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Doumo~

This is my second time writing for KnB but since I didn't have any ideas for my previous KiKuro story (I'll Wait Forever), I decided to delete it...

Ever since season two, when I saw how observant Kasamatsu was while watching every game, I started liking his character very much.

So this crazy thought came up and I thought, 'Why not writing it down?'

So...Dozo!

Chapter 1

He was often seen at the gym. Whether it was at practice or not, Kasamatsu Yukio would be easily spotted dribbling a ball or simply reading a book. It wasn't odd for him, since the gym was basically his favorite place at school. To hear the squeak of basketball shoes, the swish of the net...to put it simple, just being in the gym expressed his love for the sport. Basketball. His team. He would never let anything get in the way of his responsibilities as captain. Not even a girl.

A cute girl ran quickly out of the gym, sobbing. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she furiously wiped them with the end of her uniform sleeves. Kise Ryota went in right after, and approached his senpai who was about to make a jump shot.

"Senpai~!"

Kasamatsu was tackled from behind.

"Ow Kise! What was that for?! Get off me!"

Kise earned a painful kick to the stomach.

And after a few sessions of 'Why do you keep hurting me Senpai' Kise finally calmed down and sat, offering his senpai a drink.

Kasamatsu took it cautiously after asking whether it was from his fans or not. He remembered the last time he shared a drink, the water tasted awfully bitter and by the time they got home, the side effects were 'Constantly Using The Restroom'. After confronting Kise, it turned out the drink was from one of his 'haters'.

So when it was confirmed that the water was safe from the vending machine, he poured the water down his throat.

"Ummm...Kasamatsu-senpai..."

"Hn?"

"I saw a girl come out of the gym a few minutes ago. She was crying"

Kasamatsu closed his eyes, "How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not getting a girlfriend. I don't want one and thats that. No matter how you convince me, the team's still my top priority."

Kise eyed his senpai. He was young, and he was good-looking (well, not as gorgeous as him of course). But he thought too much, it was sad really. Kasamatsu pushed himself too hard and the guy needed a break. He needed to enjoy his life while he was young.

A ringing sound was heard.

"Eh, sorry senpai, I think I've got a phone call!"

Kasamatsu looked slightly irritated but waited patiently as Kise picked up.

"Moshi-moshi...Kurokocchi!"

Kasamatsu watched as the blonde squirmed around and chattered away until finally (probably Kuroko hung up) he closed the phone still smiling. You could almost see a strange happy aura radiating off him.

"Kurokocchi agreed to help me with my homework! Isn't that great senpai?! Isn't it?! Hey! Why don't you come too?! Since you're older you should be better! Let's go!"

"Hey! Wait! When did I ever agree to come with you?! Hey HEY HEEEEEE-..."

A few people witnessed a shining blonde model kidnapping a student at Kaijo High.

Kuroko Tetsuya got off the train, straightening his uniform and adjusting his backpack strap. As soon as he looked up he spotted a familiar blonde dragging a boy. He approached them both.

"Kurokocchi~ Kurokocchi~ Where are yooooooou?"

"What do you think he is? A cat? You should go-"

"Ano..."

"WAAAAAA!/WHAT THE-!"

After shoving the feeling of being startled, the trio finally walked to Kise's house.

Kasamatsu felt an unfamiliar tight feeling in his chest as he watched Kise and Kuroko walk together. They both seemed happy, especially Kise who wouldn't let go of Kuroko's hand. It was like watching a couple. Happy just by being with the other, holding hands as if afraid to lose one. Kasamatsu took a closer look at Kuroko for the first time since the Kaijo-Seirin practice match. Being given the position as point guard, it was only natural for him to grow observant, whether in games or not. Kuroko was still wearing his school uniform, which only meant he immediately came to Kaijo after school. 'Did Kuroko care that much about Kise? Would helping Kise with homework do him any good? Was he willing that much to spend his money on a train ticket just because Kise called him?' Strange thoughts started forming in his head. 'Damn it Yukio! What is wrong with you?! Their just friends...' Right?

He also noticed other things about Kuroko which he wished he hadn't noticed. Like how Kuroko would often tug his wristband, or the way his lips would only slightly move to express amusement, and even the way his baby blue hair would move, blown by the wind, shining in the light. This boy, his physical appearance was breathtakingly beautiful. The absolute definition of perfection.

Kasamatsu Yukio. Captain of Kaijo High's Basketball Team. 11Th grade student at Kaijo High, didn't realize that maybe, just maybe, he was slowly falling for Seirin's passing specialist.

For now, it might just be a simple crush.

"Kasamatsu-san..."

"Wha-?! Oh Kuroko, it's you..."

Kuroko looked into his eyes as he spoke. It was probably only his way of speaking with others. Those big round eyes wouldn't blink as he made eye contact while speaking. He offered a snack politely, leaving the boy awestruck by how polite and sweet he looked, holding up a bag of vanilla sweets and offering without a second thought. Kasamatsu quickly accepted and sat near Kuroko. He could feel his cheeks grow warm as he watched Kuroko lick a few drops of vanilla filling from his long yet petite fingers. The way that small tongue would dart back and forth-"Senpai!Kurokocchi! I bought some snacks~"his thoughts were inturupted by Kise's noisy entrance. He sighed. Luckily, Kise hadn't noticed him staring at 'his' precious Kurokocchi.

Kasamatsu watched as the two worked on a few pages of Kise's workbook together, sometimes asking for his help when neither one of them knew the answer.

"Hua! I'm so tired-ssu! But because of Kurokocchi's help we could finally finish it" Kise stretched his arms and yawned.

"Kise-kun, please be a little more respectful...Without Kasamatsu-senpai we wouldn't have finished it as we have done now."

Kasamatsu smiled at the smaller boy, who surprisingly, smiled back.

Sadly, every sweet moment has an end. Kise interrupted the scene by commenting ever so bluntly, "I love it when Kurokocchi smiles, it makes my heart beat fast and my face gets all warm..." Kuroko looked away,"It's getting late, I must be going...My parents would be looking for me...", even though he refused to show it, Kasamatsu could still see the faint pink blush tinting his cheeks.

Kise offered to take Kuroko home, which Kuroko gladly excepted. When suddenly, his manager called. Unfortunately, Kise had a photoshoot today, so he asked Kasamatsu to take place in taking Kuroko home.

Is this chance considered as fate or something else...

Taking Kuroko to the train station should've been an easy task. But for the Kaijo point guard, let's say he worried a little too much. He would keep checking his shirt, his hair, glance at Kuroko every few seconds as if he would suddenly disappear, taken by the wind. Kuroko remained as oblivious as ever, only speaking whenever he would please. By the time the two arrived, it was Kuroko who finally spoke up, "My apologies, Kasamatsu-san for being a burden and asking you to accompany me". The older teen looked back at those sky-blue orbs and finally, he gathered the courage to whisper a faint "No problem, if you ask for anything I'll sure be there to help as much as I can".

He watched as the Seirin player left. His heart beating fast. He could feel the unfamiliar tight feeling in his chest. And no one, not even the cutest girl at Kaijo Koukou, could make him feel this way.

Only Kuroko Tetsuya, only Kuroko Tetsuya...

Oh come on Yukio! "...I'll sure be there to help..." How lame... You could've made a better line than that! Heck, even that love-sick jerk Moriyama would've done a probably better job than you...

Kasamatsu Yukio, was indeed, VERY confused...

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I hope you enjoyed it.

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