Summary- He was crafted from fire and ice. She didn't care.
Disclaimer- A wee little birdie told me Kuroko no Basket was not for sale.
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Riko never understood why she loved him. The ice of his grey gaze, the warmth of his breath compensated by the cool lips against her skin. She loved the way he always read her like a book. A book written exclusively for him.
The thoughtful little actions that you would have missed unless you were looking for it. The pats on her head. The crazy spontaneity of his personality and the indomitable will of his. She loved the way he was forged through fire and ice. The passion coating his feelings for whatever he considered his and the ice covering his fingers when he held her.
The stillness of the sunlight filtering through the second floor window as he cupped her cheek seemed to make time stop for them. The single action said a lot more than he ever could. She leaned into his touch, like it was a lifeline, and smiled.
She didn't know why she loved him but she didn't care anymore.
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Inspired from Nicole Scherzinger's Cold.
Hotness is Capt'n Hyuga methinks… feel free to agree or disagree.. :)
-Aurora