Kuroko No Basket × Reader Oneshots

💖Symphony no. 03

"Maybe he just doesn't like rock music that much," Shunsui added to the list of possible reasons why Midorima would say such insulting words at her. "Nonetheless it was his loss. If you were to confess to me, I'd marry you in a heartbeat."

[Y/n], unfazed the entire time Shunsui was talking, suddenly came to a halt midway of the piece she was practicing. She looked at him with disgust all over her face. "Excuse me?"

"NOTHING!" He shrieked, scooting over to the piano. He looked up at the picture frames around the room. Not one frame didn't consist of Kaori. All the others were news articles of her performances. His attention drifted back to [Y/n]. "You told the press that you're retiring after the competition five years ago, but you never really stopped didn't ya? "

"Overseas yes, Domestic no."

"Why so?"

"Kaori wouldn't be in the audience watching me if I were to perform here I'd breakdown midway. After years of maintaining a stoic face in performances, I don't wanna lose it all."

"And yet you cried for a boy who had unrequited feelings for you when you could've been crying over your dead friend."

He knew he sounded insensitive and that he went far when he saw the annoyance in her eyes. "You're an asshole."

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[Y/n] walked the halls with music sheets pressed against her chest. Her boot made loud clacking sounds with every step she took and echoed through the halls. She could be at home practicing, but there was just something the school music room had that any practice room could recreate.

She stopped herself from barging in when she heard someone else paying the piano. Being a hypocrite she thought, "Who the hell's skipping class to play the piano?" She peeped in between the small crack the door had. The green hair undoubtedly belonged to Midorima.

It was immature how she wanted to find a mistake in the way he played, but the music he produced paralyzed her on the spot. She was unaware of the tears that were flowing out of her eyes. Music truly is a sensation one can understand and not understand at the same time. When he opened his eyes she took it as her cue to leave and go to the other music room.

"How can I move on from you when you continue to amaze me, Midorima?" She took a left turn to enter the girl's toilet. She wiped her tears and smiled sorrowfully.

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Her mother styled her hair to the side and then clipped it to the side with her treasured hairpin. It was the one Kaori had gifted to her the before she died. "There are heirs competing as well today, [Y/n]." She said trying to get her daughter in the competitive spirit. Yet it failed.

She nodded and said no words, afraid that she might break down if she spoke.

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She didn't understand why she threw him a smile. Maybe it was the spirit of the competition. She heaved a heavy sigh and lifted up her hand to play the opening notes. As she played her mind drifted off the cafe she and Kaori would hang out after school.

"Got anything interesting to tell me?" She asked, digging in her parfait.

"There's a boy named Shintaro . . . and I like him."

"He's a jerk, [Y/n]. You can do much better."

"But kao-chan."

"ATHLETES ARE ONLY BLOCK-HEADED BASTARDS."

She imagined how she'd get yelled at for playing with no emotion. And with a heavy sigh, she'd say, "Do child prodigies lose all their emotions when they grow up?"

As the song came to an end, her fingers slowed down and she opened her eyes to face the audience with a sorrowful smile. She expected that she'd see her parents but all that she saw was Kaori smiling at her. The auditorium was replaced with white clouds and blue skies.

"You did well today, [Y/n]-chan." She heard her say when the piece reached its end.

She received a standing ovation and she walked to the center and bowed down. She searched for Kaori in the room only to have her heart be stabbed with disappointment.

Her shoulders and Midorima's shoulders bumped against each other when she returned backstage and when it was his time to perform. She stopped dead n her tracks. "You okay?" Shunsui asked, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. He looked over her shoulder and then smirked.

"You wanna see him fall to pieces huh?"

"I'd like to watch him." She answered in a firm tone, turning her back on Shunsui to watch him play, not caring about the red-haired violinist.

They were exactly the same piece she made sure she delivered hers with the right amount of emotion. Yet she never knew why his delivery of notes was more 'powerful'. She slowly brought a hand up to her cheek and smiled when she realized that she was reduced to tears.

Soon her muffled sobs resonated with the piano and the violin as they played Chopin's ballad no. 01 in G minor. Her manager had to guide her to the empty seats nearby to calm her down. Their words of comfort fell on her deaf ears.

"I'd like to take a walk around the area." She announced, standing up with the blanket still around her.

"Where would you like to go, [Y/n]?" Shunsui asked.

"I'd like to be alone."

"But the results . . ."

"To hell with the results."

She breezed past Akashi, knowing that he was judging her with his heterochromic eyes judging her.