Lucky Number
A Kuroko no Basuke oneshot
by mew-tsubaki
Note: The Kuroko no Basuke characters belong to Fujimaki Tadatoshi-sensei, not to me. I've always wanted to write this style of fic, and skimming thru a reread of Extra Game gave me the right inspo to do so! :'D Read, review, and enjoy!
- ^-^3
Kasamatsu Yukio will always think of himself as "Kaijou's Kasamatsu." But…now that he's a university student, he's willing to admit that his Kaijou chapter is closed. That's why he decides he's open to the idea of a streetball team formed with Touou's Imayoshi and others. His Kaijou chapter may be closed, but he can't stop playing basketball just like that.
These thoughts make him chuckle. Outside of a school team, Kasamatsu has never thought he'd willingly subject himself to such a…diverse cast of characters. Takeuchi-sensei, Moriyama, Kobori, Hayakawa, Nakamura, Kise. Imayoshi hasn't told him yet who else he plans on joining their team, only that "They're people we have in common," so Kasamatsu can't help but think he's going to find himself surrounded by yet another lively bunch if Imayoshi's orchestrating things.
"But I'm glad you took me up on the offer," Imayoshi says on the other end of the line as Kasamatsu sits at his desk at home one night, his phone propped between ear and shoulder as he works on an essay for his required English course.
"Well, thanks for thinking of me," Kasamatsu returns, his attention split between conversation and homework.
"You were pretty adamant about focusing on your first semester studies before and kept turning me down. Any idea why you had the change of heart?"
"Yeah," Kasamatsu blurts, thoughts of "Kaijou's Kasamatsu" and "Kaijou's Kise" entangled in his head as Kise's face pops to the forefront of his mind. But that bright and happy face causes him to stab a period into his draft as he realizes where his mind has wandered. No way in hell is he going to mention his kouhai, so Kasamatsu grumbles, "Never mind."
His cheeks redden, and he can practically hear Imayoshi quirking his eyebrow. Thank the gods the sharp fellow isn't present right now to observe Kasamatsu or further have his curiosity piqued….
- ^-^3
The team Imayoshi slaps together is better than Kasamatsu would've surmised. There's the two of them, of course, but also Yosen's Okamura, Shutoku's Miyaji, and Rakuzan's Higuchi. Compared to the people they've met in the past year (especially the younger ones), this group feels oddly normal, which Imayoshi points out in his roundabout polite-but-rude manner.
Coming from anyone else, that manner would've broken this team before it really formed.
Instead, his words break the ice, with Miyaji laughing first, then Okamura and Higuchi joining in. "Honestly, you can't put it any other way," Miyaji admits. "Somehow, we each played on our respective teams and made it work, but I think I'm ready to have some fun with a new team."
"Me, too," Higuchi agrees. He faces Imayoshi, as the group sits in a round booth at a family restaurant on the weekend. "Speaking of which—what were you thinking of doing with the team? Tournaments and such? And do we have a team name yet?"
"There are a few tournaments we can do, although the deadline for the local spring one passed," Imayoshi says. "I thought we'd enter in the summer one. Especially if anyone's missing the Inter-High," he adds with his trademark grin.
Miyaji snorts. "My younger brother's captain now, so that 'fun' and that bullshit is all his to handle this year."
Kasamatsu strokes his chin, lingering on Higuchi's other question. "Team name: 'STRKY,'" he finally says.
The other four stare at him. "Star…key?" Imayoshi attempts to sound out.
Kasamatsu huffs and rummages in his bag for a notebook. He scribbles his idea on a page in the back, writing it out in big, block letters. He doesn't explain how he took their first initials—S for "Shouichi" and "Shouta," K for "Kenichi" and "Kiyoshi," and Y for "Yukio"—for the team name. A team named "SKY" isn't going to go far, even if the "sky's the limit." But, throw in a few more consonants, and they have something cool-sounding…or so Kasamatsu likes to think. He meets each pair of eyes around the table.
Okamura's giant face breaks into a giant grin. "I like it!" he declares. "It's got my vote, Kasamatsu."
Miyaji shrugs, and Higuchi nods. "'STRKY' it is, then," Imayoshi concludes.
Kasamatsu puts his notebook away, but his smile is small and happy. It's nice to be part of a team again.
"Next—on to organization, captain and all that," Imayoshi says.
"Captain's gotta be you," Kasamatsu asserts.
Imayoshi chuckles. "Eh? Why~?"
"Don't act as if you didn't expect this. It's your idea. You brought us together, so you're captain, Imayoshi."
Before Imayoshi can fake a protest, the others vote in favor, too. "Fine, then. I'll keep my number four jersey, since I'm captain. And since I'm such a nice captain, I'll let you guys select your numbers before I declare my vice-captain."
"I'll take number seven," Kasamatsu says, figuring the next thing to come out of Imayoshi's mouth will be something along the lines of "Sure thing, Vice-Captain!"
Instead, his quick response has them all staring at him once more. The dead silence that accompanies their stares lasts for a beat, long enough for the ice in Miyaji's drink to melt and the straw to shift audibly in the glass.
"…then I guess, filling in the blanks," Higuchi says after an awkward chuckle, "I'll be number five."
Miyaji picks up his glass, sips, and replies, "Make me six."
"Then I'll wear eight," Okamura adds with that giant grin of his.
Imayoshi jots all this down, but he must be plotting a few other things, too, since he tunes them out and continues writing other info down (and Kasamatsu swears he sees VC by his own name, dammit).
Higuchi laughs, drawing Kasamatsu's attention back to the others. "It's funny," he says, "wearing five now. It feels as though I'll be taking Mayuzumi's number, although he got to play more this past year than I did."
"Didn't he graduate, too?" Okamura asks.
"Yeah, we were classmates. But I don't know if he's kept with basketball at all." Higuchi pushes the remaining fries on his plate around and points at Miyaji. "What about your number?"
"Haaa, it's a steal, for sure," Miyaji commiserates. "But Midorima wears six for Shutoku, so—" He stops mid-sentence. The blond turns to Kasamatsu beside him. "…wait a sec. That reminds me… Which one is it again who wears number seven for Kaijou?"
Kasamatsu blinks. That is NOT why he chose to wear seven for STRKY! …he thinks. But damned if he's going to mention a certain model's name, so Kasamatsu deflects with a dismissive shake of his head and replies, "Just—one of my friends."
That answer might be enough for Miyaji to lose interest. But Imayoshi catches Kasamatsu's eye. He's lost interest in his team notes for the moment. Kasamatsu can tell by the knowing smile blooming on Imayoshi's thin lips.
And, goddammit, that knowing smile means he's dug his own grave, hasn't he?
- ^-^3
"AAHHH, I'm not sure yet if we can make it," Moriyama huffs into the phone weeks later. "Kobori and I definitely want to make the match in person, though, Kasamatsu…!"
"Don't stress out so much about it, Moriyama," Kasamatsu says, and it takes him a second to hear his old captain's tone leaking into their conversation. Oops. Old habits sure died hard, especially when stirred up again, getting some practice in with his STRKY teammates every other day or so. "It's just a streetball tournament," he adds, his voice smaller this time.
But Moriyama pounces on that. "So what?!" he exclaims; he's so loud, it's as if he's walking home from practice alongside Kasamatsu. "Kobori and I are happy for you, seeing you continue with basketball in some capacity. Of course we're gonna come support you. We're a team—that doesn't stop just because we graduated, Kasamatsu."
Kasamatsu can't help but grin.
"Still, it's been hell getting just my and Kobori's schedules to line up," Moriyama says, getting back to his original point. "But! We'll do our best to be there for you."
"Thanks, Moriyama."
"Hey, what about the kouhai? Any of them coming to watch?"
Kasamatsu's grin feels funny at their mention, especially as one blond in particular comes to mind. He mentally swats the thought away, though, as he answers, "I've told them about the team, but they've got a full schedule on their plates, and I don't want to distract them from that, especially with the Inter-High coming up soon. So I told them, but I didn't insist they come by."
There's a dead beat of silence. Then: "Oh, Kasamatsu."
His grin fades, but his cheeks grow warm (w-well—that makes sense! It's summer, after all!). "I mean it! This is just some streetball tournament, Moriyama. Hayakawa and them—they have practice and they ought to focus on that to keep Kaijou's name in good standing—"
Moriyama's tutting on the other end interrupts him. "Kasamatsuuu," Moriyama repeats, emphasizing his name and dragging out the final syllable, "you silly boy."
"Hey! We're university students already!"
"And you're definitely still a boy because only a child would play coy. You know better if you just want Kise to show up and root for you. Just ask him to come! 'Hayakawa and them'—purposefully not using his name is a dead giveaway, my friend. You're trying awfully hard here."
Kasamatsu glares at the darkening sky. "…who wants that model to root for him?!"
"Kasamatsu, he admires you and likes you. It's all right to admit, even to your best friend, that you dote on and like Kise, too."
Putting the words "like" and "Kise" together (especially in close succession) ramps up his pulse. Kasamatsu doesn't have a good retort for that, so he chooses to focus on Moriyama's other bold statement instead. "Who's my best friend?!" he snarls. Or, he tries. It sounds a bit weak, because embarrassment colors his face once more.
And Moriyama's laughter fills Kasamatsu's ear and the night.
- ^-^3
He's mad.
He's mad and upset and, frankly, embarrassed as all hell following the end of the match that pitted them against an American team which calls itself "Jabberwock." Kasamatsu would like to say that he couldn't ever have fathomed players of that level. But he's met most of the Kiseki and is close to one of them. Monsters do wear human skins on the court. Although…Jabberwock…everything about them feels wrong, like a hard pill to swallow…
Kasamatsu grits his teeth and closes his eyes, putting in tremendous effort to stop thinking about the team that caused them so much grief. But this effort isn't just to stop thinking about Jabberwock. It's to keep it all in. To keep it together.
None of STRKY consoles each other immediately. Okamura's uncharacteristically quiet, Miyaji doesn't carry himself to his full height, Higuchi's polite and friendly banter is absent, and Imayoshi— Well, Kasamatsu thought Imayoshi would be seething like him. But the bespectacled guy is a touch too shattered to let anger prevail in this instant. The loss hurts. They each need time to cool down right now.
But, once home, it's hard not to wallow in the loss.
Kasamatsu's family knows already—his mom promised they'd watch online if they couldn't make it to the park—so they leave him alone as he heads upstairs to his room. There, he tosses his bag aside and sinks to the floor to scroll through his phone, to find out how quickly the news has spread elsewhere.
There are a dozen unread texts from Hayakawa, as well as several from Kobori and Moriyama, who've also tried calling him multiple times. Hayakawa texts slightly better than he speaks, so Kasamatsu's in no rush to decipher his successor's panicked messages. But Kobori and Moriyama? He frowns at the phone screen. …he'll return their calls. Just—not yet.
Stunningly, there's a rare text from Nakamura expressing his condolences, as well as a missed call from Takeuchi-sensei. The latter maximizes his embarrassment, because he didn't feel like Kaijou's former captain at all today, and he doesn't right now, hiding in his room like this.
Kasamatsu pulls up Kise's contact and dials. He knows why Kise hasn't reached out immediately. In this manner, they're kindred spirits, knowing that the rawness needs to fade first before one approaches the other.
But he hangs up before Kise answers. Kasamatsu grinds his teeth, but he even turns his phone off. Getting to hear that voice would be too soothing, so close to a reward right now—and he doesn't believe he deserves any sort of reward in this moment. No, only winners…or those who at least put up a stronger fighting chance…deserve a reward of any kind.
Kasamatsu sets his phone aside and rummages in his bag for his STRKY jersey. He picks the number seven jersey up, holds it high, and wonders what he was thinking, wearing this number. Yes, up until now, it's brought him good luck (in the form of a certain someone entering his life)—
—but when has he ever believed in luck? Luck only takes you so far…
- ^-^3
He cannot believe himself.
A little voice in Kasamatsu's head niggles at him, as though he's still part of the disciplinary committee, that he shouldn't be here, that skipping classes is wrong, that only delinquents and the lazy skip classes. But he ignored that voice earlier today to watch the match on his phone (there was no way he could focus while his mind was on the court), just as he ignores the voice now as he sits on the train instead of going to his last class of the day.
Kasamatsu absentmindedly stares at the scenery flying by outside the window. Sure, he can't believe he skipped so many classes today, but he's—he's relieved that Kise's team won. Given their few talks after STRKY's loss and Kise's obviousness, Kasamatsu long ago set aside any notion of dissuading Kise from starting up a streetball team, especially in the middle of the school year. Kise and his Kiseki friends are stubborn as all get-out…but there really seems to be no limit to their abilities. STRKY may have lost before, but the Vorpal Swords are today's victors. And Kasamatsu's going to congratulate them in person.
Which is definitely best, he muses as he replays the memory of earlier today when he was outside his lecture hall. Kasamatsu heaves a sigh as the train reaches his stop and he disembarks, but honestly he's glad to be here and away from school at last; all that cheering over his phone scared so many people walking past him on their way to and from class. If he dwells on it too long, he's not too sure he ever wants to show his face around his university again…!
It's not too late in the day, but most people have dispersed by the time Kasamatsu reaches the courts where the Vorpal Swords took on Jabberwock. If he hadn't watched the match earlier and double-checked the name of the venue, Kasamatsu might guess he's at the wrong spot, considering there's not even the usual gaggle of fans whose squeals he could follow right to Kise. No, instead he spies, on the far side of the courts, the team of red-and-white uniforms exiting.
Kasamatsu hoofs it, climbing down the stairs between seats and dashing across the now-vacant courts. He huffs a little, since he hasn't really wanted (nor had the time) to pick up a ball since the lost game, but he catches up quickly enough, finding Kise picking up the rear with Kagami and Takao. The three second years laugh at something Kagami says, and Kise leans in and chats with the other two as if they're all bosom buddies. Kagami and Takao don't push him away, and Kasamatsu can appreciate how easily Kise genuinely gets along with just about anyone these days. Although, the moment the thought strikes him, his heart twinges with a pang of loneliness, too. (Wait, loneliness? Kasamatsu stops in his tracks because that can't be right.)
"Hm? AH! Kasamatsu-san!" Takao with that damned Hawk's Eye spies him first. He waves as Kagami turns and Kise wheels around.
"EH?! Senpai!" Kise blinks a few times, his face splitting into a smile. His cheeks still have so much color to them, as though the game ended barely minutes ago. "You came? But I thought you had classes!"
For a moment, Kasamatsu loses his train of thought (it's been so long that he's forgotten what it's like, being around the sun). But he eases into a smile and shakes his head. "I did. But I saw you guys play."
Kise cocks his head to one side while smiling, undoubtedly confused. But Kagami and Takao exchange a look, and Kagami claps Kise on the shoulder. "Look, Kagetora-san took Murasakibara to the hospital, and I heard Kuroko talking about Maji Burger on Akashi's dime. So you know where to find us. You're welcome to join us, too, Kasamatsu-san," Kagami adds with a polite nod in the older teen's direction.
"Oh, uh, thanks."
Takao grins from Kagami's other side. "No need to hurry, though," he adds, though this he aims more at Kise, whose face only gets redder as Takao and Kagami walk off, Takao grinning and making gestures at Kise the entire time until Kagami makes him walk facing forward.
"Do I want to know?" Kasamatsu asks. He quirks an eyebrow.
Kise takes a step closer to him and huffs, glancing over his shoulder as his team disappears from sight. "It's fine. Takaocchi likes to tease me a bit, but he's a good guy." He faces Kasamatsu, his features brightening once more. "But—you came."
Kasamatsu can't stare too long at those big eyes. "Just now, yeah. I couldn't be here sooner, but I watched online." He darts his eyes up to Kaijou's gigantic ace. "You guys were amazing. You had me going for a few moments there, but I am not surprised at all that you won."
Kise laughs. "That was definitely a game to remember!" His laughter dies down, and his face falls the tiniest bit. "Although I wish that weren't the case, Senpai. Murasakibaracchi… That wrist will take a while to heal."
Kasamatsu reaches up and ruffles Kise's hair (ah, it feels different, this shorter length). "But it will heal, Kise."
The blond nods.
He knows Kise too well, having coddled him as captain and ace last year. So Kasamatsu can sense the anxiety weighing on Kise's shoulders and switches topics. "By the way, that was a pretty nice dunk you got over Jabberwock earlier."
Kise, of course, perks up. "Y-You noticed my—" he stammers.
"How could I not? My eyes are always drawn to you on the court."
Kise smiles, but it's a softer look with his eyes half closed, content.
Kasamatsu snorts, trying to hide his own smile. "But, hey, you moved a lot today. Remember to mind your ankles, especially after such a rough game."
"Yes, Kasamatsu-senpai…" Kise inches another step closer. "Actually, Senpai, I'm sorry."
That catches him off-guard. "For what?" Kasamatsu asks with raised eyebrows.
"Well… You said not to play this game as revenge for you but to show everything we've worked hard for, in basketball."
"Kise…"
The model's grin is timid. "But isn't it okay to be a little selfish if I could accomplish both tasks at once? I wanted to do this, for the both of us."
Hell. When phrased like that… Kasamatsu can't stay mad at him, and he has no argument. No, he simply reaches up a second time and roughly tousles Kise's short hair.
But the action's too endearing. Or Kise's words beforehand change the meaning of this action. Or his hair feels too nice against Kasamatsu's palm. Whichever it is, something causes Kise to laugh and lean in to Kasamatsu's touch. Never mind that it's summer when the only warmth they feel comes from each other.
As for Kasamatsu… He can't possibly say anything about the feelings of which Moriyama knows, at which Miyaji's guessed, which Imayoshi's deduced.
But maybe that's okay, if he can continue to have moments with his favorite kouhai like this….
- ^-^3
Of course, Kasamatsu's moments with Kise never cease. Especially when the younger teen invites himself over to Kasamatsu's house supposedly to study.
"I never get tired of watching this…!" Kise chirps from the other side of the chabudai set up in Kasamatsu's room.
Then again, not every moment is particularly special. Sometimes Kise has his moments that make Kasamatsu's mind go blank. Other times, like right now, Kise is his usual, airheaded self and this sincerely has Kasamatsu questioning his personal tastes. He gives Kise a mild kick under the table (a bit hard to do with their legs folded under them). "Hey. I thought you came over to study."
"I say that all the time, Senpai," Kise quips, his eyes never leaving his cellphone as he watches another video. "But I'm only failing about thirty percent of the time compared to sixty or seventy percent like last year. So lemme relax a bit!"
Kasamatsu heaves a sigh and sends a silent prayer of thanks to Nakamura who no doubt is responsible for Kise's better grades. "What are you even watching? One of your commercials?"
"Nope! I'm replaying highlights of our streetball games from the summer."
Kasamatsu gapes at him. "Didn't you do that when you came by last weekend? We watched a few together."
Kise beams. "As I said, I can't get enough of it." His large eyes grow impossibly bigger and brighter. "Hey! Can I join STRKY in the future? I'm only a few years away~"
It catches him unawares, the implication that Kise might actually attend a university. He's never really brought it up before, and they've all assumed until this point that Kise would turn the modelling and few acting gigs into something more serious after high school. So Kasamatsu nearly stumbles over his words as he attempts to reply in his normally dry tone, "We don't accept idiots—now study."
Kise pouts. But he gets over the burn quickly and hums to himself as he watches another video. This time, the sounds are familiar, especially as Kasamatsu tunes his ear to them: Kise replays STRKY's entry footage.
Kasamatsu doesn't ask which game. It's been months now, so the loss stings a little less, but he doesn't want to think of Jabberwock if he doesn't have to. Besides, the Winter Cup is in a few weeks, and he'd rather cheer Kise and the others on then. He smiles to himself and steals a peek at the blond, only to find Kise oddly quiet. Hmm. Well, he's probably paused the video to pore over some detail. Kasamatsu returns his own attention to his studies.
"So…"
Kasamatsu works on another equation in his Calculus homework but pricks up his ears.
"…will I get my number back, then?"
Kasamatsu snaps his head up.
This time, it's Kise who can't meet Kasamatsu's eyes, not yet. His cheeks are pink, and the reason why? He holds up his phone, paused on a portion of STRKY, zoomed in to Kasamatsu brazenly wearing the number seven jersey.
Heat rushes up Kasamatsu's neck and floods his face. What others guess, what he never expected Kise to notice—and he splutters, because Kasamatsu Yukio is bad at covering for, at explaining these kinds of things.
Worse yet (Better yet? Kasamatsu isn't sure), Kise chuckles, gently, as if this is his heart there out on the line, too. "I get that Imayoshi-san would be number four as captain…but Senpai should've been number five, right after him, right? If not, then I just wonder…" But, if he felt Kasamatsu's embarrassment before, he doesn't now, as his blush fades mostly. His eyes soften, too, as they alight on Kasamatsu.
But Kasamatsu panics. He worries he's being made fun of; half of him wants to close his textbook and throw it at Kise, and half of him simply wants to run.
Kise doesn't make a single move. He fidgets a bit, sure, but he awaits Kasamatsu's side of things.
…ah. Of course. Kise wouldn't make fun of him, not regarding this. So—maybe it's all right to believe his jersey brought him some luck after all? But Kasamatsu still believes luck only takes you so far. Luck might've brought him to this crossroads, but now he's got to follow through, see this to the end, no matter the outcome. If only he could swallow the lump in his throat.
Kise's stare is, funnily enough, studious. He seems to pick up on Kasamatsu's hesitation and gives the older teen a shy smile. He sets the phone aside and stretches his body across the chabudai, comfortably, as if this is his own room and home, all to hold his hand out within reach of Kasamatsu. His hand rests just above where the top of Kasamatsu's notebook lays propped open. Then Kise waits.
Kasamatsu pauses. He looks between Kise and that offered hand. But he's done hesitating. He puts his mechanical pencil down and places his fingers in Kise's light grip—and the effect is instantaneous. It's not the zap of chemistry everyone talks about and Moriyama forever goes on about; it's just the tingle of a familiar touch that takes on a whole new meaning in a split second.
Kise's grin widens to a smile. His eyes narrow to content slits like that of a happy cat's and the color returns to the apples of his cheeks in near full force. And, with their hands connected, there's no room for doubt: He can feel it when Kasamatsu's pulse picks up in return.
Seeing Kise so happy stymies him for a few seconds, but Kasamatsu twists his lips around and shakes his head at the blond. "…I'm not willing to part with that number yet," he admits, answering Kise's original question at last.
Kise half shrugs and nods, all the while inching towards him, scooting around the table to join him on his side. "I figured. But, Senpai, I hope you mean you're not willing to part with it at all."
Kasamatsu cranes his neck up at him to shoot Kise a glare. "I—"
Whatever grumbles or lingering hesitancy he has, Kise interrupts them with a sloppy, surprisingly inexperienced first kiss. Their lips don't line up fully and it lasts too long and yet is too short all at once. Kise is aware of this, given how he chuckles when he breaks away and rests his forehead against Kasamatsu's.
Kasamatsu's glare is tinier now (how can he stay mad at that face that's so happy around him, to have him?). "…so long as there are no jokes about me wearing you instead of your number, it's a deal," he grouses. Although, not unlike this past summer when dealing with Moriyama's teasing, his voice sounds weak.
"Mm," Kise hums while he twines their fingers and leans more on Kasamatsu, "I can promise that until next year."
"What? Why next year?"
Kise cocks his head to one side so Kasamatsu can see the sly smile blossoming on his lips. "I'll be a third year, Senpai," he points out, throwing in a suggestive wink for good measure.
And Kasamatsu can hear other promises in that tone…
Lucky number, indeed.
- ^-^3
=w= Oh, my babies…! *lol* Kise dropping hints about turning eighteen in his 3rd yr is just yes (altho, for me, so is an inexperienced or nervous Kise? idk, so cute, pls). XD Also Kasamatsu never actually putting his feelings into words in this instance is oh so very Kasamatsu to me, I cannot. Doing a rewatch of the KnB anime this yr had me skimming the Extra Game chapters again, and I still cannot believe it was only this damned July that I realized Kasamatsu wore #7 for STRKY (how are we supposed to pronounce this team name, EGADS), hence my main inspo for this fic. But srsly! So I took that and ran with it. It was fun to include some canon things and also write STRKY a little (esp bc I'm a huge Miyaji bros fangirl UGH ;w;) and have Moriyama be Moriyama (and did my KoMori bias peek thru ;P), but also including a little bit with the VS, too! Kise getting along with others gives me life, and I wanna see him hanging out all chill-like with Kags and Takao, *lol*. Btw, random but: A "chabudai" is that low table you see in Jpns homes; it is a very specific type of furniture. -w- Anywho…! It feels so nice to be writing and drawing for KnB again, tho (as I keep mentioning in the closing A/Ns of p much all my recent KnB fics XD), but this Kikasa is also quite special, and not just bc they're one of my OG OTPs: This fic is my 800th story on FFN, and I STILL CANNOT BELIEVE I'VE HIT THAT NUMBER LIKE WHOA. (Prolly would've been more appropriate to write a Kikasa for story #740, but I DIGRESS, *lol*.) Ahhhhh, I have so many more stories to write and things to draw, both in and out of this fandom…!
Thanks for reading, and please review! Check out my other KnB stories if you enjoyed this~
-mew-tsubaki X3