Summary: Kuroko hanging out with all the tough guys in his life.
Notes:
1. I added HaiKuro because... I could not help myself. I am so sorry. I probably butchered Haizaki's character, but I love HaiKuro.
2. I'm sorry this chapter is so long... I just could not shorten it anymore!
Okay, so why was this chapter so late? Well... I kept switching back and forth from writing SetoKuro smut, to not. I really wish I did not make Kuroko promise his virginity to Akashi. Now I'm telling myself to NOT write ImaKuro smut next chapter... These are the things an Everyone/Kuroko shipper has to deal with.
Word Count: 10,907 Words
"So, why can't Kuroko go on a date with that one guy you dislike?" Kagami asked after finishing his shadow's leftover steak (even if it is a buffet, he did not like to waste food). Hyuuga looked at the wild-looking, Seirin freshman, not sure how to tell them what happened. This was Kiyoshi's incident, and the Captain did not want to tread or say anything that would offend the Center player. Most of the second years seemed to be thinking the same way as Junpei.
"Why can't Kuroko-kun date Seto? As long as he has fun, there is nothing wrong with it." Kiyoshi answered as he patted his full stomach in content. Hyuuga growled but Riko was the first to tug harshly at Teppei's ear. "Ow! Riko, that hurts! My ear isn't meant to stretch that way…" The Uncrowned King whined but still understood why the young woman did it. The assistant coach let go, but sent a look of disbelief at the large man.
"It is okay for Kuroko-kun to date whoever he pleases, but he should know of some information about any potential partners that they might not open up. Seto is part of the team that injured Kiyoshi's knee last year during the Interhigh, Championship League. While he did not join the team until this year, and rarely uses their foul tactics, Seto is definitely not unaware of his team's tactics. We're both teams in Tokyo, so we'll eventually meet in a tournament, and I don't want you to be disappointed when you eventually see it." Coach Garcia said. She adjusted her ponytail before continuing. "Just be careful where this will take you Kuroko-kun. Love is always wonderful, but there is always a price to pay for anything good in life… but then again, usually bad things that happen to us balance out in the end. I would have never discovered the joys of teaching if I did not have my genetic, eye disorder. Also, Teppei still loves basketball and wants to be a coach someday, don't you?" Kiyoshi nodded.
Kuroko watched everything went to normal, but he needed to think about how serious his actions were. Should he emotionally invest in a relationship with someone that hurts others? While Akashi could be brash, he rarely did things to physically hurt people. But was psychological and mental damage lesser than physical pain? Kiyoshi may be unable to play High School basketball if he does not get his knee surgery, but the elder, Uncrowned King was not discouraged from the sport. In fact, the second year, Center player seemed to cherish and love the sport as much as he did before the incident, and only spoke of hatred or desires to leave the sport when he faced Murisakibara. Kuroko would never break up with the purple-haired giant because he had unintentionally caused great damage to a person's psychosis, but the tall, first year was a big child in heart and personality. But Seto however, has a mature personality and is extremely intelligent. He understood that he was inflicting pain, the possibility and the weight of his decisions, and could easily restrain himself from being this way to other people. Was it okay to attempt to love someone who intentionally hurt others for their pleasure? Kuroko looked around, noticing everyone was busy with their dinner or chatting with those still eating, so the shadow slipped out of the restaurant.
As soon as the transparent teen closed the door quietly behind him, Kuroko saw Haizaki leaning against the building staring at the ground appearing completely bored. While the other's angular, handsome face was the same, his hair was darker and styled into cornrows, and Shogo's height was even greater. Tetsuya wondered why the other, former Teiko Middle School student was here, so far away from his school and coincidentally standing next to the restaurant Seirin Dormitory was eating at.
"Hello Haizaki-kun," Kuroko greeted. The gray-haired teen glanced up, those intense, piercing eyes were wide with surprise and swiftly reverted back to their normal state. The muscular teen walked up to the phantom, his face unreadable with that usual smirk.
"Hey, I saw your match today Tetsuya." Haizaki admitted. "You did well." The invisible, sixth man was surprised. The move thief rarely gave others compliments. Kuroko replied with a smile, silently thanking Shogo for the kind words. "Do you have some time?" Shogo asked, looking at the basketball courts two streets away. "I know you usually don't eat much, so your teammates could still be busy for a while." The logic made sense, so the two crossed the streets to their new meeting place.
"Thank you for watching my match Haizaki-kun. I hope I did not interrupt any important for you today." Kuroko said once they were next to the courts. "It is honestly a big compliment that a skilled individual such as you was there."
"Still annoyingly modest," Haizaki mumbled. The Fukuda Sogo student noticed a small smear of sauce at the crease where the shadow's lips met. "And I haven't stopped stealing either." Haizaki said as he rubbed his thumb against the strain. Kuroko let the gray-haired teen transfer the sauce from his face to Haizaki's hand, and watched as the taller male brought the thumb up to his face, lapping at the savory liquid with his long, thick tongue. Tetsuya took a step back subconsciously, feeling a little uneasy at the way Shogo looked like he was about to devour the sky-blue man. "I want to tell you a secret Tetsuya…" Haizaki drawled out. "Sometimes you are a scary man." The gray-haired teen sneered and backed the shadow against the basketball court fence.
"Why would you say that?" It was a bit confusing considering the position they were in. Shogo was always the aggressor in their years of knowing each other. He never appeared to be afraid of the shadow.
"I'm going to tell you a secret." Haizaki grinned and bent forward until his lips were just centimeters from Kuroko's left ear. "The devil likes to make certain people's hearts hid bed. He likes to rough up the sheets, but never enough that you're completely torn like god does sometimes. No, afterwards, he leans his head back and makes you warm up to him; understand him until you see yourself in him. Then the devil leaves on occasion, and as you look around, you see the fear in everyone's eyes, the leers of disgust from your peers, and these accusations thrown towards you, and when presented with all this evidence, you accept this dirty, filthy bed and fucked up heart." Haizaki told in a low whisper. "Yet your persistent, good behavior towards my kind… towards me, it motivates me to reject this double-standard affair with the devil." The rough tongue trailed Kuroko's ear, making the smaller man shiver in a mix of delight and horror. "But don't be mistaken Tetsuya. I am still not ready to quit it yet; so for now, I'm going to keep stealing your kindness." Pearly-white teeth skimmed against the phantom of Seirin's ear teasingly until it clamped down to inflict pain and euphoria. Kuroko whimpered softly before forcefully grabbing Haizaki's uniform to steady himself.
"You can't chase a devil away with what he steals from you…" Kuroko gasped, feeling like he was becoming boneless under the stimulation. "You scare him away with what you give him." The ghostly teen tip-toed, slipped a pale, nimble hand behind Shogo's head, and force their lips to meet. The taller, small forward shuddered from the surprise kiss, unable to do much else but to allow the shadow to crush their lips together. Instinctively, the gray-haired boy wanted to wrap his arms around the aquamarine teen, shove their bodies closer, and have what he jealously saw Nijimura experienced that night by the river. Yet who was he, the devil's whore, to demand such a thing? Yet Kuroko was here, pulling him closer, giving him the same love, admiration, and desire that he gave his former Captain. Knowing though that he should respect his distance, Haizaki made his hands grip hard onto the metal fence, practically cutting his hands from the pressure he pressed into the unbending metal. But he needed to resist, even if it harms him because it means Kuroko will feel safe. Kuroko can work and smooth the tears in the fabric the devil rips apart. When Kuroko pulled away, he had a pleased smile on his face as he stared at Haizaki. "Thank you for your help today Haizaki-kun, I was wondering something and your timing was perfect." They stayed like that for a while, just staring into each other's eyes.
"Hey, get away from Kuroko creep!" Kagami yelled from across the street. Haizaki backed away with an annoyed glare sent directly at the loud, Seirin freshman. Kuroko stepped away from the fence, wanting to explain the situation to his friend. Once the duo-colored teen reached them, Kuroko explained that Haizaki was a student who also played basketball at his Middle School. Taiga turned to Shogo, and noticed his hands were extremely red. "So you weren't fighting? Then how come your hands are red?" Kagami questioned, returning the other's glare with one of his own. Haizaki's lips curled into a grin, one that Kuroko's roommate could easily recognize on all of the shadow's boyfriends or girlfriend after they kissed or cuddled. "Oh god Kuroko, how many names and faces am I going to have to remember to fake politeness to when I answer the door? You know that I am not good at this." When both tall, High School students turned to the shadow, Kuroko had moved from his spot and into the basketball court. The teal-haired boy was confronting five men that were bothering three, Middle School students playing. Just as they were about to throw Kuroko, Haizaki and Kagami stepped in.
"Why don't we make this three against five assholes?" The gray-haired teen growled as he cracked his knuckles. Kagami nodded at Haizaki's idea, not pleased that one of his best friends in school was being manhandled. Eager for new targets for their amusement, the five men agreed to a five-on-three match against the three freshmen. They dropped Kuroko carelessly onto the ground, almost causing the phantom, sixth man to fall by his unsteady feet had Shogo not dashed over and caught the pale teen. "Hey Tetsuya, are you alright?" Kuroko nodded, but still appeared miffed by the rough treatment. "Hey, can one of you do the tip off?" Haizaki called out, unintentionally sounding intimidating.
"Haizaki-kun, you and Kagami-kun do not have to-"
"Baka, shut up! We're playing." Kagami interrupted. "I have a pretty good jump and offense. What about you Haizaki?"
"Ever played that annoying guy Kise Ryouta?"
"So you're pretty good?" Kagami asked.
"Yes, Haizaki-kun is exceptionally skilled at basketball." The phantom added.
"You need to stop puffing up your boyfriends' egos; it is only going to hurt them more when we beat them." Kagami noted.
"You just try…" Haizaki growled.
The ball was tossed into the air and Kagami easily retrieved the ball. The bothersome gang from another school was amazed by the Seirin ace's ability to almost fly into the air. Not wanting to underestimate the duo-colored man, three men screened from all sides. Not wanting to go through the hassle of driving through all of them, the light tossed the orange sphere behind him, trusting the shadow and Kuroko's love interest to make a successful play. Tetsuya immediately curved a smooth pass to Shogo's waiting hands, who drove the ball with fierce power and force. Haizaki was like a boxer with the way he moved. Quick, sudden, and when he finally went in for the blow, everyone was hit with the magnitude of the act, jaws dropped in awe. Taiga abruptly shut his gaping mouth to form into a smirk. As of now, this new guy was even stronger than Kise, the previous, strongest opponent the Seirin, power forward faced.
Meijo Academy's students were shocked. Were these guys in High School like them? Regrouping after the swift attack, they settled for a 2-2-1 man defense on Haizaki, Taiga, and Kuroko. Yet all these efforts seemed to be in vain, because all three boys' agility was on a different level than their own. For ten minutes straight, the three, colorful teenagers seemed to be running circles around Meijo Academy's varsity team. Haizaki and Kagami were harshly dunking the ball, sometimes the gray-haired teen would switch it up with an elegant, graceful, three-pointer, and the shadow of Seirin was hardly ever seen no matter how hard they tried to track him. Kuroko would only flash into their vision when he was stealing or passing the ball, swiftly sending it into the hands of either of his waiting teammates to score. If only they could score a single point or deflect a shot to stop the bleeding, agonizing defeat, but no matter what, by the time the team of three had worked up a light sweat in twenty minutes, the opposing, varsity team was either slumped or hunched over, panting, dripping wet from sweat, and clutching their chests due to the wound on their pride. The bullied, Middle School students watched everything, too stunned to voice their thoughts. Who were these guys? Was this level not reserved for professionals?
"Huh, you're okay in my opinion Haizaki!" Kagami beamed; his cellphone ready to exchange numbers. "Let's play again!" Haizaki was a little surprised by the attention, but it was certainly welcomed after Akashi's dismissal of him earlier. The two exchanged numbers, and turned to the reckless shadow that got them into this impromptu match. "And you idiot, what were you thinking? Did you think you could take on those guys by yourself?" Kuroko shook his head.
"Of course not, look at these guns." The transparent man said while flexing his muscles. Shogo merrily laughed while Kagami growled in annoyance.
"You don't have any!" The Seirin ace yelled.
"Precisely, I would not have stood a chance." Tetsuya shrugged and put his arm down.
"Then why did you confront them?" His roommate asked. Kuroko tilted his head towards Haizaki and gave a knowing look, confusing the gray-haired teen.
"Because devils cannot be thrust out unless you put effort." Kagami gave a look of disbelief, but just sighed in response. There he goes with the metaphors again. "By the way Haizaki-kun, I am sorry about earlier. I knew that you did not want a relationship and yet I-"
"Tetsuya, are you really going to apologize for that? Don't. Like I said, I'm thinking about ending it." Haizaki said, his eyes flashed with intense desire. "See you later Tetsuya," It felt good to play with you again was the former Teiko Middle School students' thoughts. The troublesome, gray-haired teen waved good bye and walked in the direction of the nearest bus stop. Kuroko wished the other could let go of his jealousy and envy for Kise, but at the same time, he understood. While he was acknowledged as being the trump card of the group of talented players that were the Generation of Miracles, but playing took everything he had and there was certainly a level of jealousy that was always present when the shadow wished to be light. While Haizaki was a light that was supposedly too dim to compete with the five by Akashi's knowledge, he was the only one that perhaps understood the magnitude of that pressure because he was so talented and almost was considered a miracle.
"So… you guys are dating or what?" Kagami asked, confused by the exchange of words. Kuroko shook his head. Perhaps later when Haizaki felt he was ready, but at least the move thief always knows that shadows will welcome him with open arms and love. Unfortunately for the invisible man, that was not what he received when he and Kagami ran back to the others.
"Kuroko-kun, where did you disappear to?" Riko shouted. Before anyone else could scold the phantom of their team, the young, Japanese woman pushed the cyan-blue boy onto the ground and used her infamous, Boston Crab hold. Knowing that there was not anything that they could do that was worse than that, everyone walked around them to the subway station nearby. Kagami gave a look of pity but followed everyone after that.
"Kagami-kun… save me…"
The next day, most of the Kirisaki Daiichi regulars were taking a rest from practice due to Second String's practice match with Meijo Academy. Seto could not fall asleep because the regulars of the rival team were so loud and futilely trying so hard. The borderline genius could not ignore such pathetic, crass people… they were just so sad and tragic, like a train wreck where the conductor had gone insane, and was still trying to step on the breaks to stop it. It was okay; since they were having a practice match, that meant today was Tuesday, and Kentarou had his date with Kuroko to look forward to. The sleepy man heard an annoyed growl from Hara, apparently he was trying to drown out the sound of sneaker squeaks, yelled out orders, and referee whistling with his music. Furuhashi even had a small sneer on his face while doing his homework, attempting to do his homework to be somewhat productive if they were not going to practice. The only two people that seemed to not be bothered by the pointless game and noise, was Yamazaki and Hanamiya. They seemed to be arguing about something.
"No way Hanamiya, they can't possibly be this weak! This is probably their Second String to allow their actual regulars to rest. Why else would they be losing this badly, but stubbornly trying this hard?" Hiroshi stated, trying to prove his side to be correct in the argument. Hanamiya sighed and tsk-ed at the naïve, shooting guard. The Captain and Coach pulled out a file from his school bag, which was a collection of documents that was information on Meijo Academy's top ten best players. Seto reviewed them earlier and Hanamiya was right. These guys were just not very good.
"Do not be surprised by human beings' mediocrity." Makoto dismissed as he relaxed on the bleachers. Yamazaki read through the notes and winced. The orange-haired teen hated that Hanamiya was always right. Even Meijo Academy's coach seemed bored by the game, and told Hanamiya to tell his players that he would wait for them on the bus. Hanamiya nodded with a perfect, polite smile, and made sure to keep it on his face until the elder man left.
"Come on!" The Captain of Meijo yelled. "Do you not remember yesterday? We're not going to lose like that?" They played yesterday? Seto thought that both of their teams were not playing an official match until tomorrow. "Just imagine you're facing that invisible brat! We'll beat him and this team to a pulp!" He bad-talked to rile up his team, they were down by over twenty points. All of the regulars became alert when they heard the man say "invisible brat." Did he just threaten to beat Kuroko Tetsuya? The boy they all had a crush on? Even if it was metaphorically, Kirisaki Daiichi's varsity, basketball team would not let unworthy people speak that way of the adorable, ghostly boy. They watched the match with more interest now. Seto ran hair gel into his hair to place into its perfect state, Hara blew bubbles that progressively got bigger as he thought who he would beat up first, and Koujirou's face was blank of emotion and hard as iron. Yamazaki was cracking his joints, and Hanamiya was analyzing where would be the best spots to attack so they would feel the most fear and pain when they encountered the Seirin freshman next time.
The fourth quarter finally ended with a score of 96-67 in Kirisaki Daiichi High School's favor. They bowed to their opponents and when Meijo Academy's heads were down, Hanamiya waved for the referee and the Second String team to leave at once. They knew when the Captain had that expression to leave as swiftly and quietly as possible to not piss off the sadistic, point guard any more than he already was. The five regulars stood in their teammates place, facing their given marks as if this was a basketball game. When the Meijo varsity team looked up and saw unfamiliar faces, they glanced around the room in confusion. Where was everyone else?
"You know, our team has a bad reputation but we're actually old-fashioned and gentlemanly." Hanamiya stated with a wicked smile on his face. For an average-sized player, the point guard could appear quiet menacing.
"So, what did the invisible brat that you want to beat to a pulp look like?" Yamazaki smirked.
"Light blue hair, pale, kind of short, and he is pretty cute, right?" Hara asked with a devious smile.
"He also doesn't attempt to make any shots, but can pass and steal with great speed." Furuhashi added. The regulars nodded nervously. What was going on?
"As a gentleman, I just can't sit there and be quiet when someone threatens my date. Even if Kuroko isn't here to hear it, it would not be right of me to just let you slip by without a word." Seto said before licking his lips. Oh fuck…
Kuroko was a little worried when the bus was running late. He did not want to be late for his date with Seto; the shadow knew from experience how awkward it could feel, standing there in front of an establishment waiting for someone. Sadly, according to the shadow of Seirin's watch, he was already five minutes late as soon as he stepped off the bus. He ran as swiftly as possible through the crowd, shifting through the people as quietly for he knew that they would not notice him brushing past and against them (most would excuse it as just the wind). Tetsuya saw Kentarou leaning against restaurant's window display, glancing around to make sure his date had not already arrived without the Kirisaki Daiichi, second year not noticing his presence. Kuroko smiled; the elder, dark-haired teen looked especially handsome in his school's uniform and his gold skin glowing under the light of day.
"I hope you were not waiting long Seto-san." Kuroko greeted. The Center player gave a pleased smile to the smaller teen and shook his head. It was not a lie; he almost missed his bus because he was busying beating up those punks from Meijo Academy to remember the time or glance at the clock. While they were a mess by the time he was finished, Seto was not able to make the other kid bleed as much as he would have liked. Kentarou sadly would just have to be satisfied by the bruises and swelling in the other's mouth from the brutal punches and kicks he dealt. "Seto-san, what is that stain on your hand? Did you hurt yourself? Is that blood?" Kentarou glanced at his left hand and noticed a small drop of blood that was indeed on him. Not wanting to cause panic or alert his date of what just recently happened, Seto grabbed the handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped the stain away gently and calmly.
"So, this is probably something I got during lunch time." The taller man dismissed. It still pleased the borderline genius that the younger, Teiko Academy student was so concerned about him.
"Oh, that is good. I hope you don't mind that I am quite thirsty after practice. I have a new practice regimen to increase my stamina." The transparent teen said, wanting to get a hot chocolate as soon as possible. Not one to wait for sweets either, Seto nodded and opened the door for his date. They were quickly able to get a booth in the back for privacy, and sat next to each other to be able to hold hands. "Your hand is very warm." Kuroko commented with a small smile, and rubbed his small thumb over Seto's larder one. The Center player grinned and leaned closer to the small forward.
"Is there something wrong with that?" Kentarou asked once their foreheads were pressed against each other.
"No, I like it actually." Before they could kiss, the waiter came back with their hot chocolate and desserts.
"So Kuroko, what does your new regimen have you do?" The Kirisaki Daiichi student asked.
"Most of it involves running more laps and practicing with weights under my wristbands." Kuroko answered. The conversation was always constant and smooth. They were moving through topics such as school, basketball, and even more personal topics such as their unusual, family life. Seto was the youngest sibling of his family, and his eldest sibling (his only sister) was already married and had two, twin boys that were three-years-old. Kuroko liked the love and adoration in the elder teen's eyes as he talked about his nephews. It was rare to see a teenager (especially a male) that appreciated children as much as the phantom did. Honestly, Kuroko could listen to Seto recount the tales of his adventures of babysitting the rambunctious twins that equally adored their young uncle in return. Teach the hyperactive children how to play sports, playing video games, watching various movies, and of course, hectic bath time where somehow half of the water sloshed out of the tub and all over the bathroom, causing both teens to laugh. Seto was grateful that Kuroko enjoyed children as well. Every time he told these stories, most people thought he was creepy to be a teenager that liked kids.
The shadow added his own experiences of helping his grandmother on weekends with her daycare. How amusing it was to see their bright, toothy-smiles when he performed a sly, magic trick, chasing after the elusive, trouble makers (the ones that everyone knew their names by heart) to take his or her nap, and playing a variety of games outside in their backyard, almost everything about the young ones made Tetsuya smile. They were so busy talking that they did not notice that both of them were scooting closer until their hip bones were touching.
"But honestly, the children at my grandmother's daycare have greatly benefitted my life. I know what I want to do after High School now, and they even influenced the way I play basketball." The shadow said.
"Oh really, how so?" Seto asked, genuinely curious.
"When I realized how well misdirection worked on performing magic tricks for them, it made me think about utilizing that in my style. I am not physically blessed, so I needed to find a way around that." When they were finally so close that Kuroko's head rested more against the larger man's shoulder than the leather bench, they turned to each other. Dark violet stared at milky-blue, and vice versa. Without a water to interrupt them, the two men tilted their heads and kissed. Kentarou's full, sensuous lips were practically lava to the ghostly teen, sending a rush of heat through his body. So hot, intense, and consuming, that the apparition-like teen had to lean his whole body against the dark-haired teen's solid frame. Seto did not mind. It felt good feeling the slimmer male press up against his body. The Center player had to fight back the urge to pull Tetsuya's lean, flexible body on top of his, especially when those slender hips moved on their own, grinding slightly against his. Instead, the muscular male settled for squeezing the petite freshman's hand, content with making the sensitive, Teiko Academy student shiver when his thumb brushed over the knuckles. When they parted, both had a tint of disappointment in their eyes. "Seto-san, may I have another?" He asked so sweetly. Unable to resist, they kissed again; it felt just as good as the first.
They continued until they both had lost track of how many they exchanged. It felt weird to not feel the pressure of the other teen's lips against their own, nerves set on fire from the passion. Kuroko did not even know when he firmly gripped the elder man's tie or Seto had a large hand on the nape of the transparent player's neck, but those simple touches were sending blazing heat to their groins. They sat in the booth, sliding further away to try to calm themselves down. Seto fixed his hair that got gently tussled by the kissing, and Kuroko unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt to cool down.
"You know, after that, we probably would not feel cold going on a walk outside." The borderline genius commented, feeling the light amount of sweat making his clothes stick to his body. The shadow nodded. Seto paid for the bill, not caring to wait for the change as he grabbed his flushed date's hand, and led them outside. Seeing the dark clouds in the sky, the Kirisaki Daiichi student knew that it would be bad to go to the park or an open area in case it rained. The duo settled for strolling through the sidewalks now that they were less populated due to the questionable weather looming over their heads. Both Tokyo natives were content to walk an even pace in silence, just enjoying the peace and holding hands. Kuroko was surprised that Seto instantly walked slowly enough for his smaller stride to keep up, but remembered the second year was rather lazy. They were opposites in almost every way physically, yet they strangely had a lot in common, and a great amount of chemistry (especially for a first date).
"Seto-san, it looks like it is about to rain." Kuroko said holding out his hand with two droplets pooled in his palm.
"Ah, we should find some shelter." The dark-haired man said scouted for a building to take cover in. There was a familiar business that was close by; an American-based business (that recently went International) called Metro Naps, a place in the business district that allowed CEOs, and other business people to come in to nap during their lunch break. Seto would occasionally stop by there for an hour before visiting his father at his work (the man was General Chief of Staff of a hospital) and delivering the prepared meal his mother made for her spouse. They entered the establishment just as the rain was steadily falling. The receptionist that was familiar with the Kirisaki Daiichi student greeted him warmly and asked if he wanted the usual amount of time for a nap. Seto nodded, pulled out the needed amount, and asked for an hour nap for two people.
"Huh, why two people?" She wondered. The young woman looked around and froze for a split second when she noticed the sky-blue teen. "Oh my goodness, I am so sorry! Yes, two people…" She wrote down. The receptionist led them into the back where the beds were, giving them one of the king-sized ones so they had enough space between the two of them. "Please remember to take off your shoes, and keep on enough clothes that in case of an emergency, you can evacuate immediately. I will wake you up an hour from now, and I hope you enjoy your nap." As soon as the woman left to go back to her desk, Seto slipped his shoes off, undid his tie, and removed his jacket to get comfortable. Kuroko took off his shoes as asked, and disrobed himself of his own jacket, following the elder's actions.
"What better way to pass through the storm than by napping?" The Center player reasoned to the shadow. It made sense. Plus, it was comfortable to sleep next to each other. They slipped under the covers, crawling to the middle of the large mattress. Kentarou rested on his back, his left arm stretched out to rest under Tetsuya's neck. The pale teen rested his head against the Center player's arm, laying on his side so he could snuggle against the taller man. The shadow wrapped an arm and leg lazily around the other man, almost falling asleep right then. Seto used his other arm to pull the blankets over them, smiling down at Kuroko's peaceful form before he entered into slumber as well. It was blissful to be in each other's arms, knowing another person was there to comfort them. Hopefully there would be more moments like this in the future.
Fifty minutes into the schedules, nap time, Kuroko's eyes fluttered open and he instantly noticed how warm it was. He shirted carefully so as not to wake up his still sleeping date. The phantom, sixth man sat up without making the bed creek, straddling the elder man's hips, and looked down at the elder teen. His dark- ebony hair was splayed all over the pillow and his usually exposed forehead, but the signature, beauty mark was still visible. Kentarou's mouth was parted, and cute snores escaped the gaping mouth. For such a tall, intimidating man, Seto was surprisingly adorable when he slept. Unable to resist, Kuroko leaned down, chest-to-chest with the elder man, and pressed his thin, pale lips against the sleeping beauty. The ghostly boy did not fight (unlike last time) when the Center player snaked his strong arms around his cinched waist, lowing the way those hands clutched the dip of his back. Seto boldly ran his tongue against the other's bottom lip, Kuroko questioned if it was okay to open-mouth kiss on a first date, but when the powerful body subconsciously jolted up and caused their groans to touch, the shadow stopped thinking and groaned wantonly for more. As they tasted each other, enjoying the lingering sweets still on their tongues, Kuroko rolled his hips against Seto's, backing up his firm behind against the other's growing arousal while gliding his own, clothed erection against the man underneath him. Those two buttons that were still undone allowed Kentarou to sneak a heat-filled hand to sink in, accessing Tetsuya's neck.
Seto's skilled tongue forced Kuroko's into submission, causing the slim teen to mew in pleasure. They slid their bodies against each other, mimicking the motions of sex. Kuroko had to pull away to breathe, but was constantly moaning from the friction. The Kirisaki Daiichi student was encouraged by the younger one's groans and whimpers, and moved both of his hands onto Kuroko's circling hips. His rough hands pulled the first year down harder while thrusting his hips upwards. The transparent teen gasped right into the Center player's ear, a deliriously wonderful sound that compelled Seto to do it again. Flushed face, a glow of sweat, and heated moans were making Seto away of the situation they were getting themselves into, and the elder immediately halted his and Kuroko's movements.
"I think I should take you back to your dorm, unless you're absolutely ready for this." Kentarou hesitantly said. Tetsuya sighed and buried his head against the taller man's neck. It was getting harder to keep his promise to Akashi.
"I am not ready. Thank you, Seto-san," The invisible man said as he swung himself off the dark-haired teen. Both sat up, willing their desires away before the receptionist came back to alert them their time was up. They did not hold hands as the Kirisaki Daiichi student escorted the Teiko Academy freshman back to his school. They would send concerned glances, but as soon as the other noticed they would turn away. "This is no one's fault Seto-san. We are both teenagers, who are very attracted to each other, and sometimes things happen." Kuroko said in order to break the awkward tension. Kentarou sighed.
"Yes, I am aware of that. Let us agree to activities though that will prevent such things happening prematurely." The genius decided. The transparent teen nodded, and grabbed Seto's hand to show that he trusted the older man still. They shared a quick kiss when they said good bye to each other. Kuroko walked into the open room and greeted his teammates, all of them shocked by his sudden appearance and because he was on time for his curfew.
"So, did you have fun?" Koganei asked. Kuroko nodded.
"Perhaps a little too much fun…" The shadow mumbled but everyone heard it. The phantom left before anyone could ask anymore, leaving them to wonder to themselves what he meant.
"Should we ask?" Kiyoshi wondered, concerned about their team member. Hyuuga shrugged.
"I'm sure he'll tell us when he's ready. Let us not push him tonight. We have a game tomorrow." The Captain said, but his brows were still scrunched in distress.
The next day, Kirisaki Daiichi played their first, official match, and Seto seemed more into it than his usual, lazy self. Everyone on the team noticed; did something happen on his date with Kuroko yesterday? Did it not go well?
"So man, how was yesterday?" Hara asked once their match was over. Everyone else stared at the Center player, silently demanding an answer. Kentarou sighed; he did not look pleased with himself. So it did not go well?
"I had a good time." The borderline genius said.
"So what's wrong with you?" Yamazaki asked bluntly while putting on his varsity jacket.
"It went too well. I almost had sex with the guy on our first date." Seto admitted, knowing they (most likely through Hanamiya's deductive reasoning or Hara's curiosity) would find out soon. Everyone eyes bulged and they continued to stare uncomfortably at the Center player of their team. "We went to my favorite place to take a nap, that place by my dad's hospital." Kentarou started to explain. "We wanted to sleep through the storm, so we slept next to each other. He must have woken up before me, because I woke up to him kissing me. I guess being in a bed with him sitting on my hips, caused us to listen to our hormones…" Hara gave a loud "Ooooh!" in approval, making Seto blush. "But we still had our clothes on and I was able to stop before anything serious happened. While he doesn't blame me, I still can't help but feel like I fucked up." Kazuya could only think of how he would not stop himself if he were in the sleepy man's position. "So yeah, I was a big, horny idiot, and I'm probably not going to be able to see Kuroko any time soon." The Center player heard his cellphone vibrate. It was a message from Kuroko. He read it to himself and smiled. Wondering what it said, Hara stole the device and read it. Kentarou tried to retrieve it back but the lavender-haired boy was too quick.
"Aw! 'Seto-san, Seirin won today 118-51 but I was not allowed to play. Hope you did well during your match. I wish I could kiss you right now, you're very good at it.' Hahaha, cutie is kind of blunt! Aw… now I want a date with him too. If he's impressed by your skills then he'll definitely love what I can give to him." Hara gushed as he read it out loud. The power forward typed something quickly and hit the send button before he tossed the cellphone back to his embarrassed teammate. Seto punched him in the arm as revenge, but the bubblegum teen just laughed it off.
Meanwhile, the shadow was sitting restlessly in his bed. He was studying since he was excused from class due to basketball, even though the team did not allow him to play in order to preserve his strength. Kuroko's knees kept twitching in excitement and desire. He wanted to play, but there were orders from the highest authority of Seirin Dormitory (Coach Alexandra Garcia) that told him he could not even practice today, even if the basketball that lay under Kagami's bed was tempting. The shadow looked at his sleeping light, who always crashed after a game due to his inability to sleep the night before. Sometimes the sky-blue teen worried about the Seirin ace (and not just because of his poor sleeping habits). Taiga was similar to the Generation of Miracles during their Teiko Middle School days of development. As the duo-colored teen refined his talent though, would he become like them? Tired of the sport they loved, wallowing in the ether of narcissism, and encourage others to not follow their interest in the game? Kuroko hoped his new, best friend would not go down that road, but no one knew the future. Tetsuya was snapped out of his thoughts when he received a text message. It said that it was from Seto Kentarou, so the apparition-like man unlocked his phone to view the message.
"… this does not seem like something Seto-san would write… 'Cutie, wanna g2 the movies this weekend?' Did someone use Seto-san's phone and accidentally sent this to me?" Kuroko asked to himself. A minute later, another message came from Kirisaki Daiichi's Center. "Oh… okay, this makes sense. 'Sorry, Hara took my phone. He wants to go out with you.' But I've never met Hara-san…" It did not seem appropriate that he would go on a date with someone he never met. While he was someone that knew Seto, Kuroko knew to be cautious. He texted an offer to Hara, and gave up trying to study. The aquamarine teen looked at the time, and realized Kaijou should be getting back from their game soon. Kuroko decided that it would be nice to visit Kasamatsu, barely seeing the senior except during lunch time.
Seto was surprised during their lunch at First Kitchen, that he received a text from Kuroko. Did the younger man want to hang out today? The Center player read the message and cocked his eyebrow at the suggestion. The younger boy was too kind sometimes.
"Hey Hara, Kuroko would not mind meeting you if you decide to get to know him with Hanamiya on Thursday." Kentarou said. Kazuya turned to Makoto and sweetly pouted like a child, begging to tag along.
"Go ahead, it's not a date. I just want to make sure the annoying brat isn't going to guilt Seto into giving up on playing rough." Hanamiya huffed, even though he liked the idea of being alone with the angelic boy.
"Then I will come along as well." Furuhashi butted in.
"Why not? I'm not busy." Yamazaki said, agreeing to come along. Hanamiya growled but kept silent. Damn his teammates and his pride from getting in the way of his desires…
Kasamatsu was surprised that there was a knock on his door. Most people were either cheering for Shuutoku Dormitory and their afternoon match, or still in class. Yukio opened the door and looked around.
"I'm here Kasamatsu-san." A familiar voice called out. The spiky-haired, third year jumped slightly but was slowly getting used to his boyfriend's weak presence. "You won by a great margin according to the scoreboard. I'm glad that you played well," Tetsuya congratulated the elder man. Kasamatsu nodded and smiled. The dark-haired teen moved out of the way and kept the door open, allowing Kuroko to enter his dorm room. It was similar to the way the shadow of Seirin kept his half of the room, except that there were more pictures of Kasamatsu's friends, family, and past teammates that already graduated. There was also an electric and acoustic guitars in the corner, both instruments displayed on a stand and kept in great condition. Kasamatsu took his slippers off and walked to the bed. He sat down and patted on the spot next to him, gesturing for the ghostly teen to sit with him.
"Why are you here? Surely it was not just to say you were glad that we won." Yukio said as he turned to wrap an arm around the younger one, pulling both of them down onto the bed. Kuroko smiled down at the heavy arm around his waist. Even when he was resting, the Captain of Kaijou was still pushing his body to the limits by wearing weights on his wrists.
"I just wanted to see you again Yukio-san." Kasamatsu's cheeks turned pink, but thankfully the elder man could still speak. The dark-haired teen's shyness was adorable to the Seirin Dormitory freshman. "I like seeing you blush. You look cute that way." Tetsuya said almost deviously, knowing that the honest confession would make Yukio blush a dark red, resembling a cherry.
"Honestly, those blunt statements might get you in trouble in the future…" Kasamatsu mumbled into the pillow so Kuroko could not hear. The trouble the spiky-haired man was predicting was the eventual, hard moment where he would graduate High School and how that would drastically reduce their time together.
"What was that?" The shorter male asked.
"Nothing… oh, do you want me to teach you how to play guitar? Maybe that will put you in the mood to study." The usually blank-face scrunched with amazement. How did Yukio know that he was supposed to be going over his lessons? "I knew you had some other motive!" The dark-haired man teased. Oh well, he would enjoy this time with his boyfriend while he could, and any problems down the road could be handled later.
Thursday afternoon was a strange practice for Kirisaki Daiichi. It was strange because it was pleasant and merciful. While many people would think in a High School of the wealthy, would have activities meant to appease the rich brats that were spoiled all of their lives, but with Hanamiya's addition to the basketball team shattered that expectation. Then this year, when the Coach quit because he would not handle the bad boy of basketball and the Uncrowned King reigned untested, unchallenged, and free to do so as he pleased, meaning basketball practice became a military camp to those that were not lucky enough to become regulars. The sadistic, High School teen had a philosophy of Birds of a feather flock together and since he did not want to be associated with weaklings. Hanamiya made sure that everyone was in perfect form and tournament ready through harsh work outs, diet management, and punishments. Yet today was different. It was the combination of fewer laps, insults, and those compliments that were rare seemed to fill the almost relaxing air. Was this really their Captain and Coach? Even the regulars were not as playfully cruel as usual. Hara was not trying to stick gum on the poor, Third String members that would pass out, Yamazaki was not barking horrible insults at them, and Furuhashi did not throw deadly, condescending looks of disgust (Seto rarely bothered anyone because he would usually sleep if he was not needed).
The reserved players grew too curious though when their Captain called practice off early. What was going on? They saw the regulars and the Uncrowned King dashed to the locker room to take a shower, so everyone agreed Second String would spy on the elite players of their school, while Third String put the basketballs away. The teens entered the changing facility and stayed by their lockers so as not to draw the devious boys' attention. They were discussing something while showering. It is not an uncommon thing to do, but it was the topic that was weird.
"So he likes vanilla?" Furuhashi asked Seto.
"Yeah, he acquired a taste for it since that is the most popular flavor for the kids at his grandmother's daycare." Seto clarified.
"Why aren't you joining us Seto?" Koujirou asked.
"Have to babysit the twins so my sister can have a date night in peace."
"What else does Kuroko like?" Hiroshi wondered.
"Usual stuff really… basketball, movies, collecting cards, reading mystery novels, doing magic tricks, I think Kuroko likes a lot of things." Kentarou listed off.
"By the way, where are we taking him on our group date Hanamiya?" Hara asked after the water pressure popped his bubble. They were going on a large, group date? But why did they sound like they were only going out with one other person? Those questions soon blanked out of their minds when they heard the regulars heartily laugh at the demonic Captain.
"Aw, Mako-chan is blushing!" The lavender-haired boy cooed mockingly.
"Shut up baka! Don't call me Mako-chan, and I am not blushing! The water is just warm…" The image of Hanamiya blushing sent horrible shivers down the Second String members' spines. "And since the idiot likes basketball, I thought he'd like to watch the Seiho vs. Kitawada game today. They have an evening match at six."
"Aw, Mako-chan wants Kuroko to enjoy our date with him today."
"Hara, if you call me that again, I swear to god-"
"We'll have to hurry if we want to make it in time for the bus." Furuhashi noted. The regulars of Kirisaki Daiichi's basketball team except Seto all hurried up and got dressed into casual clothes. So even they could be like regular, High School boys, and get excited for a date. But who was scary enough to captivate their hearts? Was it some demonic entity from hell? Knowing it was better to keep to themselves, they all remained quiet, got dressed, and rushed home.
Kuroko was walking to the bus stop after practice, wearing comfortable clothes for his outing. He wore his usual white, T-shit, and black, knee-length shorts, but decided to humor his boyfriend Takao by wearing the Shuutoku, varsity jacket that the point guard gifted to him over a week ago. Takao pretended to lose the jacket he gave to Kuroko in order to make it happen. Unfortunately, this caused his non-Shuutoku Dormitory boyfriends to desire to see the phantom in their varsity clothes as well, and Tetsuya having to promise to wear them if he was cheering for them in a match (the only exception being that when his dorm or two different dorms that were pitted against each other). At least some good came out of the usual garment. Takao squealed in delight and gave the shadow a wonderful kiss, but it was Midorima's faint blush and look of appreciation that elated the quiet boy. Kuroko never realized how much everyone missed being on his team. He missed them as well, but he was still thankful to have made his new friends at Seirin Dormitory.
As Kuroko arrived at the bus stop, Hanamiya and three young men exited the bus, a boy with lavender-hair that covered his eyes, a brunette with eyes that resembled a dead fish, and an orange-haired boy that had narrow eyes. The phantom, sixth man was prepared for two companions, Seto's Captain and teammate, but who were the two extra people? Other teammates that were curious about Seto's date with him? They looked around for the transparent teen, only for Makoto to accidentally walk into the shorter boy. The bad boy of basketball held back a scream of surprise, but could not stop his eyebrows for twitching. The other three regulars yelped in surprise; how could they have not seen the pale boy? When the invisible teen greeted all of them, Hanamiya noticed the orange, varsity jacket that looked very different compared to the one they saw him wearing against Shinkyo.
"What's with the jacket? Did Seirin change their dormitory colors?" The point guard asked. Kuroko adjusted the large garment that was more fitted for Takao's larger body, before responding.
"My boyfriend Takao-kun gave me his spare, Shuutoku varsity jacket. He wants me to wear it when I cheer for him at his games." Hara's mind was flooded with the sexy images of Kuroko sitting on his bed, legs flirtatiously crossed, and wearing nothing but Kazuya's varsity jacket to give him some remote modesty. Kazuya shook his head; he had to at least make one good impression on the cute boy before entertaining such thoughts. "Excuse me for asking this, but the only one that I am familiar with is Hanamiya-san. Would you mind if I knew who all of you are?" Kuroko politely asked to Kirisaki Daiichi's power forward, small forward, and shooting guard.
"Sure cutie, I'm Hara Kazuya!" The bubblegum teen said and swung a friendly arm around Kuroko's shoulders. "By the way, I think I figured out the secret to your misdirection technique. So don't be surprised if it doesn't work against me." Hara bragged.
"I would be in big trouble if you would figure it out so easily, Hara-san." The shadow said with a small smile, silently challenging the power forward to do as he implied. Yamazaki flung Hara's arm away from the petite boy, and replaced it with his own. The power forward flared at the shooting guard (not that Hiroshi could see it, but he could sense it) but held his tongue so he did not upset the Seirin freshman.
"That idiot doesn't know what he's talking about, so just ignore him. I'm Yamazaki Hiroshi, the shooting guard of the team." The orange-haired teen said a little too loudly, due to him being nervous when addressing the angelic looking boy. Koujirou noticed Tetsuya's wince of discomfort from Hiroshi's volume and harsh, possessive hold, so he just stood in front of the sky-blue man and extended a hand for Kuroko to shake.
"Furuhashi Koujirou, and I'm also part of the basketball team." The small forward of Kirisaki Daiichi said. When they shook hands, Furuhashi was surprised the surface of the shadow's palm was rough and had plenty of thick, scar tissue from calluses and blisters. It was unexpected for the petite, delicate-looking teen, but given his special abilities in passing and stealing, the strain must do some damage to the younger player's hands.
"It is nice to meet all of you." Kuroko paused to button up the jacket now that the sun was setting, causing him to feel cold. "Seto-san is lucky to have concerned teammates like all of you. You are all here, joining Hanamiya-san on our outing to make sure that Seto-san was seeing someone you would approve of. You must all be great friends." What was with this kid? Was he human? Sure, they were bad boys, and they liked being hateful bastards, but with Kuroko around them and complimenting them, all of them felt like they were going to melt from the sweetness of it all.
"Well… if Seto saw you right now, he'd probably want you to wear our Kirisaki Daiichi jackets as well on your dates. I can get you one by next Friday if you want." Hanamiya slyly said, hoping Kuroko would take the bait and request their varsity jacket. Tetsuya's smile dissipated and he sighed.
"I do not think Seto-san would want another date with me anytime soon. He was pretty upset with me at the end of our date." The Captain rolled his eyes. Seto and Kuroko were such idiots.
"Baka, he wants to go on another date. He actually respects you." Makoto said on behalf of his Center player. "Now come on, the bus is coming. We're watching Seiho and Kitawada play." Kuroko perked up.
"I heard Seiho is one of the Kings of Tokyo in terms of basketball." The conversation all the way to the stadium was pleasant after that. Hara and Yamazaki did most of the talking, with Hanamiya, Furuhashi, and Kuroko adding their thoughts once in a while. It surprised the ghostly teen when Kazuya presented his theory as to how Kuroko's misdirection worked, utilizing his short stature and diagonal movements to not appear visible to everyone because the human eye had problems accurately processing that kind of movement. It was wrong, and while a magician never revealed his secrets, Tetsuya had to admit that he enjoyed the elder's analysis and intelligence that accompanied his playful side. Yamazaki was pretty similar to Kagami; he was kind of loud, blunt, and overpowering, but never did it on purpose to annoy people (except perhaps Hara). As for Koujirou and Hanamiya, both were harder to read despite Kuroko's observation skills. At times they seemed similar to the phantom, mostly staying silent and gathering information, but the main difference was their confidence. Furuhashi always had a slight hesitation in comparison to Hanamiya's fluid words and motions.
They arrived a couple minutes before the match started, allowing them to find seats right next to each other (before it got too crowded). Both teams were still warming up, but even then, the shadow of Seirin found Seiho to be an unusual team. Kitawada appeared determined, but they seemed average.
"Urgh, I forgot that Tsugawa guy goes to Seiho High School… he is annoying." Hiroshi commented.
"What do you mean Yamazaki-san?" He knew that High School freshman. Tsugawa could effectively defend against Kise, making him a formidable opponent.
"He's so loud!"
"But Yamazaki… this should mean that you two would get along." Furuhashi said in a way that no one could tell whether it was a joke or not.
"Loud or not, he does play defense fairly well. It would not work well against our team though." Hanamiya commented. "They do well against offense teams that focus scoring from the inside with dunks and two-pointers, and also teams with a high pace. You only need a good strategist or shooter, and thy actually aren't that tough."
"Hm… Hyuuga-sempai is very skilled, but I think his stamina would get drained if he stayed in his clutch-time mode for too long. What would you suggest as a strategy to combat them Hanamiya-san?" Kuroko wondered.
"Simple, use a stealthy man-on-man defense when they are on the offense, or…" The point guard paused to give the object-of-his affection a knowing look. "Have a player that is able to sneak past their defenses to open up an attack pattern for the team. The combination of shock and pressure would disorient them, clenching the victory for the opposing team. This would be most effective if they were marked by Seiho's ace while doing this." Hanamiya leaned back against his seat. "Those are the simplest ways. There are other ways, but those would be the best for an inside-based, high pace team, so they could utilize their skills best." Kazuya leaned over to his Captain.
"You do realize that you helped someone with basketball instead of saying your usual response like 'think of one yourself dumbass' or something like that?" Makoto glared at his teammate.
"You are annoying." Hanamiya remarked. Unfortunately for Kitawada, they could do neither of those things the bad boy of basketball suggested. The unusual but almost flawless defense of Seiho was overwhelming, not allowing them to score a single point during the first quarter. Hara winced at the total domination of one of the three Kings; the secondhand embarrassment for Kitawada was brutal. Kuroko thought it was strange that a team with only average to slightly tall players managed such a pressuring defense, until he saw their limbs were moving in an unnatural rhythm.
"They don't use cross-body movements." The bubblegum teen voiced. Everyone else nodded.
"Yes, they do not run or move traditionally. Seiho's basketball is inspired by martial arts, and the style of running the use is called a Namba run. This is why the usual ways to pressure a defensive team such as Seiho, with an attack on their stamina and speed, does not work. They have already gone through great measures to reduce the obvious flaws in their strategy."
"Incredible, basketball has so many different styles." Kuroko sighed.
"Why are you so surprised? I have never seen your style performed by anyone else." Koujirou said. The second quarter looked somewhat promising for Kitawada, who scored their first three points.
"I have seen different individual styles, but never a whole team." Kuroko cleared up.
"It does not matter the style you use. There are basic attack patterns that all teams use. Basketball isn't any fun unless you create your own entertainment." Hanamiya sighed. In those few words, the Seirin freshman finally understood everything. Hanamiya's foul style and dirty tactics had risen from sexual sadism, boredom, but a desire to stay connected to the sport that once brought him such entertainment. It was actually sweet how loyal the Uncrowned King was to basketball.
"Hanamiya-san is quite romantic." The transparent teen blurted out. The Coach and Captain of Kirisaki Daiichi blushed and called the younger male an idiot. "But it is true. For you to desire to play, even when you find the sport boring is proof. Instead of just quitting, you tried to find a way to make it fun again. It is similar to married couples that have been together for over seven years and feel the itch, and when they feel themselves drifting apart, they do their best to continuously rekindle the romance and keep themselves from splitting up." Kuroko explained. "It is very sweet and kind. Hanamiya-san would make someone a great husband someday with that kind of work ethic towards things he cares for." The three regulars send looks of biting jealousy towards their Captain, but they had no effect. Hanamiya was doing his best to calm his head and not think of a loving, married life with Kuroko with the perfect house, maybe a dog or two, and gentle kisses goodnight… oh god!
The basketball game ended in favor of Seiho 76-12, not shocking after the first half. Everyone rode the bus back to Kuroko's school, wanting to escort the apparition-like teenager back to his school in order to spend more time with him, ensure his safety, and they knew that if anything bad did happen to the quiet boy, Kuroko's lovers (including Seto) would unleash their wrath upon the group of bad boys.
"So, do all of you feel I am worthy of dating Seto-san?" Kuroko asked once they were in front of his dorm building. Hanamiya shrugged.
"You're not a complete moron. I would not disapprove." The others nodded in agreement.
"But… do you like me enough to go on a date on Saturday?" Hara asked with a big grin. Kuroko had an expressionless face, but nodded. "Great, I'll pick you up at 5:30pm Kuroko. See you later!"
"Bye Hara-san, I look forward to spending more time with you. Good bye Hanamiya-san, Yamazaki-san, and Furuhashi-san, it was nice to spend this afternoon with you. Please let Seto-san know that I am still interested in dating him, and would gladly see one of his matches while wearing your team's varsity jacket." Kuroko said. They gave each other their phone numbers and watched as the phantom disappeared inside.
"I can see why Seto likes him." Furuhashi admitted.
"He also has a nice ass." Hara added.
"You're disgusting!"
Kuroko got dressed in a baggy shirt and pajama shorts to sleep, feeling drained and desired to sleep early. Just as the shadow was about to slip under the covers, he and Kagami heard a knock on the door. It was Coach Garcia and Imayoshi, both dressed in their sleepwear as well.
"Hello Taiga, can I talk to you for a minute?" The blonde called for her power forward. "Guess what? Your parents are here to visit you! They wanted you to sleep in the guest room with them. Since you rarely see them, would you mind spending some time with them? They did come all the way from America to watch your game tomorrow." The wild-looking teen shot up with a smile. Despite his rough appearance, Kagami loved both of his parents dearly and now felt extremely motivate (even more so than usual) to win tomorrow for them. The Seirin ace waved good bye to his best friend and raced downstairs to hang out with his family. "You wouldn't mind if Imayoshi was your roommate for tonight, would you Kuroko?" Coach Alexandra asked. It surprised the shadow, but he nodded in agreement to the arrangement. He cared deeply for Shoichi, and any time (even if it was spent asleep) made the shadow happy. Still, this was highly suspicious for students from different dorms, was known to be dating, and had an age gap, to be allowed to sleep together in the same room. Kuroko hoped something terrible did not happen to his loved one. "Good, now get some rest. We play against Meijo Academy tomorrow!" Alex cheered before leaving the couple alone. They walked to Tetsuya's bed in silence, only speaking once they were under the protective covers.
"Are you alright?" Imayoshi sighed.
"I knew you were going to ask that." The elder teen whispered as they encircled their limbs around each other. The point guard gave the small forward's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Nothing is wrong. I just complained to Coach Harasawa that Aomine has been skipping practice even more frequently than usual. When asked how we could possibly motivate him, I told him about this little plan." Shoichi grinned. "Not only do I get to sleep beside you, but I'll make Aomine angry enough to show up for practice. Your Coach is quite helpful and accommodating."
"And you are very devious," Kuroko commented but had a small smile on his face. He knew the Captain of Touou only did this because the dark-haired teen cared about the underclassman. "You look cute in your pajamas. I guess that is my added benefit to this arrangement."
"Aw, you shouldn't say such flattering things if you want to remain a virgin tonight…" The dark-haired, third year hushed. Imayoshi teasingly thrust against Kuroko, eliciting a soft groan from the younger teen. Oh dear…
Hope you liked this chapter.