Kuroko no Basket X Reader One Shots

Akashi Seijuro- Symphony

Your family was made up of music freaks. Your parents were both prodigies in piano, flute, trumpet and guitar.

Your brother got accepted into the most prestigious music academy in Japan and your little sister whom is seven years old can already play the viola perfectly.

Naturally you were born a prodigy but you didn't necessarily like music.

You lost inspiration for music after your fourteenth birthday. You could play almost any piece in front of you and got bored of constantly hearing classical music blasting throughout the house.

"(Y/N)!" your mum (or mom, forgive me I am British) called up the stairs,

"Yeah?"you answered making your way to the top of the stairs,

"Me and you father got invited to a symphony tonight by the Akashi's, do you want to go with us?"

You didn't really want to go. You always felt yourself dozing off during classical performances.

"Not really"

"Oh come on, these guys are meant to be absolutely amazing, maybe it'll inspire you again, also you get to dress up all fancy"

She got you there. You loved dressing up.

"Ugh, fine"

"Yes" she squealed and ran off to get herself ready.

You sighed and shook your head, going to your closet to pick out something to wear.

You flung the doors open scanning the variety of dresses in many different colours. You pulled out two long dresses.

One was a peachy pink colour encrusted in crystals and large amounts of beading across the bodice. The skirt was long and floaty but you just felt like something was missing.

The other dress was a deep red. It had long sleeves and clung to the curves of your body and flowed out down towards your feet. It had a scooped back down to the top of your tail bone.

You fell in love with the dress fixing yourself a red lip to go with it.

You fixed your (H/C) hair into a braided chignon bun and pulled out a few strays.

After applying some perfume you studied yourself in the long mirror. For once in your life you felt elegant and mature.

"(Y/N) it's time to go!"

You carefully walk down the stairs trying not to trip on your dress.

Your mum was dressed in a sparkly, sliver gown accompanied by curled hair and her favourite diamond earrings. The perks of being a rich girl.

"You look beautiful, sweetheart" she hands you a pair of white stilettos which you slip on and you proceed to head to the car.

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The concert hall was bustling. Full of noble looking men in suits and pointy shoes. Beautiful women in long gowns and expensive jewellery and young up and coming prodigies dancing around in their little party frocks and mini-suits.