An: I don't see enough of this pairing, and it makes me rather sad. I'm sorry if everyone is OOC in this, but I just wrote what came to mind. I have no beta... So um, if anyone is good at that, I would love the help!

Er... I don't own anything.

Hope you enjoy this~

Momoi was used to this, helping out the coach with her ability to gather intel on the other teams. She was used to the players making dirty comments towards her, used to them treating her rather rudely. She was so used to it that nothing phased her anymore. She just didn't care about it. And so, even now, as Aomine made a bitter comment, she merely laughed it off. As though nothing had happened.

It was, to say the least, rather pitiful. Even she knew that. But there was just no way that she could bring herself to actually care. After all, she had already reached the point in which it was basically learned hopelessness. She helped, they made fun of her. That was just how it went.

Today was a day like any other. Lewd comments were being thrown in her direction, a few wolf whistles being made as she jogged past the second string players. But she didn't snap, nor did she cry or run. She just kept her pace and listened to them, for there was nothing she could do about it.

The door creaked open as she pushed it, drawing Akashi's attention to her. Like every other time, he didn't say a word to her, he just went back to running his team ragged. No one said anything to her here, no one looked at her as she slunk into her seat to observe. It were as though she were invisible. Someone that could stand in the middle of a crowd with a megaphone and still be missed.

"Excuse me, are you alright?"

She jumped at the sound of the voice, quickly turning to see a pair of curious blue eyes staring at her.

"I-I'm... Fine," she stammered. How had she missed this person? Did he just sit down? No, he wasn't sweating... Then, had he always been there? She couldn't figure it out.

"You look like you're about to cry," the boy pointed out. It made her worry, made her reach up to touch the small droplets of water filling her eyes. Why...?

"Oh... I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry," he muttered, reaching into his pocket for a towel. Gently, he took it and wiped her eyes. It was soft and smelled nice, like it had just been washed... Had it? She sniffled, but his soft touch soothed her.

"It's not your fault," she said, forcing a smile. "I just had something in my eyes."

The boy didn't seem to believe her, "It's okay to cry when you're hurt."

"I'm..." she gave up trying to argue. "I guess..."

"I'm Kuroko Tetsuya, by the way," he wiped a few more tears from her face. Was she still crying? How embarrassing...

"I-I'm-"

"Kuroko! Get back over here, or I'll make you do 200 laps around the school," Akashi shouted. He seemed rather irritated at the player.

"I'll see you later," Kuroko said to her, leaving the towel in case she needed it.

"W-wait! Let's... Get ice cream after practice!" She found herself shouting to him before she could stop. Kuroko just turned and smiled at her.

Her dead heart fluttered inside her chest.