A/N: Hello! Thank you for reading my story :) I really love this anime but I was a little unsure whether to write a fic or not but I was kinda bored (procrastinating) and so I decided to give it a whirl, lemme know what you think!

Disclaimer: Do not own Kuroko no Basuke or any of the characters mentioned.

It was a cold, winter evening; Riko, Kiyoshi and Hyuuga were walking back from the school gym after a long and gruelling training session. The other boys were too tired and decided to head straight home, thus leaving the aforementioned three who were on the way to Maji Burger.

"Ahh..." Hyuuga muttered happily, relishing the warmth of the establishment as he breathed in the heavenly smell of burgers and fries. "…food at last!"He shouted with joy.

Kiyoshi smiled and thanked Hyuuga for holding the door for him as he walked in and looked for somewhere the three of them could sit. Hyuuga frowned, "Are you not coming in?" he said to Riko, still holding the door.

"Urm," she hesitated, looking back and forth before deciding "…no I think I'm gonna head home, got quite a bit of work to do." She shrugged. Hyuuga tried not to look too disappointed before nodding, telling her to get home safe as he waved to her. He let go of the door and made his way to where Kiyoshi was sitting.

"Huh? Where's Riko?" the taller boy asked, looking behind Hyuuga as if she was hiding there.

"She had to leave." He said, slumping down onto the seat, yawning. "…looks like it's just us."

Kiyoshi nodded, turning his head to look outside the window. "Hey Hyuuga…" he asked quietly, thinking how it actually worked in his favour that Riko wasn't there, there was something that he really wanted to discuss with the boy.

"Hmm…" was all that Kiyoshi heard, he glanced back at the boy in front of him and noticed that he had his eyes closed and was rubbing his temples.

He hesitated slightly, before speaking again. "….what do you think of Riko?"

Hyuuga paused for a moment before opening his eyes and looking up at him in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked, brows scrunched together.

"Y'know… just what do you think of her?" he asked again, hoping Hyuuga would catch his train of thought and where he was heading with this. But the boy in question was still as confused as ever, perhaps due to his fatigue and hunger. "Urm…she's cool…I guess." He replied unenthusiastically, not really knowing how to answer the question. "Why?" he said, wondering what could have made Kiyoshi ask such a weird and random question.

The boy's lack of response caused Hyuuga to look up again, he studied him carefully. It looked as if he didn't even hear him – as if in his own world. Feeling quite parched, he got out his water bottle and took a mouthful as he waited for his friend to reply.

Meanwhile, Kiyoshi returned to staring outside the window, observing what was going on in their surroundings, before smiling slightly and facing Hyuuga again. "I think I might ask her out." He said happily, resting his head against his arms.

This caught Hyuuga off-guard, he coughed and spluttered as he nearly choked on his drink. As he cleared his throat, his eyes widened as he never expected his best friend to say that. Once he was composed, he allowed himself to simply stare at Kiyoshi.

"You like her…" the dark-haired boy said gently, feeling slightly apprehensive to know the answer. You know, you really shouldn't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to, he mentally scolded himself.

"I-I think so…" said Kiyoshi, with a smile playing on his lips.

"She's…." he began, wondering how to express his feelings. "…She's Riko, y'know." he smiled softly, hoping that explanation would be enough. If he had been talking to anyone else he would have had to elaborate. But this was Hyuuga; he knew exactly what he meant.

"Yeah," whispered the boy wearing glasses.

Hyuuga began to sense this unsettling feeling in his stomach; his hunger pangs had dissipated altogether and all he could think about was how he wanted to stop having this conversation. But he couldn't help but feel really guilty. His best friend just told him something personal, yet all he could think about was his own feelings. What kind of friend am I?

"Are you ok?" Kiyoshi asked, looking sceptically at Hyuuga who was staring intently at the table with a frown on his face. This shook him out of his reverie; he looked up and noticed the look of concern on Kiyoshi's face.

"Yes." he replied rather quickly, too quickly in fact, taking Kiyoshi aback for a moment. He was about to say something before Hyuuga carried on. "I was just thinking," he paused for a moment studying his friends face before continuing "… that if this is what you want, then you should definitely go for it." He said with a smile that sadly didn't his eyes.

Kiyoshi raised his brow just slightly before breaking into his signature grin. "Yeah…?" he breathed.

Hyuuga simply nodded, he couldn't trust himself to speak again knowing he'd say something stupid and would regret. This was why he knew he had to get out of there, quickly. He took out his mobile phone and pretended that he had received a text.

"Ah damn," said Hyuuga. "I've got to go, forgot mom wanted me home early today." He said as he motioned to the phone - lying with ease.

"Oh…" the taller boy said sadly. "Are you not hungry though?"

"Yeah… but I'll eat when I get home. No biggie" He shrugged.

Grabbing his water bottle and bag, he slid out of the seat. "See you at practice tomorrow." He said, waving back to him before leaving the restaurant the same way he entered; hungry and tired. Only this time he could add heart-broken to his list.

Kiyoshi watched Hyuuga as he crossed the road and walked away. He could sense something was off with his friend, but because he was in such a good mood he decided not to dwell on it too much. It's probably nothing, he thought. He got up out his seat and walked to the counter to order food, all the while planning on how he was going to ask his coach out.