Title: And They Said It Was Love

Chapter Title: A Cup Of Coffee

Pairing: Broken AoKuro, Future KagaKuro

Rant Section: Heeeyyy. Hi, peps. I had this plot bunny for more than a semester now. But it had been stuck for so much debate with myself—because I am crazy like that and because I had fallen in love again with the Perfect Pairing, Tezuka and Fuji. I thought of writing many one-shots about them. But I guess, I'm more comfortable with reading them than really writing about them—I tried but I ruined Tezuka, I ruined him. I cry. Anyway, you'll be reading a lot from me again with my favorite pairings: AkaFuri, KagaKuro, KiseMatsu, AoSaku, MidoTaka, MuraMuro.

P. S. One shots from here on out are song inspired, with all the love, D.

P. P. S. It does not necessarily meant that I am going to write things lyrics per lyrics. I just meant it will be inspired by A.) its lyrics B.) its title or C.) both.

Shouts.

A scream.

A breaking sound.

Noises. Too many noises around him—blaring, deafening—too much, so much.

And then it all stops. Suddenly, too suddenly, it all stops. And he tilts his head a little to the side, break into a shaky smile, blue eyes boring holes into deep indigos. Shakily, he held his hand up to touch dark skin—a far contrast to his—and it was so close to his fingers when suddenly, too suddenly, it flinches away and he had to drop his hand down to prevent from looking even more of an idiot than he was right now.

"Daiki…?" His voice was a bit hoarse, breaking at the end. The indigo orbs he was looking hid behind tired lids and Aomine sighed heavily, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry."


"I'm sorry."

Kuroko blinks when a hand waved in front of him before stepping a small step back when he caught an unfamiliar face closing on him, red orbs curiously peering at him.

"Are you okay?" He was tall with a messy deep red hair that gets even deeper at the end that made them looked black, a strange pair of eyebrows, a deep voice, and a deep frown marring his angry-looking face.

For a second, Kuroko defines him deep before the guy opened his mouth again and he was glad to call the man a simple guy, one bordering idiocy.

"I ain't buying you a coffee, dude. It wasn't my fault you were standing in the way of my ball."

And cheap. Not thrifty—CHEAP. He had an urge to emphasize that and he doesn't have a clue why.

He scoffed, picking up his wasted cup—thanking God that he did not spill any on himself because the coffee was really, really hot.

"Excuses." He quietly hisses before walking away, thrusting the empty wet cup on the basketball player's large hands as he did so.

Kagami looked at the petite man and scratched his head with his free hand before shrugging and running back to the street court that he was just playing at.

"What took you so long?" He heard his brother ask but his only answer was shooting the empty cup to a nearby open trash bin earning him the second scoff of the day and this time it was from his own sibling.


The second time he met the guy, he was reading a book in the park on a Sunday morning.

It wasn't much of a meeting but he remembers those deep red eyes and deep red hair that goes a little bit deeper at the ends and strange pair of eyebrows and with the deep voice and an even deeper frown on his face.

And the very fact that the man was a cheap bastard with no manners whatsoever.

It was a brief meeting, really—one that you really can't call a meeting.

He was sitting at the far end of the park where no one really likes to sit much and he was reading a novel that his friend, Kouki, had recommended since his lover, Akashi, had written it. It was a good novel but he doesn't really believe in destiny much—probably because the man he had loved since middle school had left him a decade later when they had promised a lifetime. Life, ha?

He was getting at the good part too when suddenly noises invaded the silence—a scream cutting through the peacefulness and he frowns because he never like noises and he never will. He had to pause from his reading when the shout began to get louder; a glance up made him raised an eyebrow.

He recognized that everything on the cheap bastard.

It was really just a second or two when he looked up from the book to see a rather big man—the cheap bastard—running away from a rather small dog. And another second to flinch when said bastard knocked his coffee on his pants. And another one to curse quietly as he stood up to trudge home, not even bothering to look back when he heard a loud "FUCK!" in the distance.

It was the highlight of his day. Even if he had to walk seven blocks with a wet pants.


Kagami saw the petite man again when he was out on his daily jog one Thursday morning.

He was just sitting there at the far end of the park. He was just rounding the corner when he noticed how small the man was in his too large of a winter coat but he shrugged it off and continued jogging as the man took a sip of a warm cup of whatever beverage he had.

It was not until Sunday the same week when he figured out that the man likes to read on the same spot every day with a cup to keep him warm. He stared at the retreating back with wide curious eyes before screaming hell to the small dog below him.

It was adrenaline rash that saved him and made him climb a tree—he was proud of adrenaline rash so much.

A bark of the dog startled him from his thoughts and he fell, "FUCK!"


He knew he shouldn't be doing this but heaven knows how he tried so hard not to. His hands doesn't tremble as much as the first time they do nor did his eyes water at the very thought of his Daiki's someone new.

He leaned back tiredly on the wall and he was just so glad that even with the years they had been counting, Daiki never gotten used to his invisibility—everyone never did. So, he could stare at the both of them as much as he can as they eat merrily inside the café they used to visit.

He wanted to believe that Sakurai-san was a home wrecker—a bitch, a conniving manipulative man who stole lovers every single day—but as the months pass by and his growing empty eyes stare so enviously at them, he knew that the man was anything but.

He gave a small almost nonexistent smile to the couple when Daiki stop talking and just stared at the blabbering blushing mess. Sakurai never even knew that he existed.

"Hey! It's you again!" He gave a startled gasp, dropping the book in his hand. Large hands pick the book up and he took it gratefully—it wasn't until their eyes met that he was brought out of his thoughts.

"Ah." He said as he saw the cheap bastard from before. The said man grinned at him and Kuroko almost choked on air at the sudden difference that one grin could make—he looks brighter than the previous encounters they had.

"What are ya doin' here? Isn't it cold out here?" He remembers his deep voice that grumbles like a thunder at the end. He only shrugged, eyes trying to see the two over the large man's shoulder but he failed. The man was too tall for his own height.

"Oh. It's the same book from before. Written by Akashi, right?" His eyes gleam with excitement and he nodded again, "He's my cousin."

It almost gave him a whiplash on how fast he had looked up in surprise.

"Akashi-kun is your cousin?" He couldn't believe that Akashi, his classmate in junior years, was related to the cheap bastard. Akashi is rich, after all.

"Yeah… shocking, ha?" The man said before his eyes widen and a small blush dusts his tan cheeks, "Oh yeah. Kagami Taiga, by the way. And you are?"

"Kuroko." He only replied.

It wasn't until he shivered when he realized they had been talking for hours on that one corner—Daiki and Sakurai-san forgotten in that time. He gave Kagami a small smile, his heart fluttering a little when the man exclaimed, "You finally smiled! Wow! You got a beautiful one."

They didn't stop talking then. It was almost eight when they did.


The next time he met Kagami was the one time he knocked the man's cup of chocolate and he adamantly refused to buy him another one because he never did when he first did so.

"That cup was expensive!" Kagami whined, looking at the cup lying on the sidewalk—the noises of the car and the people filled the silence between them as Kuroko only stared at the man to make his point.

"Man, you got to buy me something!" Kagami insisted and he scoffed, rolling his blue eyes.

"No." He replied, hissing and pointing at the bigger man, "You're a cheap bastard the first time we met. You knocked my own cup but you immediately declared that you won't buy me. Why would I buy one for you then?"

"Because—" But before Kagami could defend himself, a familiar voice filled the playful atmosphere between the two and he almost bolted had Kagami not been holding his shoulders to shake him into buying him his expensive cup of chocolate.

"Kuroko?" Daiki said in his name in the most casual of way that he almost wanted to throw a fit. He turned around and faced the man instead, his face paling at the sight. There they are holding each other's hand as if it was the rightest thing to do.

"Aomine-kun." He forced himself to say rather than the man's first name. Dai—Aomine nodded his head before walking away with a confused looking lover at his side.

The universe really hated him, he concluded as he brought his hands to his eyes, knowing that they're wet with tears. But he really wanted them to not fall but Kagami took him into a warm embrace and everything that he had kept in since the breakup fell from his eyes.

And he knew Kagami wouldn't understand why the sudden change in his mood because the man was an idiot but at least he's a comforting idiot.

But it was the last time he had cried over the idiot who broke his heart. Somehow, it will be alright after this.


Every time they met, one cup would be wasted. And they never really mean it to happen but it's like when their cup falls, it meant that the other was near or that he was the one to knock it over. It was really uncanny.

And it's not funny anymore because those cups are more expensive that they look—they only had the chance to take a sip or two before the universe got bored and knock it over like it's the most normal thing to do.

"I wonder…" He started and Kagami looked at him, they were sitting at the far end of the park at the usual time, and it became a routine of Kagami to stop his jog for an hour just to accompany the man—though he noticed that the coat just fit him right this time.

"What?" He asked, stretching his limbs.

"I wonder if the universe hated us so much it likes to waste the cup we had waited in a long line for…" His voice sounded serious but Kagami knew better and the man laugh out loud, boisterous in nature, "What if…"

Kagami's drawl caught Kuroko's attention and he turned his head to stare at the man.

"What if this is some kind of conspiracy of supernatural people who likes matchmaking too much?"

"You mean like destiny?" Kuroko asked, wide eyed. Kagami seriously nodded. It was silent in the park before it was invaded by laughter, one loud and carefree and the other quiet and reserve but happy.

The silence after that made them seriously consider the idea in secrecy.


It was four months now that they had known each other. And Kuroko was amused to see Akashi turn down the thought of Kagami being his cousin at a party that Akashi had held—an engagement party for him and Kouki.

He heard Kagami scoff, turning his nose up, commenting that maybe they really aren't because Akashi lacks the height that run in their bloodline. Akashi almost stabs the bigger man had it not for Kouki who gently took the scissor away from the deranged man.

"You look lonely here." He heard steps approach and he turned to see Kagami in his suave suit. Kuroko shrugged and said, "Maybe it only applies to cup of coffee or chocolate."

Kagami scrunched his brows together in confusion. Kuroko only raised his glass of wine and a slow realization settled in Kagami's deep red eyes.

He chuckled, "Maybe, you're right."

It was the most comfortable night he had in months as they talk to the wee of hours.


He changed his order for two weeks—bought himself a cappuccino instead of the black coffee with a hint of vanilla that he had since college.

He didn't see Kagami in those weeks.


Kagami scratched his head when the usual sight of the man walking down the street didn't appear for the past two weeks—it frustrated him so.

"You seem distracted." Himuro commented as he approached his brother who was staring restlessly outside the court before he smiled, "Ah, it's nine in the morning and Kuroko isn't walking there, ha."

Kagami discovered that Kuroko only sat at the bench during Thursday to Sunday and that the other days after he jogged to warm up for a game with his brother near the apartment and the fire station he worked at, Kuroko usually rounded the corner at exactly nine in the morning with a cup of coffee in his hand.

Kagami blushed bright red, "NO! Th—that's not it!"

He sputtered but Himuro only smiled before slamming the ball to Kagami's stomach leaving the idiot gasping, "Why'd ya do that?!"

"Because you're an idiot." Himuro shook his head in dismay.


He returned to his usual the very next day after two weeks.

"KUROKO!" He heard a familiar voice and he couldn't help but smile, turned around and spot a redhead running like a bullet his way.

It was nice to drink his usual again.


He was never a believer for destiny. Destiny sucks, by the way. But it seems like the universe likes conspiring against him and making his life a misery. He almost wonders why he was being pushed around by the universe like that but he forced himself to keep a straight face instead.

"How many times will you hit my cup before I end up hitting you?" Kuroko said flatly, looking at the cup on the ground with a deep sigh.

Kagami gave him the brightest grin.

"I don't know. How many times will I hit your cup until you figure out that I was hitting on you?"

Kuroko paused before shrugging, "It depends if you'll buy me a one-year supply of my coffee."

"Deal." Kagami said in a tone of amusement, taking the smaller hand to his own. It was almost like destiny when it fit perfectly with his before he shook his head at the sappy thought.

It took them both a year to finally stop dancing around and finally sat down on a café to get themselves both a cup of coffee.

FIN

Remember the large coat at first? It was Aomine's and that's why it's too large for Kuroko.

Aomine left Kuroko for Sakurai and Sakurai knew nothing about Aomine's previous relationship.

Kagami is rich too, just so you know.

I might do a sequel about this one of these days.

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