Kuroko No Basket × Reader Oneshots

She likes paper stuff: Kagami Taiga

Was it because of the season again?

Summer sadness perhaps.

Or the fact that their second final year was coming to an end?

The chirpy writer began entering classes with a grim look on her face. Like she was forced to exist and inhabited a sorry excuse of a human body. Only every day.  She only nodded to whatever they said, forcing herself to agree on something even when she didn't want to.

It'd be stupid if she thought that no one ever noticed the sudden drop in her mood. But she was convinced that no one did.

Kagami was worried the most.

She barely smiled or giggled at all. Her head was always buried in her arms.

"What was going on with his favorite writer?"

--

"And because we survived one whole year for the third time, here's a toast to us." Cheered Fukui, underneath the campus' sakura tree. He raised his paper cup, careful not to spill any of the orange juice.

"KAGAMI!" Shouted Fukui when he jogged past them. "Come join us."

"But I have practice."

"You can skip practice, but not this." Hiyori cut off already pouring him a cup of orange juice.

He sat down beside [Y/n], hoping that she'd talk to him like that one time in the train. "Thank you for inviting me."

"So," clapped Yamada. "Summer vacation plans. What do you have in mind? I'll start. My parents will make me help out in the hardware store for two months straight. I'm gonna spend time at the arcade by the time I'm done."

They subjected them to torment by staring at him. He sighed, hanging his head down. "I'm still working on my manga, okay."

"I'll be at the hospital!" Hiyori exclaimed. Even when her tone was happy, she still sounded like she was about to fall asleep. "My sister's expecting twins and her husband's abroad."

They gasped followed by a series of congratulations.

"What about you, Kagami?"

"I'm going to America."

"Bring us gifts!" They exclaimed in unison. 

"And you'll be surrounded with different flavors of women and their-"

"YAMADA STOP!" Fukui yelled.

Kagami nervously laughed, "I'll just play street ball with my friends."

"[Y/n]," Hiyori spoke, touching her. "What about you? Re you gonna be okay without us?"

Her lip quivered. Finally, she letting her emotions flow freely. She calmly set her cup down and the tears came flowing down one after another. Though they couldn't see it, she bowed her head down to save her dignity. She brought up a shaking hand to wipe her face. "It's getting bad again." She sobbed, feeling like the world pushed her into her pit of misery.

"And you think we wouldn't notice."

"Should I be here?" Kagami whispered. He was confused.

"No," Yamada ate his share of pasta. "Just wait, after this, she'll start being her hyperactive self again."

Kagami awkwardly pushed a bowl of pasta towards her. His way of showing concern.

--

"Kagami-kun if Fukui knew you were following me like a perverted stalker, he'd be very furious." Said Hiyori, arm stretching out to hold Kagami's collar behind her. "So, walk with me instead. He's not the jealous type." She strayed him away from the crowd and entered a grocery store. "I'm buying groceries as you can tell."

He only followed her like how Nigou followed Kuroko.

"What  . . .  what does [Y/n] like?"

Inspecting the row of raw fish she nonchalantly listed off the things [Y/n] was most likely to hoard on.

Manga and books were difficult. He didn't want to ask her what genre she liked. Otherwise, his secret plans would be revealed.

 So he settled for the stationery items Hiyori listed.

In the vegetable aisle, he asked where she lived and about her family. Again, Hiyori spoke endlessly. It all took one trip to know her life growing up and her family's background. Her parents' occupations. Her siblings' grades and at what schools.

And finally, when they walked out of the grocery store, he asked her, "What did [Y/n] mean when she said that it was getting bad again?"

"Oh," in her face, flashed a moment of panic. She shook her head. "I'm her best friend, I can't rat her worries to you. That'd be treason. It's more of a family related thing. I'm sorry."

What an irony for the things she told him earlier.

"No," he shook his head, bowing. "Thank you very much, really."

"Don't you want to eat grilled fish with my sister tonight?" She asked, holding up her grocery bag. He was already running to the station to even hear her ask him.

--

Unlike Himuro who was packing at his place, Kagami was out with paper gift hands burning red marks into his hands as he confidently marched to the [L/n] household. Somehow it was dark not hearing her spit out wisdom and on the spot poems. He was starved that . . . he had nothing artistic to hear. And he missed being called 'Taiga-chan'. Every time he thought about her calling out his name-and imagining her saying in different situations- his mind went into a frenzy. 

Walking to a traditional Japanese villa protected by steel bar gates and plants, he hesitantly brought up his hand to ring her doorbell.

"MOM!"

She can yell that loud?

"SOMEONE'S AT THE GATE!"

Though, her voice sounded  . . . cute.

A woman in her forties who looked so much like [Y/n] peeped out through the window before opening the door. Then from the opening of the door, he heard children crying and yelling.

"Taiga-chan!" [Y/n] yelled in excitement, running up to the gate and to let him in. "What brings you here?"

"I just came to ask you," he caught on the sight of her siblings peeking out the door, grins on their faces.

"You could've called me."

"I -I mean, like. Uh . . . how are you? Like, you're not crying a lot now right?" He spat out a train of incoherent sentences, redness etched out as he spoke to her. "He-here! I hope you like them." he panicked. Instead of politely handing her his presents like how Himuro told him to do so. He shoved it to her. "BYE [Y/N]!" He ran to the train station.

On the court he was cool. And was also a hot-headed.

But not in front of [Y/n].

Never in front of [Y/n].

'Did she like those?' He wondered, opening his eyes. His concern wasn't allowing himself to fall into slumber at all. "Maybe she did."

Raising up his hands to cover his face, he chuckled.

'Well I guess I like you now, huh.'