Kuroko no Basket x Reader One Shots

Murasakibara x Reader [PART 2]

The darkness surrounded me like a comforting blanket. I floated in the abyss for a while, content with the thought of just simply existing and not doing or feeling anything. I felt at peace. But that peace quickly turned into discomfort. The darkness prickled at my skin, making me uncomfortably aware that I wanted to escape.

I urged myself to wake up, trying to open my eyes but they wouldn't obey. I couldn't break free of the void around me. Snatches of vague dreams and pictures spiraled around me as I watched helplessly, chained to the subconscious of my mind.

Time seemed to drag on and I started becoming even more restless. It felt like an eternity before I felt like I was in control of the darkness, and slowly, I opened my eyes.

The first thing I was aware of besides the bright whiteness of the room was how numb and cold my arm felt. I felt the icy, strange pulse of medicine being entered into my bloodstream from the IV drip that was in my non-dominant arm.

My ears started to ring and I blinked a few times to try and focus on my surroundings. I was in a hospital room. I mean. . . where else would I be that had a white tiled ceiling and an IV drip?

"(F/n), how are you?" I turned to see my mom sitting in a chair. Her voice was gentle and soft, but I could hear the worry in it.

I smiled weakly at her, my head still thick and fuzzy and licked my dry lips. "I'm fine. What. . . What happened?"

"You had an allergic reaction at school." She reminded me.

I just nodded numbly, still disoriented and tired. I sort of remembered what happened. It was like a vague dream swimming in my head.

"Here, drink some water," my mom said, twisting open the cap of a bottle of water and offering it for me to take.

I nodded again and sat up to take the bottle from her with my free hand, drinking it down thirstily. I didn't realize how badly I needed a drink until I stopped and saw that I had downed nearly half the bottle. I passed it back to her and slumped back down on the pillow. My body was sore and stiff from how long I was knocked out for.

Just as I was about to close my eyes again to try and fall back to sleep, the door opened roughly and banged against the wall, making me flinch. My mom turned sharply to the noise, surprise and anger flashing on her face.

In the doorway stood Murasakibara, though his head was ducked down and his shoulders were hunched so that he wouldn't hit his head against the top of the doorframe. Despite my bewilderment, I found the sight quite comical. Murasakibara walked into the room.

"(L/n)-chin, are you okay?" He asked, the slightest hint of worry in his voice.

"Who's this?" My mom asked, looking back at me. She seemed slightly intimidated by Murasakibara's presence. I didn't blame her. It wasn't every day that you saw a 6'10 foot tall high schooler with purple hair.

"That's um. . . That's Atsushi." I told her as I sat up again. "He's my. . ." I didn't really know what to say. At any other moment, I would've said he was my friend in a heartbeat. But these past few days, and especially now, I didn't know. I settled on saying, "He's my classmate."

Murasakibara flinched when the word came out of my mouth. It was slight, like a small twitch or shiver, but I saw the way he winced and looked away, his lips pursed, and I tried to ignore it.

"I want to talk to (L/n)-chin," he said, looking at my mom challengingly as if daring her to argue with him.

My mom looked over at me, a small glimmer of anxiety in her eyes. Obviously I knew how she was feeling. It was the same every time I was in the hospital. But even though I wasn't sure how I should feel about Murasakibara right now, I decided to give him a chance.