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"Kuroko-chan! You're here!" Takao broke away from Shuutoku's regulars as they crossed the court to sling an arm around Kuroko's shoulders.

"Takao-san. It has been awhile," said Kuroko politely.

"And Shin-chan! Look! Didn't I tell you Kuroko was a girl? Didn't I? I mean, look at these!" Takao suddenly slid behind Kuroko and grabbed her chest from underneath. The motion pulled Kuroko's shirt tight and pushed up her cleavage, even though it was constrained by a sports bra. This left no doubt as to what gender Kuroko was, to anyone watching.

"Takao!" cried out Midorima, horrified through his shock by what his teammate was doing.

"Hey! You! Stop sexually harassing my teammate!" shouted Kagami, looking ready to either grab Takao or punch her. Probably the only thing holding him back from punching her was the realization that she was also a girl.

"Wow, They've gotten bigger. Congratulations! You must be wearing C-Cups now!" said Takao, ignoring the boys and still holding onto Kuroko in that very provocative manner.

"Please let go of me, Takao-san," requested Kuroko. Remarkably, considering that another girl was grabbing her boobs, she sounded cool as a cucumber.

"I will as soon as Shin-chan acknowledges that you're a girl. You know he didn't believe me when I told him that you totally were a chick. Do you see now, Shin-chan? See? I mean, look at these! Just look at them!"

"That's enough! Get off her now!" Kagami grabbed both of Takao's wrists and forcibly pulled her hands off Kuroko's chest and pulled her away from Kuroko. If she'd been a guy, Kagami would have given her a rough shove. But she wasn't a guy, so she got off with a light push.

"You at least seem to know she's a girl. Good job. Seirin clearly has better anatomy classes than Teikou," said Takao, not at all disgruntled at being foiled then manhandled by Kagami.

Kuroko smoothed down her shirt, a light blush coloring her cheeks, but she didn't look away from Midorima's gaze. She met his eyes steadily.

"So it's true," Midorima said.

"Yes."

Midorima looked like he was nursing a migraine.

"Why did you lie?" he asked.

"I never lied. I just never corrected your misconceptions," said Kuroko.

"But why not?" demanded Midorima.

"Because it didn't matter. It wasn't against any tournament rules. I checked. And the fact that I was a girl did not in any way affect our win. So, by the philosophy we all believed in Teikou, it didn't matter," said Kuroko in that deadpan way of hers.

Suddenly a large hand was pressed down on her head, and with it a familiar warmth and weight.

"You don't owe him any explanations," said Kagami with his usual ill temper.

Midorima looked at him, unimpressed.

"And who are you supposed to be?"

Kagami stepped passed Kuroko and held out his left hand.

"A handshake?" Midorima looked momentarily taken back. Then he transferred his lucky item from his left hand into his right and politely, if stiffly, obliged the gesture he thought Kagami was offering.

Kagami gave a slightly malicious grin and penned his name and jersey number onto Midorima's palm.

Moments later, Midorima was squawking and Takao was laughing for a change.

Kagami smirked and put his hand back down on Kuroko's head, and started leading her back toward the rest of Seirin, where she would never doubt that she mattered.

(Takao spent the rest of the day teasing Midorima about having gotten another guy's number)

(The next day, she unrolled all Midorima's tape, wrote her name and number on it repeatedly, then rolled it back up. Midorima ended up with her name and number on his hand for a lot longer than he had Kagami's.)

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