Genderbent!AkaFuri requested by anonymous on tumblr

Kiku didn't believe Seijūrō when she started going on about trying to play basketball on the school team. Naturally; her skills were far from polished and tended to result in the rest of the team having to pull more than their own weight when they were playing street basketball.

"No, Kiku, you're holding yourself back." Seijūrō crossed her arms (Kiku was not staring at her breasts; that would have been inappropriate). "At least practice as if you want to."

"Have you thought that maybe I don't want to?" That was a lie.

"That's a lie."

Damn.

Kiku scuffed her shoe on the ground and tried not to glare at her girlfriend for knowing how to read her so easily. "It doesn't make a difference anyway. I'm not like you, Sei."

"Don't think that it's natural talent that got me anywhere, Kiku. I worked hard." She passed a basketball to Kiku. "Come on. Try to pass me."

Kiku was never as good at reading Seijūrō as she was at reading her, but she was pretty sure that wasn't entirely the truth. Seijūrō exuded confidence and self-surety which made anyone more comfortable following her than standing against her. Meanwhile, Kiku…

She saw the way Kiku's golden eye glowed slightly and her arm froze. The ball bounced away from her.

"Kiku?"

"It's nothing."

"Hmm." She put her head to one side slightly before undoing her hair from the ponytail. "If you really want we can stop for now."

Kiku was pretty sure that what she should be thinking about now was something philosophical about how working hard was a reward and a privilege or something about there being more stars in the sky than grains of sand on a beach, but instead she just stared, slightly dumbstruck, at Seijūrō.

Her beauty had been one of the first things Kiku had noticed about her, after all. The meeting just before the Winter Cup with the Generation of Miracles was a blur, except for those beautiful eyes that Kiku only wanted to land on her, at the same time as being terrified at the prospect. She actually was still terrified whenever Seijūrō looked at her that she would notice her flaws and realise what a massive mistake she'd made. On her best days, Kiku was slightly above average in all ways. Seijūrō was nothing less than stunning at all times and in all respects.

"What you really need to do is strengthen your thigh muscles, see." Seijūrō looked at her with a spark in her eye.

"What?"

"Strengthening your thigh muscles will let you move better." Kiku yelped when her hand went up her skirt to stroke her thigh and looked over her shoulder at their group, groaning when she saw both Aomine and Kagami watching them with wide eyes, Aomine with his mouth open.

She didn't always mind this part of Seijūrō. In fact, in private she rather enjoyed it, but in public in front of the boys… "I'm going to start wearing trousers," she threatened when even trying to slap her hand away didn't work. When she tried to back away Seijūrō took hold of the hem of her skirt.

"Don't think that'll stop me," she said with a grin.