Kuroko Tetsuya was about seven years old when she first began public schooling. Randomly entering in the middle of the year did not help the fact that she was overly shy and had never really talked to anyone else her age. She stood at the front of the class, hands clasped together across her torso, looking at her feet.
"Class, this is Kuroko Tetsuya. She'll be going to school with us from now on," The teacher said. Kuroko still didn't know her name.
"...hello."
"Kuroko, you can sit at the empty desk next to Tomiya." Kuroko glanced up to see an empty chair next to a bright-eyed girl with blonde pigtails eyeing her with excitement. Kuroko hesitantly made her way to her seat.
"Hey, Tetsucchi!" the girl whispered. "My name is Tomiya Kurumi! :D"
"...hello, Tomiya-san."
"No, please, call me Kurumi-chan!" Kuroko stared into Kurumi's golden amber eyes. She swore even Kurumi's eyes were smiling. "...yes."
The rest of the day went by very fast for Kuroko. Kurumi contonued to talk with her for the rest of the day, introducing Kuroko to all of her friends.
Kuroko's life went by like this for fourty-nine days. On a bright saturday afternoon, right after school let out, Kuroko noticed a note in her locker.
'Meet me behind the school after the bell rings. I have something I would like to tell you.
Kagarou Daiki, Sunshine class'
Kuroko clutched the note to her chest, making her way to the back of the school.
Waiting there for her was a boy she recognized well - he always hung out with Kurumi. He was also very known to their grade for his excellence in sports.
"K-Kuroko..." Daiki stuttered. Kuroko slowly approached.
"Hello."
Kuroko looked stright into Daiki's eyes. Everytime he tried to look up, he ended up averting his gaze and rambling.
Finally, Daiki forced himself to look Kuroko in the eyes. His light brey eyes met her bright blue ones. His face flushed as he took a deep breath.
"Kuroko Tetsuya, I've liked you for a very long time. Will you...go out with me?!..."
Kuroko felt her face warm up, a feeling she had never experienced before, but she didn't really mind it. "I-I...okay..."
Daiki's face lit up. He approached her joyfully, holding her hand. "Would you like me to walk you home?"
Kuroko blushed. "S-sure..."
The next day, Kuroko noticed Kurumi was not at school. The day became unbearably slow, and she felt relieved when lunch time finally came around.
She sat down underneath an isolated tree. Not much after, a group of girls approached her. Kuroko remembered them from a week or two ago, when Kurumi introduced her to them.
"Hey," one of them said. Kuroko looked up. "Why did you do that?"
"Hm?"
"Don't act like you don't know!" One of them kicked dirt towards Kuroko. She raised her arms sheepishly, looking her attackers straight in the eyes.
"You KNEW that Kurumi liked Daiki, and you deliberately went out with him! She saw you two walk home together yesterday, you can't deny!"
"Wh...what? I-I didn't..."
"Don't make up excuses!" They continued to kick dirt at Kuroko. "Apologize!"
"Hey, hey!" Daiki stepped in front of Kuroko. "Stop it!"
"Tch!" The girls walked away.
Daiki leaned down in front of Kuroko. "A-Are you okay?" Daiki asked. Kuroko nodded her head.
At the end of the day, Kuroko recieved a note in her locker that said ' S.'
The next day, Kuroko showed up to school. Kurumi was still not there. The whole day, nobody approached her.
At the end of the day, as her and Daiki were leaving school, the same group of girls approached them.
"What do you want know?!" Daiki asked protectively.
"You were lonely today, weren't you? Having no one to talk to must be the worst."
"Wh-what are you..."
"This only happened because you started going out with her."
"What?!"
"We're here to make a deal - break up with Kuroko and go out with Tomiya Kurumi, and everything will go back to normal."
"Wh-whatever!" Kuroko felt Daiki grip her hand. "We don't need you guys!" Daiki dragged Kuroko away from the school. Kuroko blushed all the way home.
A week later, it was still the same. Kuroko felt isolated, not being conversed to by anyone. Kurumi still wasn't at school. Kuroko somehow pulled through another empty day.
After school, she found Daiki waiting for her at the entrance. When she reached for his hand, he pulled away.
"What is it, Daiki-kun?"
"L-Look, Kuroko-chan...I don't think we can go out anymore."
Kuroko's hands dropped to her sides.
"I just...don't feel anything for you anymore."
Kuroko stared into Daiki's eyes. He averted his gaze.
"I've fallen in love with someone else now."
Kuroko looked at Daiki's eyes.
"I'm sorry."
The next day, Kurumi was at school. Kuroko saw her walk in with Daiki from the classroom window. The rest of the day went by with idle conversation.
As Kuroko was leaving school at the end of the day, Kurumi and Daiki approached her. "Hey, Tetsucchi!" Kurumi called. Kuroko gulped and turned around. "Hello."
"Hey, sorry for not coming to school or contacting you, I was so sick! Goodness, it probably would have spread to you even if a takled to you on the phone!
"Also, sorry about not telling you I started dating Daiki! It just kinda...happened!"
Kuroko smiled. "Yeah. Goodbye, Kurumi-chan."
Kuroko walked home. When she got to her room, she pulled her empty note book out from under her bed and wrote in it until her fingers felt numb. She shoved it back under her bed and cried herself to sleep without dinner.
Kuroko did not finish her sixth grade year.
Kuroko was already a few months into her seventh-grade year. When told she had to join a club, she decided to join the only club looking for a co-manager, the basketball team. It was a warm afternoon when one of the players called her out after practice.
He was much taller than her, at least a foot more. Kuroko rememebered him from orientation, she recalled him going by the name 'Aomine'.
"Hey, I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out this weekend?" He asked casually.
Kuroko looked him straight into his eyes. "Okay, Aomine-kun."
Eventually, Kuroko began dating Aomine. Kuroko tried to recall how it happened, but she can never remember. She thinks maybe one night, after one of their dates, he asked her out. It was all very fuzzy to her and she couldn't wrap her mind around it.
Aomine always walked her home after practice and they ate lunch with each other everyday. Every other weekend, they would meet up to go on a date. To Kuroko, it all felt very jaded, making her life pass by like a blur.
The next thing she knew, Kuroko had been dating Aomine for a couple of months already. Everyone in school knew about their relationship. The school trip was coming up, and they planned to spend every moment with each other.
On the second day of the trip, Kuroko planned to meet Aomine near the lake, where they had walked the previous day. When she got there, Aomine was already waiting for her.
"Kuroko."
"Aomine-kun."
Aomine approached Kuroko, holding her face in his hands. He leaned down and kissed her lips. Kuroko felt no stimulation.
His hands began to make their way down her sides. She flimsily grabbed ahold of his hands. "W-Wait..."
"Wait for what? Another school trip? A freaking miracle? Come on, just move with me..."
"I-I don't think this is right, Aomine-kun..."
"Don't worry...this is gonna feel really good, I promise. Okay?"
He placed his hands on her hips, working his way into the kiss. Kuroko moaned.
Aomine lifted his hands up to take off her shirt. When Kuroko resisted, Aomine held her hands down.
Kuroko could Aomine pressing down on places she didn't want to be touched. He deepened the kiss, rubbed his hands on her breasts, grinded against her crotch...
Kuroko tried to push Aomine away, unsuccessively. Aomine grabbed ahold of Kuroko's arms with one hand and pushed her to the ground.
Unable to break free, Kuroko whimpered in denail. Aomine bit Kuroko's lips, causing her to silence her voice.
Kuroko felt violated, uneasy, frustrated, confused...she couldn't comprehend why out of the blue, Aomine would want these things.
"Wh..." Kuroko tried to voice out.
"Hm? What?" Aomine said.
Kuroko caught her breath. "Wh-why are you doing these things, Aomine-kun?"
Aomine bit Kuroko's neck. "Kuroko, this is super normal. Don't you know? This far into the relationship, it's wierd if you don't do these things."
"B-But, Aomine-kun,"
"Come on, come on, you want to be cool, don't you? You don't wanna be the outcast..." Aomine began licking Kuroko's ear. She flinched.
"Aomine-kun, I-I...I can't!"
Kuroko struggled for release, anything to be free. She could feel Aomine's hands press down in her wrists hard.
"I didn't want it to come to this." Aomine used his free hand to reach into his pocket, grabbing a small bottle. He unscrewed the cap, pouring the liquid into his mouth. He collided his lips with Kuroko, forcing the liquid down her throat.
Kuroko began coughing, adjusting her throat. Aomine released his grip on Kuroko.
When Kuroko tried to stand, she immediately fell to the ground. Unable to hold herself up, she became confused.
Kuroko's vision became blurry. She faintly saw more people enter the scene, she felt mroe odd sensations, then she blacked out...
Kuroko's desk was covered in trash. On the school bulletin board, a document of a link was posted that led to an internet post, filled with pictures and videos, of the night Kuroko 'Had Sex with TEN GUYS! :o'
Kuroko felt isolated. When she walked into school, other students slapped her butt or groped her. When she entered the classroom, her desk was covered in trash. During lunch, her food was thrown into the fountain. After school, she was followed home and assaulted.
Kuroko headed to the first basketball practice since they returned. When she walked into the gym, she was confronted by the whole team, and a new girl she did not recognize.
"What do you want?" Aomine asked bluntly. Kuroko stiffened.
"I'm...here for basketball practice."
"No you're not." Aomine wrapped his arm around the new girl. "She's the new co-manager. Her name's Momoi. You can leave now."
Kuroko couldn't move. Her mind was telling her to leave, but her body wouldn't let her.
"Hey, you heard me, I said leave!" Aomine shoved Kuroko, forcing her to the ground. "Hahahah, oh sorry!"
"Hahah, maybe she wants to have sex first," one guy said.
"I call dibs on her first, man!" another said.
Kuroko picked herself up and sprinted out of the gym and towards her house. She began ripping her school uniform, pulled her notebook out from under her bed, and wrote in it until her fingers bled.
Kuroko returned to school a week later. For the rest of the year, she talked to no one. Every day, she cleaned the trash off of her desk and brought money for lunch at the lunch line. She wore a white button-up she got at the store, a cheap ribbon, and a hand-me-down pleated skirt until her parents could afford a new uniform. At the end of every day, Kuroko was followed home and assaulted. When she got home, she would write into her journal until her mind went blank. She was homeschooled for her eighth grade and ninth grade years.
When she first approached tenth grade, her parents purposely moved her into a house by herself in a small town with a single school in order to 'help her'. Kuroko took all of her belongings with her, including her journal. At the end of every day, she goes home and reads her journal from front to back.
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