Prompt: How do you become somewhat friends with them?
Characters: GOM + Kuroko
Words: 1643
Kuroko: It was turning into a habit to search for blue locks of hair as you walk through the park on your way home nowadays. It had been a few times now when you've stumbled across each other, and had began converse naturally.
Today, is no different.
You see the blue hair a little further ahead and pick up your pace. Soon, you're walking beside Kuroko. "Hello again." You smile at him. He stops up to let you greet Nigou. "Ahh, you're as cute as ever~"
"How has your day been, _-san?" He politely asks, and slowly begins to stroll down the pavement again, as you straighten yourself.
You give him a little shrug. "It's been okay. I woke up too late due to-" You turn your head quickly and nudge him. "Hey, how did your game go? Did you win?"
He flashes you a little smile. "Yes, Seirin won."
"That's great!" You exclaim, excited on his behalf. "Let's celebrate with ice cream!" It awakens a bigger smile on him, and he gives you a nod, before answering. "Yes, we can do that."
"Alright, I'm buying!" You grab his wrist, and pick up the pace.
Kise: You and Kaho are walking down the street, when you notice a group of teenage boys. It seems like they are arguing over something. Hey, isn't that Kaijō uniforms, you muse, when a squeal escapes from your friend.
"That's Kise!" She exclaims, and take deep breath, before muttering to herself something along the lines of 'act normal' over and over again.
You just chuckle at her fangirlish behavior, when the same boy, the model boy, runs towards you two while a few of the other boys are shouting after him. Another boy is right in his heels with a rather angry look on his face, you determine by his narrowed eyebrows. Shame he's out shadowed by the blonde, because he's quite attractive himself.
"Hiii~!" He greets out in a cheery tone, already making Kaho blush. "Do you wanna join us to go sing karaoke?" Kiss asks, and start explaining. "You see, we are five, but if we're seven then we'll get a discount!" He points out, like it should be enough reason for them to join. He then locks his gaze on you. "It was Kaho, right?"
You slightly shake your head, as the other guy arrives behind Kise. "No, I'm _, the one next to me is Kaho." You can see your friend getting even more flustered as his attention is diverted over on her. "She's the one I got the autograph for."
"Kise, you idiot! You don't even know their names!" The other boy scolds and punches him in the back. "Plus- Moriyama for sure won't be comfortable in the situation with so many girls!"
The blonde boy gives you both a sheepish smile, before turning to his senpai. "You sure it isn't you who won't be comfortable?" He asks, which earns him a few more punches until he lies on the ground, faking a weep.
"Of course we'll sing with you!" Kaho suddenly bursts out, earning herself a huge smile from Kise, and a rather obvious blush from the other guy. "We'll love to."
You turn to her with huge eyes. "We will?" you ask her, and give the, albeit shy, but handsome guy, an apologetic smile.
Midorima: Was it a coincidence you have run into this guy for the fifth time just in this week? You did not know.
He was standing with a book in his hand, leaning against the bookshelf, when you reach for a book blocked by him. "Excuse me, Midorima-san, but I have to get this book."
The greenet glances over at you, first shocked, but then a little glint of something you recognize as frustration is shown. "Do you often come to this library, _?" He asks as he moves away from the bookshelf, and slams the book in his hands shut.
A little snort escape your mouth. So he did remember your name after all. He'd asked for it the third time you met, that time at a music store where you surprisingly both enjoyed the same type of music. "Sometimes." you answered.
Looking up at the book in his hands, you notice it is about the astronomi. "You're reading about Tycho Brahe?"
He glances down at his book, then up at you. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am." He pushes his glasses up, and begins to walk past you. "If you keep popping up where ever I am, I might have to file a restriction order." He says, tone very serious.
However, you believe you see a glint of amusement in his eyes. You hope you do.
Aomine: On a rare occasion you're walking aimlessly around the park, when you spot some activity at the outdoor basketball court. Slowly walking towards it, you notice a very familiar person.
Recognizing him as the rude person behind you in line at the grocery store a few days ago, you stop up to watch the game between him and three other guys, savoring the satisfaction of them beating him.
Except they didn't.
He was lone man beating all three of them. The whole time you had been standing there, watching, he hadn't allowed any of them to make a single point against him, while he'd been making several in rows.
It is rather impressive how he can outmaneuver them so easily, ankle-break at least once, and pull off several dunks, lay-ups and even a few three pointers before the other guys call it a day and admit defeat.
You slowly walk towards him as he wipes sweat off of his forehead with his sleeveless tee. "So the pervert can actually do something besides being rude, and bury his face in magazines only fit for perverts."
He looks up at you and runs a hand through his now sweaty blue hair. At the sight of you he lets out a groan. "If it isn't your majesty from the other day. What do you want this time?"
Ignoring his choice of words, you stop in front of the chain link fence that separates you. "Just wanted to congratulate you on your victory. It was pretty cool you, uh, beating three others."
A smirk appears on his face as he leans with one arm against the fence. "Those three? Easier than stealing candy from a kid, I tell ya'."
You roll your eyes at his comment, but still keep a smile on your face. "That's all." You say, and turn around to slowly walk away.
"Hey!" He yells after you.
When you turn around to face him with an eyebrows cocked, he's no longer leaning against the fence. "Hey yourself."
"That's all?" He asks.
As you slowly walk away, now backwards, you shrug your shoulders. "What more should there be?" You ponder.
He is caught off guard by your question for a few seconds, struggling to regain his composure. "I'm Aomine!" He then yells at you.
You lift a hand to wave. "See you around, Aomine!" you shout back, and savor the annoyed look on his face, as you leave without giving a name.
Murasakibara: This morning, the train is filled even more than usual, and your stop is even one of the first. You glance around, looking for a free spot in the masses, when you notice one beside the huge guy from last week.
You'd seen him quite often in the train, but had never engaged in conversation with him. It seems like today you are destined, if not converse with him, then at least to sit beside him.
He glances up from a bag of chips in his hands, and locks eyes with you. "Ahh~" He shuffles a little away from your seat as you sit down, leaving more space for you. "Good morning." He greets.
A little smile creeps onto your face. "Good morning. I don't think we've introduced each other, oh well, I'm _." You say, and lean back.
"Murasakibara." He replies and offers you some of his snacks. "These are some of the snacks you saved, _-chin."
Flustered by already getting a nickname, you take him up on the offer, and puts a few chips in your mouth. "Thank you." You give a little bow with your head.
Akashi: You're invited to one of your relatives wedding, when you notice the same red-haired boy from the dressage tournament. Astonished to see him seated beside what seems to be your seat, you fail to hear what he said to you. "Excuse me?"
"Repeating myself, hello _-kun."
Not sure if he's younger or older than you, you let the honorifics blow over your head. It isn't something you should make a big deal out of. "Oh, also hello to you, Akashi-sama."
He seems pleased by your answer, and pulls out the chair for you. You politely accept the gesture, and lt him help you seat. " You can't help but feel intimidated as he watches you while you speak. It's as if he's analyzing everything you say.
After a little time, you both become silent as the newly wed couple take to the dance floor and debut with a slow waltz. When the song is over, you watch as other couples start to fill in.
"May I have the next dance?"
You turn to look at the boy with the bright red hair, eyes widen in surprise. "It will be my pleasure." You answer, and take his outstretched hand.