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The Secret Life of Kuroko Tetsuya: The (Straight) Boy's Love Novelist

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I own nothing, but thank you for the support and positive love.

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1. Please Teach Me More - Turquoise Angel

2. Evening Midnight Tryst, (reprint) - Turquoise Angel

I hummed a light tone to myself as I checked the ranking of my latest novel. This was good, there seemed to be a good reception for the new book. Of course there would be, it was basically a teacher x student novel, but the 'teacher' was technically a student, so it wasn't that cringe for the reading audience to handle, especially since it wasn't an old man but a handsome Ikemen classmate. The age gap was acceptable, but the fact that it was between a coach and the captain, two young conflicted males, it still held that forbidden aspect BL fans desperately craved. Ah it's so satisfying to know that money was flowing through my bank account. Evening Midnight Tryst still seemed to be going strong at rank 2#, that was nice. Hmmm... My fingers scrolled down where Rindou's accompanying art work for the novels should have been uploaded and published beside the stories.

Huh... What's this?

'NO IMAGE AVAILABLE'

That. LITTLE. WITCH.

A dark aura followed me as I ran to Matsuki's office the moment school was over, "RINDOU!" I slammed the door to the grown man's office open. Matsuki jumped in his seat, his hand gripped tightly into the edges of his newspaper, his long dark hair was tied into a small ponytail as he looked at me from behind his rectangle reading glasses. "Where is she?" I frowned as I stared at her empty desk, all the work she was meant to have completed for me yesterday was still piled up there untouched. That little witch... How dare she not do her work?! She knew how important it was for newly released novels to have accompanying drawings, it was the aesthetic visuals that enhanced the graphics of my writing that drove fandom ships! Out off all the times to slack, it had to be now? Right after I released my first novel since my hiatus? My hands were gripping at my hair now, my expression was still impassive, but I could feel my skin paling in colour from the situation.

"She hasn't been here since two days ago, Tetsuya," replied Matsuki, who was busy taking photographs on his phone. "Maybe she got caught up with her schoolwork, she is studying at an all-girls boarding school after all. Maybe she got caught returning after hours? Who knows, they are a strict school when it comes to curfew."

That's true, she does go to an all-girl's school. Still, it's no excuse. "Why don't you just write a letter to the school that Rindou needs to be present here everyday for her job then?" I deadpanned at him.

That seemed to draw a colourful reaction from Matsuki, the man put everything down at threw his hands up in the air. "Hell no! That school is a whole different level of female trouble. There's no way in hell that I'm getting involved with that administration." He exclaimed.

"Just pick her up then." I told him. "Or sneak her out."

"Tetsuya, their security team have women who train with the Navy Seals, I don't have a death wish. I'm not even married yet." He explained.

I stared at him, "You're a terrible editor, Matsuki-Sensei... While other editors and publishing companies out there are competing to manage my work and help me thrive, you cannot even drive a hit and run car to pick up a co-worker."

Matsuki sweat dropped, "You make it sound like we're going to murder Rindou, not rescue her."

"Same thing..." I told him, she was dead either way to me.

"I'M HERE!" The door behind me slammed open as Rindou came tumbling through the door, she rushed past me before dropping her bag down by her desk. "Wow, I have a lot of work!" She exclaimed.

My hand reached out and grabbed her shoulders, clutching it tightly as I glared at her. "You..."

Rindou didn't react, "Damn Tetsuya, you look like that chick from The Ring right now." She smiled, ruffling my hair.

I swatted her hand away before gripping her shoulder even more tightly, "Then I'll make sure to lock you up in a well like that chick from The Ring because you haven't completed the visual companions to my novels." I warned her, forcing her into her chair. "I don't pay you to slack." I growled, not that my threats ever have an affect on these two.

Rindou pouted and threw her hands up in the air in frustration. "Well I'm sorry I got caught sneaking out okay! It's not like you live locked up in a castle half the time!" She complained. "Besides, I only went out to get a BL Daily magazine to show you something!" Exclaimed Rindou, she began rummaging through her bag.

"Well who asked you to get caught sneaking out to buy a physical copy when you can just search it up online." I showed her the app on my handphone, it displayed all the rankings for the best BL novels currently and their standings in the publishing world. As an author, this app was a necessity for me to monitor my progress.

"Yeah, but that only shows you ranks. The actual magazine has real content, anyway, one of my friends was telling me about a petition that hardcore Fujoshi fans were campaigning for, it's apparently had something to do with a new cover for one of your new books." She told me.

I raised a brow, new cover? My eyes met with Matsuki's who simply shrugged, even he didn't know. I left all my covers to Rindou to draw, it's either that, or I left them a plain single colour. "I don't have plans for a new cover..." I informed her.

"Yeah, well I know that," huffed Rindou. "Frankly, I'd be insulted if my work isn't the cover, but apparently some of your hardcore fujoshi fans, the Fujoshi Angels," she snickered at the label, yes... My fans were labelled: Fujoshi Angels, the cult following of Japan's best BL author of 2016, according to 'Same Love' Magazine, Turquoise Angel (me). "Have started fantasising that Kise Ryouta is the real life version of Ikemen High school basketballer Hiro Wasabe, and they've started petition for him to model for the live cover of Scandalous Afterschool Love Affair." She showed us the article.

Silence seemed to engulf me and Matsuki for a moment before the older man placed a hand on my shoulder, "I'll call the lawyer to get ready in case Kise Ryouta comes to sue us for image defamation." He patted my back. Oh dear... Fangirls were insane, and incredibly demanding...

But it was ironic... Since I 'loosely' based Hiro Wasabe after Kise Ryouta... Hiro Wasabe, basketballer chasing after his idol who encouraged him to join the basketball club, a Senpai that teases and bullies him... Aka Aomine Daiki... "I just published the final novel last week."

"Fangirls work fast, Fujoshi fangirls work even faster." Commented Matsuki. "But I doubt that it'll really make any impact."

Rindou shrugged, "I don't know, the Fujoshi Angels are pretty scary..." She admitted. "Look at the BL ranking for best fandom, your Angels are up there at the very top. They practically dominate the fandom world, Tetsuya, you should be proud."

"More like scared, they nearly burnt the showroom down last winter when he refused to make a live interview." Inputted Matsuki. That was true too. Luckily for me, Matsuki had made sure to protect me and my identity, if he didn't, I could sue him for mismanaging.

I sighed, sometimes being a popular and in demand author was not so fun. "We'll just have to ignore them for now, they haven't seem to be so successful but Matsuki-sensei," the man perked up the mention of his name. "Can you try and get the petition out of the window, release a statement saying that to have a live cover would be an insult to my artist and my vision for my books." Rindou nodded, Matsuki nodded as well as he reached for the phone on his desk. "Rindou, please be reminded that it's because you didn't submit the drawings that they went rabid." My hand clasped Rindou's head tightly.

"Okay okay! I'll do it now." Rindou huffed as she turned to her desk, with a pencil in hand, her eyes flipped through the pile of drawing drawing requirements. "Got it." She whispered, pulling out a clean sheet of white paper, she started drawing her masterpiece. Rindou wasn't just good, she was amazing when it came to producing visuals. She was fast as well, her hands moved flawlessly, making not a single mistake. Within a few seconds later, she was done with the first. She scanned it, and then started the process again to draw the next piece of work. "You're such a rude kouhai, Tetsuya." Murmured Rindou.

My eyes looked away from her computer screen as I resized the image for her before uploading it to the BL app. "Well this kouhai happens to be your boss." I deadpanned. "Remember whose paying your money."

"Yeah, and remember the actual adult who manages all your money." Called out Matsuki, he was off the phone. "Alright, the publishing company will release the statement tomorrow." He told me.

I nodded, "Thank you, Matsuki-sensei."

Matsuki stared at me seriously, "Tetsuya," he started.

"Yes,"

"Stop writing Yaoi stories, it might reduce the amount of law suits coming out way."

"We will be cursed by the Angels from Fujoshi heaven then..." My eyes met his. "Matsuki-sensei, we're in this too deep to leave now."

The man sighed, "I know," he took his reading glasses off and clutched them tightly. "We should have just stopped after that harem book!"

A buzz from my phone alerted me that somebody was calling me, "Hello." I answered in my monotone voice.

"Kuroko! Where are you? What happened to your role as manager!?" Exclaimed the angered voice of one Riko Aida.

"What do you mean?" I did my job as manager didn't I? I set the towels and refreshments for the team before I ran here. Why was she complaining so much?

"Must be on her period." Teased Rindou. I shoved her away from the speaker.

"WHAT WAS THAT?" Riko's screech could be heard from the other line.

"That comment was simply a girl passing by with her friend." I lied, I sent a pouted glare at Rindou who simply giggled. I pointed at her pile of unfinished work, signalling her to complete it. "What do you need, Coach?" I asked her.

"Meet me outside Seirin, we're going to pay a visit to Kaijo High to set up a practice match." Kaijo. We're going to Kaijo High, to set up a practice basketball match. Kise Ryouta played for Kaijo High... Material... Kise Ryouta + New character material! There could be new ships for Hiro Wasabe!

"His eyes are sparkling~" I heard Rindou whisper to Matsuki, the man swore.

"I'll be there in ten minutes." I told her before hanging up.

Rindou stretched her arms, she was done and everything was uploaded. "What did the Coach want?" She asked.

"We're going to Kaijo High to set up a practice match." I told her. I put my phone back into my bag, I wonder if I have space... "Matsuki-sensei, give me the video camera." My eyes were sparkling now as I stared at him, he flinched and shook his head.

"No way you Fudanshi!"

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Kaijo was further than I expected, sitting in a train ride under the scrutinising gaze of hell coach Riko Aida was not desirable at all. "Hey, Kuroko... Do you ever want to go on the court to play?" She asked me.

"No," I deadpanned. "I like observing the game and supporting the players, but I refuse to take part of any action on and off the court." She raised her brow at my bluntness.

Riko nodded, "Okay..." Silence relapsed. It was just awkward. "So why do you like basketball?"

Well... it's actually because basketball has the most spectacular models for my crazy Fujoshi fangirls to eat alive and ship, stimulating fandom wars and online fights. Not to mention the mass production of manga and merchandise that comes along with each story, and it's super fun for me as an author to put them in the most torturous situations, break their hearts and make them cry for once in their manly lives... As if I'd tell her that. "It's fun."

It was a long and uneventful journey, I can confirm that Riko Aida simply finds me boring now. Perfect.

When we finally arrived at Kaijo, it took us a while to find the gym. This school was huge, and of course, Riko had forgotten I existed as she met up with the coach. The moment he spotted us, he ushered her into his office. So he was trying to move us away from watching extra practice. Well too bad he never noticed me, perfect. As I oversaw the practice, I took out the video camera that I had practically stolen from Matsuki and began to record. Their form was strong, much more than Seirin... But that's to be expected, they were a national level team. "Kasamatsu!" A pretty boy cried out as he passed the ball in a guy who needed to introduce his eyebrows to a razor. From the way he was leading in court, it's safe to assume that he's the captain. 'But those knee socks... More appropriate for a female lead in a shoujo manga... And those eyebrows, Rindou would have a field day colouring those in.' I couldn't help but observe before I turned the camera to record the rest of the scene.

"Pass it here!" A incredibly loud rebounded exclaimed. Someone needed to introduce his eyebrows to a razor too... Or threading... "Yes!" He exclaimed after successfully rebounding the ball. What an interesting team Kise had found, the only question now is... Where the hell is my main reason for enduring a long silent train ride with the demon coach of hell... Where was Kise? He must have skipped practice, tsk. Typical of prodigies.

"Where oh where are all my fair maidens?" 'But of course I don't really care about them, I'm just saying it because I have the hots for my captain.' I dubbed over the pretty boy's cry for females. He seemed like an interesting character to write about. Playboy on the outside, sucker for his Senpai on the outside... I paused for a moment in my typing as I rested my phone against my chin for a moment, 'Didn't I write a similar book like that though?' It sounds a bit like, Notice Me... I wrote it after watching how the Teiko Basketballers cried when their Captain, Nijimura-Senpai graduated. Of course the stars were Nijimura-Senpai and Akashi, who else could relate to that storyline more than those two. I sighed as I put my phone away, it wasn't working. The inspiration wasn't hitting me enough. This team was decent, but I was lacking inspiration. I put my video camera away, I'll look back at the video another time. Maybe when I need game play reference. Time to return Coach, she was skipping outside when I caught up to her. I think she forgot that I came here with her... "Coach..." she screamed.

"Eh! Kuroko!? You came?"

I nodded, "Yes, you threatened me in a phone call to." I lightly reminded her. "How was the meeting?"

At that, Riko's eyes sparkled, "We have a match against Kise Ryouta."

Now my eyes were sparkling back at her, "What do you need me to do as manager?"

"If only there was some way I could have seen them practice." Sighed Riko.

I took out my video camera, my eyes still sparkling. "You can," Riko placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me a thumbs up. "I'll send you the video tonight."

Notes:

The titles in Italics are basically the BL books Kuroko has already published, but that should be obvious.

Anyways, reviews are always welcomed! I think I'll try and update every Saturday.