kuroko no basket x reader one shots

why cant you want me like the other girls do? (kise)

y/n's pov

yeah i'll say it, i hate kise ryōta. i've hated him since middle school. i hate how girls flock around him, i hate how good he is at everything, i hate his stupid pretty face. kise is arrogant and irritating. i will never EVER be caught dead spending time with him.

3rd person pov

    y/n is sitting at her desk with her headphones in lost in her own world, completely oblivious to the blond basketball player burning holes into the side of her head. he was infatuated with her and he didn't know why. maybe it was the way she ignored him and treated him like he wasn't there? or the fact that she was so intelligent and beautiful without even trying? whatever it was he just had to talk to her. "hey y/n - cchi," "what do you want kise?" "oh come on y/n - cchi why do you have to be so mean?" "because i don't like you."

kise's pov

    what can i do to get your attention? why don't you love me like my fan girls? "don't worry y/n - cchi soon you will." if she wont love me now i'll just have to convince her.

y/n's pov

    what a prick. i turn my music up loud so i can't be interrupted anymore. i open my book, love story by erich segal,and start reading. oh to have a love like theirs. the bell rings signaling the end of the school day. i pack my bag and start heading to the door when i see kise and his fan girls swarming around him. i roll my eyes and keep walking feeling him staring at me as i go. what's his deal? as i lie in bed i can't help replaying the events that took place in class today, then i get a phone call. my grandmother has been re-admitted to the hospital. i thought she was supposed to be better but her condition worsened. i cant lose her, she means everything to me.

time skip - next day

    after what happened last night i've been a nervous wreck. i couldn't sleep, i couldn't eat, i can't do anything. i got to class and put in my headphones, attempting to calm my racing mind. my friends try to get my attention and ask if i'm okay, but i ignore them out of fear of breaking down. as soon as class ended i rushed to the rooftop to try and console myself. i sat against the wall with my knees to my chest when i heard the door open and close. i didn't bother looking, if i'm being honest i didn't really care all i wanted was for my grandma to be okay. then i heard a voice say, "hey, are you okay?" i turn around to see kise looking at me with nothing but sincerity and worry written across his face. that's when i lost it. i grabbed his shirt and started sobbing. he held me tight, rubbing my back as he consoled me. from that day on i learned to tolerate and maybe even like kise.

    after that day we started to hangout as friends. i watched his basketball games, i took him to my favorite park, he made me play street ball with him, and i showed him my fairy garden. he was there for me when my grandma died, he was there for the good, the bad, and the ugly. we became good friends and i couldn't ask for more. tonight kise took me to see the lights, and they were beautiful. then he took a picture of me, "why'd you do that?" "i don't know" he said, "it just felt right." i smiled and felt heat rise to my cheeks. why is this happening to me? we were almost to my house when he stopped me and took my hand, "y/n i must ask you something." he stares at me with those dazzling eyes and i'm at a loss for words. i nod so he knows to continue. "why can't you want me like the other girls do?" my heart stops. "they stare at me while i stare at you." "kise." i whisper, "i do want you, i have always wanted you." as soon as those words left my mouth he kissed me, and he tasted like home. he pulled away and looked at me with those eyes, once again those dazzling eyes, and grabbed my hand and started walking me home. i may not know what feels like, but i think it may feel something like this.

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sorry this is kinda short lol but i liked this idea.
i took inspiration from the song crave you by flight facilities.
anyways enjoy!

• elvira •