3 controller later, Kuroko banned Aomine from playing the console.
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Haircut
Generation of Miracles
"Murasakibara-kun, your hair is getting longer. Doesn't it get in your way while playing?" Kuroko asked. The Generation of Miracles occupied one table as they ate their lunch at the cafeteria.
Tuning out Kise's whining on how mean Aomine was, Murasakibara turned to the smallest member of the group. "Eet gesh imam way bot mm ookay uwochin," he managed to say with a mouth full of rice, small bits flying while he spoke.
An outburst from Midorima about food etiquette went completely ignored as Kuroko suggested, "Have you considered taking a haircut?"
Every pair of eyes on that table didn't miss the flinch.
"Atsushi," came the smooth voice. The giant mechanically turned to see the innocent smile on Akashi's face. "It'll be unfortunate to have something as trivial as your hair to hinder you while playing basketball."
He then brandished a pair of scissors, bright red handle, from his pocket.
"Would you allow me to do the honor?"
Snip!
Every single person at the corridor hugged the walls as they braced themselves for one Murasakibara Atsushi, passing through like a stampeding bull. If a member of the newspaper club was able to take a snapshot, one could see the look on his face: sweating, contorted in complete pain, and what could be called as fear—fear for his dear life.
The main reason behind such a face was trailing not too far from him: a demon in the form of the basketball team captain, scissors in hand.
No teacher dared to shout, "No running in the hallway!" or dire consequences involving any sharp objects available in the school would befall them.
