When Kagami woke up the Saturday afternoon after the party, he reached up and touched his lips. They tingled with the feeling of a lingering kiss. He had had a dream about the beautiful girl he had danced with, regretting that he hadn't even caught her name.
Kuroko woke up to a wet tongue sliding across his cheek. He let out a mix between a moan and a yawn; he had dreamt about the boy. Of course, he couldn't see his face, but the boy's hair was unmistakably, unbelievably, none other than Kagami Taiga's.
The two went to school together. Kuroko always saw Kagami across the cafeteria, spinning a basketball on his finger as he talked with his teammates, Hyuuga and Kiyoshi, also known as the ones he had rushed out with the previous night.
The previous night. Oh. It was absolutely perfect, Kuroko decided. If being straight was a law, he prayed to be a girl just to kiss those lips one more time.
He shook away his dirty thoughts. It was only a misunderstanding. He was sure if he saw the dork's face again the feeling would go away and never return.
Right?
Wrong.
Kuroko seemed to bump into Kagami a lot more at school. Mainly because he was trying to get in close to get a better look at his face, and since he lacked presence, Kagami would run into him and take a step back in bewilderment, before mumbling an apology to the open air, since the bluenet would have already taken off in the other direction with crimson cheeks.
He began to search his mind for reasons to just give up on Kuroko and become his girl self, Kirimi, permanently. He could grow out his hair, or maybe wear wigs all the time, and there had to be some sort of surgery to make him look and sound more like a girl...
As he thought alone in his bedroom, he sifted through a box of old photographs. He half-smiled at a photo of him and Aomine. He remembered the exact moment that picture was taken: Kuroko's hands were on Aomine's shoulders, and Aomine had his hands rested on Kuroko's hips. Neither of them found the situation awkward despite their tendency to bump foreheads as Aomine taught Kuroko to dance, Kise behind the camera. Now Kuroko realized why he took so many pictures. To save the memories.
Aomine was also the one who told Kuroko to be what he wanted. Kuroko remembered when he had approached the taller boy, asking him for advice on why he wanted to be a girl so bad.
"Aomine kun," Kuroko stopped him in the hallway. Aomine turned to give him that 'I'm not in the mood, but I'll listen because you obviously won't leave until I do' look.
"Yes, Kuroko?" he replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"I want to ask you something."
Aomine's face filled with curiosity when Kuroko shoved him towards an empty classroom, despite the fact that Kuroko lacked presence. As he shut the door, he looked Aomine straight in the eye. "I want to change."
"Yeah, I would too," he replied casually. "Your gym clothes are all sweaty and gross."
"No," he said sternly. "I want to be a girl."
His eyes widened, but only for a moment. "So then do it."
"But how?"
"I dunno, surgeries, medical treatments...or you could just cross dress."
"Cross...dress?"
And so Aomine explained how crossdressing worked while Kuroko took mental notes.
The next day Kuroko introduced herself as Kirimi. "Damn, Tetsuya, you sure know how to stuff a bra," he chuckled, playfully smacking the tissue-filled undergarment. He gave him that Kuroko look and he took his hand away. "Shall I show you around...Kirimi?"
Aomine introduced Kirimi to his and Kuroko's basketball team. Most of them didn't recognize him, but Akashi picked out the eyes right away. "Kuroko."
A silence fell over the table. Then, Kise leaned in and peered into his eyes. "Oh my gosh! It really is Kurokocchi! You look so cute~!"
Midorima gave a 'hmmph' as if it didn't make any difference at all, but Kuroko noticed him looking at him differently all day. The only one who didn't approve of this side of Kuroko was Murisakibara, who kindly kept his thoughts to himself as he ate three sticks of pocky at once.
Nobody but these five ever found out about his crossdressing.
It was when Kuroko hit high school that he gave up basketball. It was either basketball or crossdressing, and his technique was weak. How would it ever thrive in high school without a light like Aomine there?
Plus, he much rather enjoyed coming home and listening to music, doing all his homework early so he had time at night to go shopping for more girl clothes.
Kuroko glanced at the closet. It was rather full, though it was walk-in. Most of the clothes were girls' clothes, give or take a few flannel shirts or faded jeans or worn Converse. He glanced to the clock; it was nine o'clock on a school night. He decided to have a quick snack, then go get some sleep.
But sleep never came; only more thoughts about this gay phase of his.