Title: Everyday Incidents

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Riko is pleased to have another girl on the team. Kuroko is not the kind of girl to gossip about the latest fashion or preferences in boys and Riko is fine with that because they could share a love of cute things and basketball and their rowdy teammates. When she first assesses Kuroko's stats her eyes drifted to her chest first and felt a pang of jealousy because this little girl is barely out of middle school and she's bigger than her (and still growing)! But… that wasn't important now! What mattered are her stats…which for a Generation of Miracle are…way to low.

But Kuroko lives up to her name as the Phantom Sixth Man of the Generation of Miracles. She's a genius in her own right and Riko is more than impressed by her unshakable will and determination to accomplish her goals. Right away she notices that while Kuroko plays for Seirin, it doesn't feel like she's truly theirs. Kuroko is detached at her worst and unexpressive at her best, she plays for Seirin, but she passes for Teiko. Everything Kuroko does is for Teiko, for the Generation of Miracles. For the sake of repairing broken bonds, for reinstating a love that's been tainted with too much victory.

As much as it bothered her, there was nothing any one could do. They can't make Kuroko like Seirin or tell her to stop worrying over her old teammates.

But at some point Kuroko begins to truly play with Seirin.

Riko's not sure when, but she notices that Kuroko was more open; willing to participate in conversations versus staying quite until she decided to reveal her presence. The blunette smiled more often (it was a minute quirk of her lips, but still a smile) and the cold, emotionlessness of her eyes began to gradually warm into twin orbs of blue swarming with emotions. Slowly, the shards of Teiko are being removed from her heart and the wounds once raw were being healed. And Riko took great pride that it was Seirin and not the Generation of Miracles who were managing to pull Kuroko from the shadows and into the light.

And before her eyes Kuroko transformed.

She was no longer Kuroko Tetsuya the Phantom Sixth Man of Teiko, the sixth member of the Generation of Miracles.

She was Kuroko Tetsuya of Seirin.

And unlike Teiko, they wouldn't let her go.

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"Atsushi…" Himuro called out hesitantly, it's been several minutes and Murasakibara hasn't moved or said anything. She's staring intently at his face, swollen and splashed with black and blues of forming bruises. And Atsushi is silent. Too silent and calm, out of character for her and it's honestly terrifying him.

There is no telling what the center will do and he isn't sure if he'll be able to stop her if she did decide to do anything. "Who did it Muro-chin?" Her large hand is warm and gentle as she carefully tilted his head to the side inspecting the bruises. If the circumstances were different Himuro would sigh in content, but maybe this was the silver lining in this situation. Both her hands settled on his face and turned his face upward until he was looking into a pair of calm, angry amethyst eyes (they sparkled so brightly that he wouldn't mind looking at them forever), "Who did it?" Her lazy drawl was gone, replaced by a rigged anger that he knew wouldn't be controlled for much longer.

"Someone named Haizaki, she-"

"I'll crush her stupid head." His blood froze, he's heard the threat so many times that it shouldn't have mattered but this was different-he could read the intent in her eyes; they were violent and so full of emotion that it was disorienting, he's never seen so much emotion in Murasakibara's eyes. It was frightening. He grabbed one of her hands (it was shaking, suppressed rage?), she looked back at him and she could have easily pushed him away (the only bad thing about her height). And it was only because he was injured that she probably didn't, "Your friend Kise that she'd take responsibility in beating her."

A tense silence.

"…Fine." He released the breath he didn't realize he was holding, Himuro was surprised that she actually conceded revenge, not that he would complain. Anything was better than watching Atsushi confront that violent girl. "Let's go." And before he knew it Murasakibara began to lead him in the direction of the locker rooms, he was too tired to question her, deciding to let her lead him. The locker room was empty by the time they reached it and Atsushi led him to the closest bench and turned her back to him to rummage in her sports bag (had she had it the whole time?).

He winced slightly when he felt something wet and cold being pressed into his face, "Sorry." The pressure of the cold towel lessened and he finally allowed himself to relax. He chanced a glance at the tall girl's face and was surprised to see that despite her usually dispassionate look, there were still some traces of anger in her eyes, her broad shoulders tense. "Are you okay Atsushi?"

"You're the one hurt not me." Answered Murasakibara somewhat stiffly.

"Not true, you overextended your legs during the match. We need to get that checked out by the way." He could feel the throbbing from the bruises now, it really hurt (he's never known another girl other than Alex that could hit that hard). He must have flinched or something because her eyes softened. "Stupid, you got beat up." She paused and her cheeks seemed to flush a bit, "I don't like it when Muro-chin hurts." She finally mumbled and he felt his chest warm at Atsushi's confession.

Himuro couldn't help but smile warmly, "Thank you Atsushi, you're very sweet." And to his delight she huffed and flushed just a little more. Really, Murasakibara was too cute for words.

"Whatever, let's go home."

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Ootsubo blinked, rubbed his eyes roughly and stared disbelievingly. Miyaji spluttered and nearly choked on his water. Kimura actually dropped the pineapple slice he'd been munching on. Midorima pointly pushed her glasses up while looking away from them while her face burned red, her left hand clamped onto Takao's right hand. "Morning senpai~ Why the faces?" He chirped, undisturbed by their disbelieving stares, casually swinging his and Midorima's hands lightly. "Takao don't swing our hands!" The green-haired girl scolded automatically, but tightening her grip on the smaller teen's hand.

"But Shin-chan just holding hands in boring. Besides, you said that I can do whatever I want with your hand in 'compensation for the inconvenience this creates'." He argued lightly, a smile nearly splitting his face in two. Her face flushed even darker in response,"F-Fool! Don't say embarrassing things like that! People will get the wrong idea!" She attempted to push her glasses up again only to realize that she already did.

"Too late. What's the deal with you freshman?" Miyaji demanded, still unsure if he was actually seeing Midorima (stick in the mud, proper behavior Midorima) willingly holding hands with Takao. Both Ootsubo and Kimura were staring at Takao hard and if it wasn't for the fact that Takao was standing so close to Midorima than he would have ripped them apart and demand why (he had no problem if they were dating, but that didn't stop him from worrying. Midorima was his teammate and it was his job to make sure no one messed with her. Even if the one messing with her was also his teammate).

Midorima fixed them with a glare, "Do not get the wrong impression. This contact is necessary because Oha-Asa predicted that my best luck would come from physically holding Scorpio close today." Takao raised an eyebrow, "Aww Shin-chan, why do you have to ruin the fun~? It's okay to tell them the truth-Oww! Don't crush my hand!" The blue-steel eyed boy whined, pouting up at the bespeckled girl.

"How are you supposed to hold hands during practice? What about taking notes for your classes?" Kimura added, "Those are reasonable concerns that this fool also shares. Since he cannot leave my side, I want Takao to practice alongside me for today," Ootsubo's eyes began to narrow in warning, "In exchange; I will forfeit my three wishes for today." She added quickly, monster or not, even she wasn't willing to deal with her sempai's wrath. Ootsubo glanced at the Coach and when he simply nodded his consent the captain sighed, "Fine, Takao stay with Midorima for today." Midorima's lips twitched minutely into a satisfied smile in response, "Thank you."

"What about classes?" asked Miyaji trying to imagine Takao attempting to take notes with his left hand and how their classmates would react to seeing the two freshman holding hands during lecture. It was kinda funny to think about. But mostly disturbing. "Shin-chan's letting me copy her notes later, I'll have perfect grades for once!"

"Good, now everyone get dressed for practice!" The Coach ordered when no one made a move towards the lockers for several minutes.

"Why are you all standing out here?" Ootsubo glanced at Miyaji and Kimura who were surprisingly not practicing but also standing with the rest of the team who were watching the entrance to the girl's locker room with weary anticipation. "Well you said that Takao had to stay with Midorima today…so you know…" A second-stringer waved his hand towards the room and it's only a few moments before he catches the meaning and he cursed under his breath.

"Lucky bastard." Someone comments jealously and if wasn't for the fact that he knew Midorima wouldn't outright murder anyone who dared to peek at her and that even Takao knew to not cross that line and that he had a semblance of respect for the fact that their ace was a girl then he would have quadrupled the idiot's drills for the week.

"God damn freshman." He mutters, headache already announcing it arrival.

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