Those Without Fear
Summary: Hating something you once loved, it's like spitting on the face of your own mother. Unbelievably painful. Implied KaKu, Past!AoKu
Alone.
Kuroko never knew the true definition of the word until the final buzzer on the court went off, signaling the end of the game. He leaves before he is noticed—not that he would be with the screaming fans deafening the stadium and the second and third string of Teiko pouring into the court to give their yelling congratulations. He stares without truly seeing, bumping into people as he reached the exit, but a hand shot out to stop him—
For a moment, a single deadly, heart stopping moment, he thought Aomin—
"Player-san! Player-san, YOU wouldn't happen to be the phantom sixth player of Teiko Middle School team?" Chatted a cheery reporter who tried with all her might to hold onto him against the rushing crowd. He opened his mouth to answer but the roar of the center stage takes his presence and she's gone—
Kuroko stands there, alone, the word echoes all around him, his face showing nothing as the hall to the exit empties.
It is not until he gets home that Kuroko cries.