Kuroko no Basket x Reader One Shots

Koganei x Reader

Fantasy AU

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I muttered over and over again as I trudged up the rocky ridge, trying to get above the hill so I could see where I was going.

It had been a week since my Clan said that they didn't need me. Hot tears came back to my eyes as another sharp pain stabbed my chest. I'd been with the Shinkyō Strikers for months, but then they cast me out after acquiring a more powerful wizard. We had both shared duties for a while but the difference in skill was glaringly obvious, so our leader and a few others decided that I was just a waste of space.

"I'll never forgive Tanimura," I said scornfully.

Surveying the area, I looked around the broad landscape. The land was grassier than the rocky terrain I had been walking through for the past three days. I sighed wearily and started making my way down. The ground was uneven on this side of the hill too, and I stumbled down clumsily. I was about halfway down when my foot skidded into a hole and I was flung forward, tumbling down the rest of the way. I finally halted, my head pounding and my skin stinging all over. I groaned and lifted myself up to see where I was. I had landed in a ditch, and I wasn't alone.

A small furry body lay a few feet away from me. I crawled over to it curiously, wincing as dirt and stones pressed into the wounds on my hands. I'd have to patch myself up later.

Upon closer inspection, the thing turned out to be a brown cat. Its body was unusually still and its tail was bent awkwardly. Its fur was streaked with dried blood, and one of its claws were missing on its front paw.

I looked at it with wide eyes. Was it dead? Creeping closer, I examined it warily and reached out to brush my fingers just in front of its muzzle. Relief washed over me as I felt faint breaths on my fingertips. Because of how strangely it was laying, I assumed that it was unconscious rather than asleep.

There wasn't much I could do about it. I wasn't a healer, and what little healing magic I did know wasn't the best. I wasn't about to experiment that on the cat. I ran my fingers over its tail. It was definitely dislocated; its positioning told me that much. Maybe there was something more conventional I could do.

Tanimura fixed a dislocated knee once by pushing the bone back into the socket, I remembered. That should work!

I felt around the base of the tail again to try and judge where I should push. The cat stirred a little but lay limp after I took my fingers off it. I had a pretty good sense of what to do now. I stroked the cat's fur for reassurance. I promise you'll be okay.

I got my hands into position and then counted off.

"One. . . two. . . three!" I pressed down on the bone with all of my might. I heard a sickening crunch and an agonizing screech came from the cat. In a moment of horror, I thought I killed the poor thing or broke its bones. Feeling nauseous, I stumbled back away from the body, trying to keep the bile down my throat. But the cat stood up after a few seconds, turning to me and meowing, its tail waving behind it as if nothing had happened.

I let out a long sigh, my fear subsiding now that I saw the feline was alright. "Thank god you're okay."

It meowed as if in response and padded over to me, reaching up to lick my cheek. I giggled and pet it gently as it purred. "Let's get you out of here," I said, patting my lap. This barren ditch was a bad place for a small cat. I could at least carry it to somewhere where it could find shelter and food to hunt.

The cat obeyed and jumped into my lap. I scooped it up, stumbling a little under the added weight of the cat along with my bag. I pushed the cat up and it clambered out of the ditch. I hoisted myself up after it. It waited for me patiently as I sat down and began to wrap my hands with bandages. It sniffed my palms, giving them a lick before it started to groom its untidy fur.