Kuroko no Basket x Reader One Shots

Takao x Reader [Collaboration]

(F/n)'s POV

"What am I doing wrong?" I continued to scroll furiously on my phone, seeing the dozens and possibly hundreds of mediocre stories in the xreader hashtag, all ranked much higher than mine. The statistics were ridiculous on them and I mentally compared the ones that I saw against my own stories, numbers I had religiously memorized.

I set my phone facedown on the table and slumped my shoulders, burying my face into my arms as I sighed.

"What's wrong, (F/n)-chan?" My best friend Takao Kazunari next to me asked. It was currently lunchtime and he was munching on some noodles, no doubt some cheap ramen he bought from the convenience store a few days ago. He had an addiction to it. Last time I went to his house he had an entire cabinet filled with different types of ramen. His favourite was beef though.

I just grunted in response and raised my head. "Where's Shin-chan?" I asked. The ever present green haired shooting guard of the basketball team was missing for the second day in a row.

"He's still sick," Takao said, slurping his noodles. "His mom wanted him to stay home."

"I wouldn't be surprised if you got him sick," I scoffed, remembering how he had been sick earlier this week.

"That's mean. So what's up with you?"

"I. . . started a new fanfiction and I've been posting it on this app I know," I explained to him, swiping on my phone to show him the orange and white app my entire life seemed to revolve around. "It's called Wattpad."

Takao snickered, his eyes gleaming mischievously and I groaned. "Why on earth did I let you read my old fanfics?" I knew he was remembering the days in middle and early high school where I went on a writing spree, writing idea after idea in Google Docs and having many discarded or poorly written stories. I wanted to burn with shame at how bad my writing used to be. But after nearly four years, shouldn't my writing be good enough now?

"You definitely had some wild ideas (F/n)-chan." He chuckled.

"Shut up Takao!" I huffed. "I was still learning. You can't blame me."

"Gomen," he said, scratching the back of his neck and looking back at me. "You were saying? What about your new story?"

"My story is an ex reader," I said. Seeing the confused look on his face I quickly added, "It's a self insert story basically. Kind of like an otome game."

"Oh, so what's the problem with that then?" He asked.

I gripped my phone tightly, the anger from just a few minutes ago returning. "It's just that there's so many unskilled people writing terrible stories! How do they have more views than I do?!"

Takao's POV

Oh crap. . . I sweatdropped, immediately regretting what I said to (F/n). She was fuming, the fiery temper of hers I hadn't seen since the end of middle school seemed to have reawakened in her. I'm so dead.

"May-Maybe their stories are just better than yours?" I said before I could stop myself. Oh god I just made it worse. If I was dead before then I was going to get slaughtered now.

But (F/n) didn't yell at me. Maybe she had gotten a grip on her temper after all. Instead she just sighed and jammed her phone back in her pocket. She grabbed her journal, an unassuming marble notebook that she was always writing in and said, "I'm going to the library." before walking off, leaving me to finish my lunch by myself.

The next day was no better, the only difference being that Midorima was back in school having recovered from his fever.

(F/n) continued to brood in silence over her problems but she kept writing in her notebook, whether it be a quick sentence in the middle of our math class or whole paragraphs during gym, not even batting an eye even when a basketball came dangerously close to hitting her.