Title: How to Fall in Love: The Takao Project
Author: Kasamatsu-senpai
Rating: T
Pairing: Takao Kazunari and Midorima Shintarou
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroko no Basket in any way possible. Nope. Nada. Never. Hope you enjoy the ride anyway!
NOTE: SHOUNEN-AI (boys' love; boy x boy). No flames. You were warned.


どのように恋に落ちる:ジェクト高尾

Entry Three: Observation (観察)


How do people fall in love? How was this strong emotion brought about into existence? If they already knew the consequences ahead in the first place, why bother? Why do these fools… still fall in love?

Now is that best intro ever or what? I better write this down before I forget.

I'm Takao Kazunari, and this is the first day of observation for my project. There are a lot of other research methods, but I decided I'd do one at a time (I'd ask Shin-chan about those other methods). No pressure or anything.

I have my trusty voice recorder (for cases such as this) and digital camera to keep track of the whole thing. I want everything to be as clear and detailed as possible. Man, I feel like some detective or something


Vibrant and rich colors filled the sky as the sun slowly dipped into the horizon; a gentle breeze swept the campus.

Classes ended for the day, and students were making their way home. But no, not Takao. He hid behind a bush, eyeing a particular couple; the first couple Takao laid his eyes on to be exact. They held hands, and the girl comfortably leaned on the boy's shoulder. They looked… cute. There was an instance Takao almost said, "aww" out loud.

He watched them a little too much he almost forgot his purpose of observing them in the first place. He took out his camera and snapped shots of the happy pair, and wrote down his "observations" about them, looking like he was from the paparazzi in for a scoop.

There was nothing thrilling about this method. At all. It was just as boring and dull as the first two methods Midorima mentioned. But he shook his head. No, this is just the beginning. Maybe remarkable stuff will happen between them sooner or later, and then I'd finally be able to learn something! he optimistically thought. I hope something does happen though. He sighed.

And so began the reckless endeavor for this project of his.

Every day after school, he would always sneakily follow the couple (he thankfully knew where to hide thanks to his Hawk Eye. Who said basketball abilities couldn't be used outside the court?) wherever they went; from pastry shops, to the mall, to the park… This was going to take forever. And besides, he felt uncomfortable because he swore some people mistook him for a stalker (he even caught someone maybe notifying the police?).

Two weeks of hard-work passed, and he… kind of finally had his results. He recorded everything that occurred in his notebook. During class, he assessed what he wrote.

-they talk to each other in unusually high-pitched voices (weird…).
-whenever the boy says something cheesy
bluntly, the girl smacks him hard, her face red (ouch that hurts. Have you no mercy on the poor lad?).
-they hold hands happily in public (it's cute, still… public decency anyone?).
-the girl has tsundere tendencies (I feel sorry for the guy, really…).
-could all girls be tsunderes?

He scrutinized the photos he took, and raised a brow. He narrowed his eyes and examined the snapshots meticulously. He felt something was weirdly off… he couldn't put his mind into it, until it sadly dawned on him.

I was supposed to uncover the mystery why and how people fall in love! he thought, slumping in his seat. His classmate who sat behind him looked at him worriedly. Not observe people who are already in love! That didn't answer anything at all! And he sighed a little louder than usual. Well, that's two weeks easily wasted. He mentally rolled his eyes at his carelessness yet again.

"Takao-kun," a voice called out to him.

Takao snapped his head up and met eyes with the teacher who stood before him, glaring sharply.

"Is my class that boring?" asked the teacher, his eye twitching. Anyone could tell the teacher was fuming, a vein pulsing in his forehead. Takao gulped. Boy, was he in one hell of a whooping (of lectures, mind you).

He didn't need Midorima or Oha Asa to remind him. Today just wasn't his lucky day.


Practice (練習)


Everyone else in the team took a break from hours of non-stop basketball practice. It was hell, but it was going to be worth it anyway. They were famed as one of the Three Kings of Tokyo. And they were sure to continue that legacy. The team became even stronger and more confident, now that one of the Generation of Miracles, Midorima Shintarou, joined the team. They felt unstoppable, and felt they could go through great lengths with their brand-new ace.

Takao drank a bottle of water, his peripheral vision spotting Midorima making a basket for the umpteenth time that day.

Everything about his form was perfect: he half-bent his knees accurately for the right amount of potential power; his dominant hand had its fingers spread out (in this case, his left hand, since Midorima's left-handed, which was the apparent reason for his bandages); the ball was brought above his head in that rhythmic motion; the way he extended his forearm as he snapped his wrist… truly marvelous. His movements was almost that of a graceful dance. It pretty much took Takao's breath away. He couldn't help but smile widely.

Shin-chan's just awesome, he thought in glee, watching Midorima in deep admiration and awe. He could see the light in Midorima. No, he was the light. Not just awesome, but the best!

Sure, he failed at the actual observation method, but little did he know he was already observing that eccentric green-haired shooting guard.

[ Can this admiration possibly metamorphose into something else? ]


End of Entry


A/N: Three days in a row! Wow! I thought I couldn't make it with this chapter today, but I still did anyway. Ha-ha. BTW, Takao didn't and is not going to stalk Midorima... yet. LOL

Sorry for the inconvenient short chapters. I just don't want to go through the pressure of writing long ones anymore (I'm traumatized from writing Yatarella). I hope you lovely readers understand.

There're going to be cute filler-like chapters in the future. So prepare. Teehee.

Reviews would be lovely (I'm going to love you forever for it). Thanks for reading, and I hope you lovely people would look forward to the next chapter!