Title: Everyday Incidents
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The sight of Kuroko (strong, always reliable Kuroko) slumped over the bench in the locker room drenched in sweat, face covered underneath a towel draped over her head made him want to punch something (preferably Aomine's face). He could tell right away that she was silently crying, disguised among the rivers of sweat and something in him ached because even when it was okay to let her feelings out she didn't. She'd been so battered and hurt by her old 'friends' that she had closed herself off to the rest of the world, never showing any emotion in fear of being hurt and betrayed again.
God, the Generation of Miracles were annoying bastards.
He wanted to reach out-pat her head and ruffle her hair and tell her that it would be okay and they would win next time. But it wasn't simple like that. If he learned anything from that match it was that he was weak. They were weak. And his weakness was the reason he couldn't stand by Kuroko while she was continuously pushed; brought to her knees, and she still got up courageously when so many others would give up.
He didn't deserve to stand by her.
"I don't think we can win just by working together."
He tried not to feel guilty at the subtle flinch in Kuroko's shoulders; he ignored the nagging voice in his head telling him to stop because he probably sounded so much like those assholes that it was hurting her-But this had to be done.
He turned his back and walked away.
Before the door shut fully he hoped he imagined the broken hearted, tiny cry.
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He felt something akin to horror as the Kaijou team watched their ace struggle to get on her feet; her usually muscled limbs trembled in exhaustion, her slender legs slipped from under her, sending her painfully to the ground. She gave up and hit the ground with a frustrated curse. Kise lowered her head and her shoulders shook, she was crying now. Kise looked so young and vulnerable that it was easy to forget that she was one of the best basketball players in high school.
He goes to her and hooks his arms under her shaking arms, lifts her up the same way she has done for them countless times and he's somewhat happy that he can finally do something for her. Kise is defiantly crying, real tears, nothing like her dramatic wails and he suddenly feels appreciation for the dramatics because at least they meant that Kise was fine and not in any pain like now.
Aomine is staring at them from the corner of her eyes and Kasamatsu, who's never necessarily disliked or liked Touou, decides that he dislikes them. Especially Aomine. Her gaze sweeps over them and while there is no smile on her face, he can feel her victorious glee. Damn Generation of Miracles. When Kaijou gets back to their locker room, heads held high, but still devastated, they lost. Kise hasn't said a word yet; she's sitting on the bench still clothed in her sweaty uniform and shaking slightly, he can't tell from which pain.
Wordlessly Moriyama drops onto his knees in front of her and begins to inspect her injured leg, careful not to place too much pressure where he knows it'll hurt. For once he doesn't use the chance to admire Kise's lovely long legs and Kasamatsu thinks it's a testament to how far Kaijou has come as a team. Nakamura offers the injured girl his sports drink, Hayakawa draped a towel over Kise's shoulders and he sees how the brunette's hand gives her strong shoulders a comforting squeeze. Kobori sits on her left close enough so that their shoulders touched, silently offering his strength.
Kise looks up at them and there's a small, warm, watery smile-no flashy teeth or new shiny lip gloss, and he thinks that smile is her prettiest one yet. There is a softness and love in her sunny eyes as her gaze sweeps over them, "I'm sorry." Kise knows that she would never love any other group of boys as much as she loves these boys.
Kaijou stiffens at the silent apology. No we're sorry we weren't strong enough. Thank you, you fought so hard for us. We'll be better next time.
When Kasamatsu is left alone in the locker room, eyes burning with hot regret, he swears that next time Kaijou would win. They would be strong enough to hold their own alongside their ace.
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"…Wow, Atsushi cleans up nice." Okamura stated looking at Murasakibara in surprise; he'd never seen her look so…well like a girl. It was almost frightening because the sixteen year old has never shown any feminine inclinations. He suddenly felt very undressed in his simple blue collared shirt and tan dress pants.
"You look pretty Atsushi." Himuro complemented (he ignored Lui who rose an eyebrow at him, just because he didn't want to admit that they had a beautiful girl on their team didn't mean that Himuro had to ignore) in the same way a scientist stated an undisputable fact. Okamura wasn't wrong; it was almost surreal to see that instead of wearing gym cloths or the schools uniform.
Atsushi was wearing a nice black pleated skirt that stopped above her knees and a rich deep purple camisole that (quite well) accented her (he suspected she was a D) breast, a simple black mini vest over the camisole. Her hair that usually hung around her face without restraint was tied up in a loose bun while her bangs parted to the side of her face instead of in front. The outfit finished with a simple pair of flats. "You look pretty too Muro-chin."
It's said with the simplicity and honesty befitting a small child and Himuro can't hold it against her, unlike the other people who joke about his feminine face (he tends to punch them). He fells kind of warm and fuzzy inside. "Thank you. Ready for dinner?"
She nods eagerly (always when food is involved) and doesn't think twice when she takes his offered arm and he leads her towards the restaurant where the team decides to take Fukui for his birthday (ergo the reason they dressed nice). He ignores the envious looks (hahaha) sent his way; Murasakibara would never accept any of their arms, just his.
He preens a little.
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"What's so funny?" Aomine narrows her eyes suspiciously at Imayoshi (the snake), who only gave her his usual coy smile. "Nothing, just thinking about that match with Josei." Aomine bristles at the memory, that stupid boy, she forgot his name, he was weak, had the balls to actually sneak a peek at Aomine while she changed her shirt before the match. She'd never seen Wakamatsu so red-faced and Susa had accidently crushed his sport's drink can and Sakurai looked at the Josei first year like one would a dead man. Imayoshi's eyes actually opened, no one had been so brazen to actually look at Touou's Aomine Daiki undress (he was impressed at least, doing that sort of thing took guts), not even them.
Instead of punching the guy out, like they (hoped, it would be funny) expected her to do, she simply grinned sharply. By this point Momoi was hovering next to Aomine in case he had to restrain her if this was a ruse and she was going to attack the guy. And through the one minute tense talk their ace just looked pleasantly at Narumi (idiot looked too happy about her reaction) they let him go back to his team's locker room unpunished.
Then the match came several minutes later.
Aomine had never seemed so vicious and fast in any of their past games, the match ended long before the buzzer sounded at the end of the 4th quarter, 170-39.
Aomine rolls her eyes at him and turns her back to him and slinks off to her roof top napping place, Imayoshi laughed behind her, "Instead of making fun of me maybe you should use the time to practice more!" She called back and the bespeckled guy just laughed more.
Stupid, warped snake.
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Mibuchi is squirming under his captain's stare, he'd been fully prepared to ask Akashi something of importance but now that he was in front of her, he couldn't do it. "What is it Reo?" She implores patiently, but he can see the growing impatience and if there's one thing you never did, it was try Akashi Seijuro's patience. "Sei-chan, want to go shopping with us?" Akashi blinks and looks over to see Nebuya and Hayama and surprisingly Mayuzumi (he avoided his juniors as much as possible), this isn't what she expected. Old memories of shopping with her old teammates (usually forced by Kise) fluttered in her heart.
She supposed this could also be their way of welcoming her (not that she needed it), but she could appreciate the gesture. Who knows, it could be fun and entertaining. "I accept your invitation." And soon Nebuya is carrying all of their bags 9happily showing of his muscles to the public) Mibuchi and Hayama are talking to her from both sides and Mayuzumi trails behind them, observing every move and word, occasionally offering his own word here and there.
She remembers echoes of Teiko.
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"C'mon Shin-chan, I promise it won't be bad." Takao looked imploringly at her, a brush and two hair ties looped around his wrist. She pushed her glasses up and gives him a hard look, her shoulders unusually stiff and he knows that the reason Midorima hasn't pushed him away is because she's considering him. "Fine. But it's only because my shoulder's hurt and I don't want to overextend them." She turns her back to him, tall and straight and so strong, but he can see the slight flush in her cheeks from his angle.
He knows it's from embarrassment, but he wisely decides not to bring it up. "Of course." Soon he's engrossed in running his fingers through her long, straight dark hair that reached her mid back (he's dreamed so many times of touching her hair and it's so worth it). He expertly weaves and manipulates her hair into Midorima's customary braided, pig-tails, and was much too soon done.
Midorima gives him an approving nod, "This is good, and where did you learn?" He beams, hard not to, it's unheard of for Midorima to give compliments. And Takao knows he's one of the privileged few who got them, "I have a little sister, I learned to do her hair and stuff." Midorima says nothing after that Takao bicycles the shooter home.
From the corner of his eyes, he sees Midorima finger one of her braids thoughtfully.
I'm not quite sure yet about the parings, if I did include which ones do you guys suggest? I can't promise that they'll happen, but you never know. Let me know what you think in your reviews please.
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