A/N: 'Reminiscence of Teikou' is coming to an end soon! I really have no idea what to write for Kise's chapter with Kuroko. I need to get through Kise (to be fair, and because I really do like this ship~).

I'm not going to go into detail about what Kuroko said to Aomine, this isn't her chapter. I'll leave it up to y'all.

A comforting Kuroko- well, in the character bible, since his future career is as a kindergarten teacher, I figured he'd have some way of comforting people than just a plain, boring pat on the back. I'm sure the guy's not THAT awkward.

I have a poll on my page that I'd like for people to vote on. It'd be much appreciated!

Warning: OOC Kuroko (but you honestly can't blame him. Lol)

Kuroko no Basket © Fujimaki

"Aominecchi! It's not my fault!" Kise whined at being accused.

"Shut the hell up! You're the reason why I fucked up that shot! No we're behind by nine points because you keep trying to take the fucking ball from me!" Aomine shouted at the quivering blonde.

At the moment, they were in the middle of a practice match against a neighbouring school. However, there was a fight between two members of Kiseki in the middle of a game. The audience watched on with concern. Aomine grew more and more vicious in her verbal attacks, and Kise, although on the verge of tears, held her ground.

"You can't keep hogging the ball! Everyone else has their own quota to meet too!" Kise retorted back. Her hands were balled up in fists at her side.

Aomine's being resembled that of a wild animal about to attack a prey. Kise looked ready to put up a fight back. Kuroko called for time out and the referee obliged.

"Kise. Aomine. Come here." Kuroko did not bother with honorifics at a time like this. When the two approached him, the rest of the team watched at the trio with anxiety.

"Kurokocchi! Take Aomine out! At this rate, no one will meet their quota and it's not fair that she's taking over the game like that." Kise cried out.

Angered that Kise would suggest taking her out, Aomine snarled, her teeth bared. "Shut the hell up." The tanned player growled.

"Aominecchi! It's true! Even Akashicchi hasn't met her usual quota because you kept scoring!"

"Both of you. Stop." First warning.

"Keep it up, bitch! I'm warning you!" She threatened.

"Daiki." Second warning.

"The rest of us are not decorations for you! Stop hogging the spot light."

"Risa." Third warning.

"Shut the fuck up, you whore!"

Snap.

"I want both of you off the court. Right this instant. Don't even come to practice this week. If I so much as catch you in our gyms, I will not hesitate to train both of you to death. Leave." His voice did not raise by much, but the tone in Kuroko's voice silenced those listening.

"K-Kurokocchi." Kise's tears began flowing at this point. Her voice trembled and her legs began to shake.

"Tet...su...?" Aomine's voice even began to waver as she reached out to their coach. He caught her hand in his and held it away from his body and looked down at them with a cold stare.

"Do not make me repeat myself. Get out this court and stand outside. I will deal with both of you." Kuroko turned towards Momoi, who flinched at the look on his face. Even Midorima, Akashi and Murasakibara were frozen in place at Kuroko's change in character. Never had they seen their coach so livid. They didn't like it, but they knew it was for the best. "Take over for now." Momoi nodded.

Aomine and Kise separated and exited the gym from the two exits. Kuroko took in a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, willing himself to calm down before confronting one of the two girls. Midorima walked up to her childhood friend and placed a consoling hand on his shoulder. He looked at her and she flinched. Obviously the stare was still there. He nodded his head in a silent apology for showing her this side of him. If anyone were to ask her, she would honestly say that even she has never seen him like this in all the years she has known him.

"I will be back." And with that, he walked out the door Aomine exited. The game continued.

"Tch, stupid Tetsu. What does he know?" Aomine muttered to herself as she played with a stray leaf on the ground. She sat crouched against the wall, sulking and silently angry.

"On the contrary, Daiki, I know plenty." He said from beside her. She looked over and fell over from shock. "Don't be too surprised. I told you I'd handle you two." He told her with bitterness laced in his tone.

"Yeah, well, what do you want?"

They remained silent for what seemed like an eternity until Kuroko spoke up.

Kise was curled up against the wall on the other side of the gym. Her sobs became more silent as time progressed, but the tears only came out heavier and heavier.

"K-Kurokocchi got mad at me..." She choked on her words and cried harder at the memory of Kuroko's cold gaze. She couldn't help but feel her heart growing heavy, like weights were pulling on her heartstrings. The blonde clenched at her chest and sobbed harder. "I-I don't want K-ku-kurokocchi to hate me. I like Kurokocchi the...the most in this world." She confessed to no one in particular.

Her eyes began to swell from crying so much and her throat was becoming dry from her constant sobbing and heavy breathing. With her jersey collar, she wiped at her face in hopes of cleaning it up, but tears still fell from her face.

"Kurokocchi..." She whispered to herself and began bawling.

It was only in the middle of her crying did she feel something warm drape over her shoulder. She looked up from the ground to see Kuroko crouched over her, covering her back with the jacket.

"Aomine-san told me to give it to you before you get cold. I sent her home." Kuroko told her. Elated at seeing Kuroko back to his normal, expressionless self, Kise couldn't hold back the urge to hug him. She flung herself into his arms, knocking them both over. Her face was buried into his chest as she continued to cry and sob violently. A hand awkwardly landed on her back and began to rub comforting circles. Although she was still crying, it calmed. She did not relinquish her hold on him and silently cried.

"Kise-san, give me a minute." He pried her off of him for a moment. In that moment, she grew scared that he was going to leave her. Instead, he sat against that wall with his legs crossed and beckoned her to sit on his lap. Elated, she obliged and laid her head at the crook of his neck. He rubbed at her head in a comforting matter and tilted his body back and forth gently, as if comforting a troubled child (which he might as well be).

"Kise-san has no reason to cry because Aomine-san does not hate you. She was angry, and you were too. It's only normal that you two would fight." Kuroko said in his usual voice. Kise shook her head. "Is that not what you were crying about?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Then what is the matter, Kise-san?"

It was silent for a while as she willed herself to calm down. Taking a deep intake of breath, and a brief exhale, she explained to him.

"Well... I was sad because... I don't want Kurokocchi to hate me, and Aomine called me that name..." Kise did not like being called a 'whore'. It only reminded her of the rumours that were always spread about her. It was another reason why she did not make many female friends outside of Kiseki. They were always envious of her. She could hear them talk about her from the back of the class. They spread rumours about Kise using her body to seduce the boys, about how she would do anything to become more popular, about how she got to become a model and a first-string player because she used her "assets". They were all very untrue. She only just recently received her first kiss, she had only just realized her first love, and her modeling career and placement on the team was pure luck and fortune she achieved through hard work. Their words hurt her severely and having Aomine, someone she thought of as a friend, call her that made her feel worse than necessary.

Kuroko got the hint and gently held her closer and patted her back. "It's alright. Aomine usually speaks before knowing the situation, you know that. She was in the heat of the moment and carelessly spoke without thought." So will you forgive her? The silent question lingered over Kise's head for a minute before she nodded, closing her eyes and allowing herself to drown in Kuroko's scent and warmth. It was nice having him hold her like this.

"And another thing."

"Hm?"

"I can never hate Kise-san."

Her face grew warm at his sudden confession. Even if it didn't seem to mean much, it meant the world to her. Her heart felt like it was swelling in her chest from his words. She leaned closer towards him and closed her eyes in pure bliss.

She asked him, "You know what will make me very happy, Kurokocchi?"

"Hm?"

"Call me 'Risa' from now on. I want to erase the way you said it earlier from my mind. So, please call me by my name more often from now on." It was only half the truth. She believed that, if she were to marry Kuroko, then calling her Kise would be pointless. It wouldn't be her surname anymore.

"Alright, Risa-san."

"Thank you, Kurokocchi." Her consciousness began to slip away as she grew tired from all the crying. Under her breath, silent for only her to hear before she slipped away into a blissful sleep in his arms, Kise murmured, "I really do love Kurokocchi."

NG (Omake):

Although the game continued, the atmosphere was tense and the crowd was still too shell-shocked to cheer. Akashi, Midorima, and Murasakibara were playing along with two other regulars.

Midorima made a shot, but it bounced off the backboard and into the net, as opposed to her usual perfect shots. Her mind was wandering. The other two Kiseki members noticed.

At their second time out, the point guard approached the shooting guard. "Your shots are off, Shino."

Said shooting guard pushed her glasses up, allowing a gleam to hide her eyes. "You know very well why..."

"It really is weird to see Kuro-chin so mad, scary~" Murasakibara trembled a bit at the memory and sat on the bench for a momentary break.

"I dunno, I think it's nice seeing a different side of him." Momoi added in his own input after discussing the new game plan with the other two regulars. "Makes me feel closer to him when I see a side of him I never knew existed." Momoi shrugged nonchalantly and looked at the statistics on Kuroko's clipboard. The three remaining Kiseki members looked at their manager-slash-temporary coach with perplexed expressions.

"Natsuki... Have you fallen... for Tetsuya...?" Akashi asked cautiously.

"Momo-chin is a homo~" Murasakibara teased, popping a piece of mint in her mouth.

"...I didn't know you swing that way, Momoi. Congrats." Although unhappy with the fact that Momoi became competitions, she honestly was happy for her manager for coming out. Under strange circumstances, however.

"Wait... What." Momoi slowly turned towards the trio as they discussed and questioned his sexuality.

"I'm not into it, and the idea of Tetsuya being with anyone angers me greatly. However, it is interesting to think about you two as an item." Akashi said, crossing her arms and looking up at Momoi with an unreadable expression. He stared blankly.

"What?" Momoi asked with an incredulous look.

"I second that thought." Midorima turned her back on them, but one could clearly see the red on her ears.

"Midorima... wait..." Momoi couldn't take it.

"Ohh~ Like that... um, what did Hiromi call it...? Yaoi! Yeah~ That'd be cute~"

"Oh oh! Are you talking about coach and manager together?" Number 16 of Teikou's girls' basketball team squealed at the mention of her OTP.

"Possibly." And more girls joined in on the conversation about the possibility of the two being together.

"..." Momoi felt his soul leave his body until the referee blew the whistle.

He felt uncomfortable looking at his team or Kuroko for the next week or so.