Prompt: How the guys would teach you basketball?

Characters: Kuroko + Kagami + Aomine

Words: 1255

Kuroko: "I don't know why you want to try this _-san. I don't think there's much I can teach you." Kuroko look at you with his expressionless eyes. "You should ask Kagami instead."

You roll your eyes a little at him. "Kagami doesn't think about anything else than ball. To him, ball is life, ball is love*" You sigh havily before turning your attention away from Kagami and back to Kuroko. "Besides, I only want you to teach me." A little blush spread across your cheeks.

He passed the ball so fast to you, that you fumble a little with it. "Slow it down. I'm not Kagami." You hiss through your teeth as you look down at your now red palm. No wonder some of the boys were complaining through trigonometry today over his hard passes.

"Sorry, _-san. It's a habit."

You just sighed before passing the ball back to him. "My palm hurts a bit now, but your pass is amazingly accurate." You run slowly down the court. "Pass it to me, pleaaaase!" You shout and soon you see the ball come flying towards you, only too see it landing right in your hand. It was almost scary how he could anticipate where you would run. You pass it back, only for the ball to bounce a few times up and down the floor and roll right up next to Kuroko's feet.

As you walk up to him again, you breathe out with a big smile. "I wish the school had a girl team." You pick up the ball and throw it towards the hoop, not even caring for whether or not it goes in.

"Me too, _-san, me too." He calmly answers as he pull your hand towards him, examining it and a little guilt is seen in his eyes as he strokes the redness.

Kagami: He was shaking his head as he watched you trying to do a free-throw. "You're standing all wrong. You have to bend your knees..-" He bended his own knees, trying to show you how to do it. He takes two seconds before throwing the ball towards the hoop. As the ball goes into the net, he runs over and toss the ball back at you. "Now you try!" He tried to encourage you.

You nod, "Alright, Mr. 'murica." You answer a little playful, bounce the ball a few times up and down before putting in it your hand - this time you bend your knees just as he told you. "Like this?"

"Yes." He nods eagerly, has been excited for this ever since you finally agreed to spend some time with him, doing the thing he likes the most. Loves the most.

You go for another shot, only again to completely miss the hoop.

He grabs the ball mid-air and dribble it all the way up to you, place it in your hands. "You have to hold it like this." He places it in your hands and walk up behind you, holding you from behind. "Place your feet like this." He spread his legs a little, and hold your arms. "Your hand, elbow, knee, and foot has to be parallel, because.." He stops mid-sentence, realising that you've been awkwardly silent for a little while, ever since he placed his hands on yours.

"Oh, uh.. He jerks back, his face all flustered. "I'm.. Eh," He looks down with a face red as his own hair. "Just shoot." He finally mutters, and you can't help but smile overbearing.

Aomine: He was watching you with a bored expression as you tried to dribble with two balls at a time. It always ended up with either one of them getting out of synch, out of bounce or that one of them landed on your feet. "Urgh. I'm getting bored. Let's do something else involving balls." He smirked down at you as he slowly approached you.

"Ahomine, you promised to teach me how to play. I won't leave before I've made at least one basket!" You snapped back.

He sighed heavily at you, slowly rubbing his head. "But you're a lost case." He grumpily remarked, only to be met by your never-ending glare. "Fine!" He threw his hands up in defense and slightly in defeat. "What about trying to make a layup?" He rose an eyebrow.

"A layup?" You narrowed your eyebrows a little, confused by the term.

He nodded, easily stealing one of the balls from you. "Watch and learn." And in a second he was gone and two seconds later the ball was bouncing at the floor. He'd already made the basket.

"Wait, I almost didn't see it. Go slower!" You snapped, a bit annoyed but also amazed by how fast and good he was at this.

"Aren't you difficult. You better treat me well later after all this trouble I'm going through with you." You only rolled your eyes as his he did it, this time a little slower. You watched as he was next to the basket, jumping up and extending his arm, making the ball hit the backboard before bouncing back down through the net.

You slowly began to approach the basket, and you tried to mirror his movements, only for the ball to bounce against the blackboard and hit down hard against the cement.

He shook his head, trying to hide his smirk. "You have to hit the right top corner of the square, you.." He stopped mid-sentence, sending you another apologetic smirk. "Try again, and make it this time."

After several attempts, you finally hit the square corner just enough for the ball to circle around the rim twice, before it fell down through the net. "Yes!" You threw a fist into the air before running over and jumping into his arms. "See, now I'm almost good enough for the Winter Cup, right?"

He just snorted at your remark, but slowly moved his fingers up and down your back. "Not quite enough, but there's something else I'd like to cup." He smirked as he moved one hand towards you breasts, only for it to be swatted away.

"We're in public, get me down!"

*Reference to shrek is life, shrek is love.

Sorry for the slow update. I haven't really had much time, but since tomorrow is off, I thought I would write a little. I've been missing it a lot. There'll probably be more often updates now, because I've finally gotten time again and gotten out of my writers block.

Also these scenarios are purely based on that I've started doing basketball at my Sophomore year, and it's amazing. If any of you out there ever think about joining the basketball team at your school, do it. Of course it is hard because of all the running, trust me, I already hate suicides, but damn I love the play. And even if you don't like it, at least you can say that you tried it?

Also, sorry for the lack of characters in this, but I felt it would be very dull if almost the same happened to the characters, just with different reactions.

Another also, please request scenarios. It makes it sooo much easier for me to find out what people actually want to read.