Dear Fanfiction Writers

by rubyrose30

When the characters of Kuroko no Basket lose their shits and grab their keyboards, pen, pencils and anything they can get their hands on... to write some bloody letters to the writers of fanfiction! Hilarity ensures! -This is the translated work of a French fic: "Chers auteurs de fanfictions" by Naelye. All credits go to her.

2. To those having the wrong ideas

Dear writers with many wrong ideas,

I don't even know why I'm losing my time to write you a letter. At first, I was convinced that this madness would fade with time. Clearly, it did not.

Let's start with the names that you use to describe me. "Horoscope freak", "the green head", "tsundere", etc… I've read enough.

Judging, classifying or naming someone based on the color of their hair alone is clearly an act of immaturity and impoliteness. I am not the one who chose this totally natural hair color. Nor did I choose to wear an orange basketball uniform with it. So please, stop comparing me with a carrot or any other fruit or object, it's not funny. One more thing: I don't push my glasses back up when I'm not wearing any. Stop making me do this in your stories, it's insulting. This sort of thing is not my style, but more like that of some idiots in my surrounding I choose not to utter the name of.

Also, horoscope predictions are to be taken seriously. I'm neither a 'freak', like some of you say, nor am I superstitious. I only choose to take precautions, nanodayo.

And now to the most infuriating matter. One name: Takao.

I have no words to describe your stupidity. Let me ask you, where do you see me hiding my feelings for him or otherwise, nanodayo? He doesn't address me as Shin-chan upon my request, but simply because he's one annoying brat. We stick together because of basketball. He picks me up in the morning because we're in the same class. I've started to trust him more gradually because of all the time we spent together in friendship only, not because "as days flew by, the feelings of the greenhead grew stronger". Takao is my friend. And I believe this is the first time I'm admitting it. It's absolutely out of question to tell him about this, nanodayo.

There's also Murasakibara. Your absurdities will never fail to impress me. That guy and I are simply incompatible. Be it in terms of horoscope, character, all. I don't understand your insistence on making things work between me and that greedy brat with no manners. Evidently, I simply refuse to talk about Kise, Kuroko, Akashi, Aomine or even Kagami.

Sincerely from the one who never misses his shots,

Midorima.

I'll be uploading the translated chapters a bit irregularly, since I'm also working on my main fic. I hope you enjoyed it so far!