Facade


A/N: Originally made for my friend on Wattpad as a ReaderxKise fanfiction, but as writing in an interactive perspective is not allowed on this website, reader has become an OC. For the original version, visit the link to my Wattpad account on my profile and you should find it there.


Disclaimer:Kuroko no Basuke belongs to Fujimaki Tadatoshi


'A mask put up to hide what we really feel. After all, what they don't know won't hurt them...right?'


Chapter 1: Fated Encounter


"Ne, ne, isn't that him?" he heard a girl whisper excitedly.

"It's Kise Ryouta!" squealed another girl.

"I heard he made it into the first string of the basketball club."

"Really?! He's so cool!"

The person in question mentally sighed. It was always the same, every single day. He was sick of it. But of course, he wouldn't show it. He put on a bright smile and waved at the crowd of girls surrounding him. They squealed.

He continued on his way, all the while smiling at his fans. He didn't exactly enjoy having them swoon over him, but it was part of his job to respond to the people who supported him. He was a model after all.

All he really wanted right now was for them to leave him alone. He currently just wanted peace and quiet; was that too much to ask for?

He scanned the crowd of supporters; most of them blushed and commented that he was looking at them. Some of them fought about who he was really looking at, but he wasn't even looking at one specific person.

It was quite amusing, watching them fight over him. There was really no point since he wasn't into the type of girl they were anyway. He preferred a quiet person who would listen and accept him for who he truly was; someone like Kurokocchi.

His smile grew wider at the thought of the phantom player of Teikou. He was definitely Kise's favourite out of all the Generation of Miracles.

Continuing on his way in a much brighter mood than before, he noticed out the corner of his eyes a flash of obsidian separated from the rest of his fans. But when he turned for a better look, there was nothing there.


"Class, today there'll be new seating arrangements!" the teacher announced, looking down at the clipboard in their hand. The class chatted excitedly, going on about the people they hope they will placed with; but some just groaned, finding this process troublesome as they found their desk perfectly fine.

Kise just stared out the window in boredom; he didn't really care about who sat near him, as long as they weren't too noisy. If he was lucky, maybe it would be someone interesting.

The teacher called out the new seating arrangement, but Kise remained in the same spot. His seating position did not change at all.

Everyone shuffled around, locating their new desks. Kise looked up as the chair of the desk in front of his scraped against the floor, creating an unpleasant ear-grating noise. His eyebrows twitched and the edge of his lips tilted down, forming a frown. The person sat down and Kise saw ebony hair. His eyebrows furrowed as he did not recognize the female classmate sitting before him.

Now, Kise prided himself in knowing all the girls in the school; well, now almost all the girls in the school.

He stared holes into the female teen in front of him, trying to recall who she was. He couldn't remember, and it frustrated him to no end.

And so that's how the rest of the lesson continued.


When the bell rang for lunch, the unfamiliar raven haired girl stood up and left the classroom, never glancing back.

Students gathered around Kise, mainly girls, asking him if they would have lunch with them, but he politely refused in a cheerful carefree manner, telling them that he was going to eat with the rest of the regulars in the Teikou basketball club. He then proceeded on his way to the rooftop to meet with his friends.

"Kise-kun, is everything alright? You're spacing out," the sky blue-haired boy next to him asked. Kise blinked and snapped out of his trance, putting on the usual smile once again.

"Nope! Everything is alright Kurokocchi," he replied brightly. Kuroko gave him a doubtful look. He was not convinced.

"No you're not," he retorted bluntly. Kise sweat dropped.

"Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be?" he protested.

"So what's wrong? Girl troubles?" interrogated a dark blunette, casually slinging an arm around Kise's shoulder.

"Huh?! When did you get there Aominecchi?!" Kise exclaimed in shock. Aomine was beside Kuroko just then!

"That doesn't matter. So, tell me, what's wrong?" Aomine demanded, closing in on Kise with every word. Kise gulped, he was put into an uncomfortable position and the look that the blunette was giving him was intimidating.

"N-nothing," stuttered the blonde. Aomine opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted by the door to the rooftop squeaking open. The group turned to see who it was and Kise's eyes widened in surprise.

It was the girl with black hair.

Now that Kise could see her properly, he noticed her amethyst eyes and long lashes. She had smooth, unblemished skin and a button nose with small rose coloured lips.

The girl had a small, petite stature and she wore the girls' uniform along with the school's button up jumper which seemed a size too big. White knee-length socks and indoor shoes completed the look. She looked ordinary, like most of the girls that attended Teikou; maybe a just little above average.

She glanced at the group for a brief moment, but then focused on Kuroko, disregarding the rest of them.

"Tetsuya-kun, the librarian requests our assistance. Now," she informed Kuroko, emphasising the time the librarian needed them. Kuroko nodded in understanding and stood up, bidding them goodbye before following the nameless girl to the library.

Silence ensued after the two left.

"I wonder who that was," Aomine asked to no one in particular. That seemed to be the breaking point for Momoi who had remained silent with the rest of the generation of miracles during the interrogation of Kise.

"Who does that girl think she is?! Calling Tetsu-kun by his first name!" she shrieked. The guys had to cover their ears from how high the pitch was. Momoi's face was flushed in rage as her chest heaved. Aomine sweat dropped.

"But you call Tetsu by his first name too..." Aomine trailed off as Momoi trained her fierce glare on him. He gulped.

"I'm the only girl who's allowed to call him that," she said darkly, crushing the juice box in her hand.

"Relax Momoi, she's a library assistant, just like Kuroko. That means that they spend quite a lot of time together, and since she's a library assistant, she must like books; just like Kuroko. So it's understandable if they're on first name basis," reasoned Midorima, pushing his glasses up.

"But-" protested Momoi.

"That's enough," ordered Akashi. Momoi's shoulders fell as she gave up with a distraught expression.

"So," began Aomine, turning to Kise with a sly smirk, "Is that the girl you're having trouble with?"

Kise's breathing abruptly stopped and he stared with wide eyes at Aomine.

"What are you talking about?" he answered, laughing nervously afterwards whilst rubbing the nape of his neck, eyes darting about, refusing to look at his friends. Aomine's smirk grew wider.

"So it is," He hummed. He was going to have so much fun blackmailing Kise.

"...This week, Oha-Asa predicted that Geminis are going to have a fated encounter with a fated person that will have a huge impact on their lives," Midorima randomly inserted. Kise froze.

"What?"

"That is the horoscope for Geminis today," Midorima informed, pushing his glasses once again.

"Oh! Do me next!" exclaimed Momoi excitedly. "What's my relationship with Kuroko supposed to be like?"

"Momoi, I've told you before, with Kuroko being an Aquarius, and you a Taurus, it won't work out. You're not meant to be," Midorima replied. Momoi continued to sulk.

"Then how about me?" Aomine asked, "What's my horoscope for the week?"

"Virgos may be experiencing their luckiest week of the month. If you experience a lucky streak, it is a reward for something you did earlier that made this happen."

"Hmm, what's mine Mido-chin?" Murasakibara asked, stopping for a moment in eating his snacks.

"Libras will need see the bigger picture or outside the box as they may make a wrong decision."

"Then what is Aka-chin's?"

Midorima cleared his throat before announcing it to the curious group.

"You shouldn't interfere with things you shouldn't, but if you do, the results may be very unexpected."


It was after school and Kise was making his way to the gym for basketball practice when he accidentally bumped into someone.

"Sorry!" he apologized, quickly turning around to help that person up. He was surprised to see the girl from earlier.

"It's fine," mumbled the girl, so quietly that Kise had just barely heard. She ignored his outstretched hand and stood up by herself, smoothing her uniform free of any creases that may have formed during the fall.

"I'm glad you're fine," Kise told her with a smile.

She glanced at him and mumbled something incoherent.

"Hm?" Kise tilted his head to the side.

"I said I don't like you," she said louder. "You're so fake, trying to act like someone you aren't. I hate people like you the most."

And with that she left, leaving behind a shocked and flabbergasted blonde.


Basketball practice had just finished and the regulars of the said club and their manager were on their way home, but they made a pit stop at the convenience store to buy icy-poles.

"Say Kurokocchi, who was that girl from earlier?"Kise asked the phantom player.

"Yeah, who was she?" Momoi asked as she clung to one of Kuroko's arm, pressing her breasts firmly against it.

"Hm? You mean (l/n)-san?"

"Yep."

"Shouldn't you know Kise-kun? She is your classmate after all," Kuroko inquired. Kise flushed as everybody turned their gazes onto him.

"You don't even know your own classmate's name," Aomine stated dumbly.

Silence hung into the air until someone made a 'pft' noise and snickering followed.

"Don't laugh!" Kise cried indignantly in embarrassment, the pink dusting his cheeks fading into a dark shade of scarlet.

"Kise's right, this is no laughing matter," Kuroko told them. Kise brightened.

"Kurokocchi!"

"This is serious because he doesn't know the names of his classmates."

This just made most of the group laugh even harder as Kise returned to a gloomy state.

"Seriously guys," he mumbled.

"Although," Kuroko began, the group silencing, getting ready for his speech, "I have to wonder why he doesn't know her since Kise knows practically knows every girl at school."

"...That's true," Aomine said thoughtfully, his hand cupping his chin as he stared up at the sky.

Unbeknownst to the others, Kise had a determined look on his face.


As Hitomi entered the classroom, she could feel a gaze following her. From the corner of her eyes, she could see a certain blonde model staring intensely to her. After a split second, her eyes flittered away from his form and she sat in front of him, waiting for the lesson to start.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling the blonde behind her burning holes into the back of herr head. Finally feeling fed up with him, Hitomi turn around and give him a glare.

"What do you want?" she asked; annoyance was evident in her voice.

The blonde model's look of concentration started turning into a pout, and his eyebrows started furrowing anymore if possible. He didn't respond, and that only served to piss Hitomi off even more. A tick mark formed and she swerved around to face the front again with an 'hmph'.


He didn't understand.

Why didn't she fangirl over him? Squeal and turn bashful in his presence? He just couldn't understand at all. But at the same time he was fascinated. He wanted to find out why she didn't act like the other girls. Curiosity burned passionately inside him.

"Why aren't you like them?" he asked aloud. He watched as she only turned her head halfway, although he had her full attention.

"Excuse me?" she questioned with a slightly puzzled look. Somehow he found it endearing, that look of confusion.

He pushed that thought away and asked again, "Why aren't you like them?"

A brow rose, "Who?"

"All the other girls. You don't act like they do around me."

"Are you calling me abnormal?" she accused him. With a huff of indignance, she turned to face the front again, fed up with him once again. "I don't understand why they like you. You only got looks and they don't know anything else about you. I think that they're fools for liking you based on looks."

That took him by surprise. He hadn't met a girl quite like her before; one that based people off their personality rather than looks. He didn't know why, but it made his heart beat a little faster. Whether it was a good or bad thing, he didn't know. Suddenly he felt a little more confident and playful, almost like how he felt with the Generation of Miracles.

"Oh? So you admit I got looks?" he hummed, leaning forward with one elbow propped and chin resting on his palm.

The girl swerved around so quickly it seemed as though her head was going to spin off. Her (e/c) eyes were as wide as dinner plates and her face was flushed as red as it could get, and if possible, getting redder and redder by the second. Her mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water and he couldn't resist playfully saying, "You should close it; wouldn't want a fly to fly in now, would you?"

That only earned him a glare which would've been terrifying if not for her blushing face. Were her ears turning red too?

"Shut up..." she grumbled and turned around, refusing to give him any more attention and making a bigger fool out of herself.

Yep, her ears were definitely red.


'It's pretty simple, pretty obvious: that people's first impressions of people are really a big mistake.' – Vincent D'Onofrio