Kuroko No Basket × Reader Oneshots

💖"That's your name right?"

"I don't understand why I have to have my hair up like this." I deadpanned, staring at my reflection. Though I'll never admit that I liked having my hair up like this, it's quite humiliating to go out there and perform a routine. For you to visualize it, think about sailor moon's buns.

All my seniors only squealed, taking an endless amount of pictures. "HAD I KNOWN YOU'D LOOK THIS CUTE I WOULD'VE DONE IT A LONG TIME AGO!" Yumi-senpai squealed.

"It may sound far-fetched, but you've got fans waiting outside.'" Taichi added, changing into his uniform.

"As if, I'll be back in time for the routine." I jumped off my chair and walked out as I put my coat over me.

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Unbeknownst to her, Yurika and the rest of the team looked at each other with smirks across their faces. They begged their captain to design a new routine that'd give her a solo part and keep her in the center. They knew the level of admiration [Y/n] got from everyone in the school. She just had to see for herself and realize that she was just as popular as Himuro.

And all of them hoped that her routine and fans will teach him a lesson that she is no one to be played with.

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I watched him play with all the strength he had. Back then, I'd find myself drooling over his arms and the sneak peeks of his torso. Now, it's nothing new. That feeling of admiration has faded away and I no longer believe that he's what everyone makes him be. They say that he should've been the captain.

But if he really had punched Murasakibara, then he doesn't even deserve their praisings.

On top of that, I no longer felt that same excitement that I felt before when I saw the notification on my phone. Was I that blind?

"A cute girl like you shouldn't be this sad."

I looked up to see the captain of the swim team staring right back at me with one corner of his mouth turned upright. "Hello." I greeted.

"Hey, [Y/n]." I've talked to him before and when he used his horrible pick up lines on me, I've sworn on something that I'll forget his name and existence. That happened when I first entered the University's gates.

If my guess is right then I won't be humialiated. "I'm sorry Mikoshiba-san, I'm not interested in your pickup lines or anything related to that." I walked past him, realizing that it's fifteen minutes before my performance.

"Isn't that the same with him?"

I stopped. Does he know? I looked at him again, this time with my eyes furrowed.

"I mean I'm not guessing or anything, but there are people who aren't worth wasting all your strenght and effort on. Don't really know how your relationship works, but I'll just lay it out for you. You're too strong for anyone to handle, verbally I mean and your partner should only make you stronger, not weaken you with doubt and what not."

Despite the tone of his voice, those words were strong enough to be called my wake up call even if he didn't mean it. "Who am I to tell you? You're literally the scariest person I've met." He laughed. He walked to me and pat my head. "Good luck for your performance."

"Thank you very much, Seijuro. That's your name, right?"

"Umpf!" He looked at me with eyes wide. Maybe it was an insult to him. "All this time you- nevermind that." He ran off to his friends who were waving behind me.

When I looked down on the court I saw senpai and the others lining up. "Crap!" I yelled now running down the steps. The soles of my shoes were gonna fall off as I make my way down if I go any faster now. "Crap, crap." Was the only word I knew. I wasn't cursing anyone of anything, I was cursing at myself!

I ran faster, imagining mom running behind me with a wooden stick in her hand. Who knew that running away from her would help me in a situation like this. When I ran to the corner I saw Himuro and his ex against the wall. "IT'S NOT WHAT IT-" His words didn't have an effect on me, probably because I was late and senpai was dying to have my head on a platter if I'm a minute late.

But I didn't miss the sly smirk she threw at me when I ran past them and entered the court.

"And now Tokyo University's Cheerleading team."

I allowed myself to slump my shoulders down and look at everyone sitting in the bleachers, waiting for the music to begin. All of them came to watch me. Now that's something far-fetched. In my years of performing, I realized that real smiles will naturally come to me after days of strenuous training. I didn't need someone to make me smile like how I'm smiling today.

I'm worth more than his sugar-coated words.

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I slipped my jacket on, slung my bag over and bid them goodbye and told them that I'll be joining them for lunch tomorrow. Why does my head hurt after most of our performances? Senpai said that it was because of the adrenaline rush and the music that caused this.

"Heading to my dorm, Taichi."

"See ya tomorrow." We bumped our fists as we parted ways.

As I walked the empty corridors, I hummed to myself. Everyone was inside for the last minutes of the game, hoping to see their beloved Himuro score the school's winning point. It's quite amusing how when I caught them in such an intimate position had no effect on me at all. If there's something greater than not understanding Himuro, it's understanding myself.

And once again I walked past her, sitting on the bench in front of the vending machine. She had that smirk when I ran past them earlier. Maybe she thought that I'd be scared of her, she looks constipated with that smirk on.

"Himuro never moved on from his ex. He's as loyal as ever."

I heard her annoyed 'tsk' follow me when I ignored her, going on my own path. "Are you jealous?" She teased, walking behind me in a taunting way.

I on;y continued to walk forward, ignoring her. It's people like her who think that they're the dominant ones when there's a handful of people (me) who know better than to waste their time talking to them. I hissed when her nails dug into my skin she yelled, "HEY!" Annoyed that I wasn't paying her any attention. I elbowed her without even looking at her, hoping that I hit her nose.

I paid attention to Seijuro running towards me.

"That was an amazing performance!" He panted, stopping right in front of me. I held one hand, asking him to wait for me and turned to glare at her.

"I don't even remember your name and I have a pounding headache so leave me alone. I have no time to deal with an uncivilized swine like you."

I turned back to him and smiled. "Thank you very much, Se- Mikoshiba-kun."

"Can I walk you to your dorm room?"

I reluctantly nodded. I would've not said yes that if it weren't for my headache. I mean what if I pass out. The ground beneath me felt like swaying. "That'd be lovely. But only until my dorm building."