A/N: Hello, ordinaryjubi here. I'm not sure how long this story is going to be, but I vow to stay dedicated to finishing it! This just came into my head since I'm going through a major Kuroko no Basuke phase (plus Kuroko is my cinnamon roll and I love him and so does everyone in the series).

Summary: When Kuroko's parents leave Japan because of their jobs, they suggest that he should get a roommate. Somehow he got more than he bargained for. GoM/Kuroko. Drabble-series; fluff, humor, Kuroko-lovin'.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke!

Generation of Roommates

Prologue

Kuroko Tetsuya had been in his second year of Teiko Middle School when his parents left Japan, due to their new jobs in the States. They had been so excited at the time, their only son could do nothing but watch. Being at the age of fourteen, Kuroko knew better than to stand in the way of his parents career as he is no longer a child who needed constant care. He could learn, he figured, how to take care of himself. He wasn't a very messy person to begin with, and his small appetite would surely make groceries last longer.

Though, he did get lonely sometimes.

"We'll take care of the house payments, and send you allowance every month," said his father, lifting the last few boxes into the loading truck. He joined his wife and son inside the house after the truck had left.

"Gomen, Tetsuya-chan," his mother apologized. They had packed up almost all of their possessions in the house, leaving only family pictures in their place. It would save them money once they got to their new apartment, avoiding extra furniture shopping when they got there. "We'd take you with us, but I know how much you love it here." She smiled fondly at her baby boy, fingers brushing at his sky-blue bangs.

His father wrapped an arm around his shoulder, a grin appearing on his face. "All the freedom in the world, and only fourteen." Kuroko shared a smiled his father, and let out a tiny laugh.

"Ah! You know what," his mother exclaimed, "you should find a roommate!"

Both Kuroko men looked dumbfounded. "Eh..?"

"Don't you 'eh' me! Listen, I'll feel better knowing my baby has some sort of company in his life!" She gripped her son's shoulders desperately, eyes on the verge of tears, "Ne, Tetsuya-chan! Is there anyone, anyone, you could think of living with?"

The young Kuroko pondered. That is the question.

Basketball practice should've cheered him up, but today it did the opposite. Maybe because no one would be home when he returned. He sighed, his house was beginning to feel less and less like home.

"Oi, Kise! Where do you think you're aiming!"

"You're the one who threw the ball at my head first-ssu!"

"Some of us are trying to practice here, idiot."

"Kise-chin, your aim was off."

"It seems you need more training, Ryouta."

The phantom sixth man smiled at the scene. The Generation of Miracles always seemed to lighten his mood with their antics. If only they could stay together inside, as well as outside, of school more often.

...

"Ah."

"Hello, Okaa-san?"

"Ah, Tetsuya-chan! It's only been a week, how are you? Did you find a roommate yet?"

"Yes," he said through the phone, "I found five."

Should I continue? Review!