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@miraculous--shadow
"Kurokooooo.~"
Hearing her call out for him, the diminutive male could not help but turn towards her. How long had it been since he had heard her speak? Too long, in his mind, her words sweet succor for his aching mind. He had missed her, and now, here she was. Eagerly, but not overly so, he made up the distance between the two of them, a soft smile plastered upon his lips as he did so.
“Scarlet-san. It’s been too long. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
"I don't think legs are supposed to bend that way."
Cold breeze ran though her hair, making it dance along with her clothes. The weather was not that warm in fact the sun is not visible. It is not the best time to play basketball yet she’s in a street basketball court holding a ball alone. The ball she’s holding is something she saw when shw checked on Aomine but he was not there so she just decided to borrow it and practise do some shooting.
It’s been a while since she was at an actual court. The sound of sneakers, the sound the ball makes when it makes it way in the ring. She missed it all. Closing her eyes, a smile formed on her lips as she imagined her friends playing as a team once more. Beding her knees, attempting to go for a shot.
"…" A familiar voice came from her back. A voice that she would not forget. Pink orbs shifted from the ball to the blunette. "T-Tetsu-kun!!?"
miraculous—shadow
How long had it been since he happened upon a scene like this? Yes, it had been quite a while, but the feeling stirred up by such a happening were not dead. For just a moment, Kuroko felt pangs of nostalgia affect his body, leaving him aching for the past. That moment lingered onward, leaving him with further reason to remain here.
"Your form has improved quite a bit," he commented, noting the irony of his own teaching. Momoi had a great deal to do with his own development, and quite frankly, there was likely nothing he could teach her that she didn't already know. Such was her talent as an analyst, and as a leader of men. Riko was not inferior in her talent, but there was a difference, and it was this difference he could not help but miss. "I'm starting to think that you wouldn't look out of place as a player, let alone a coach."
A faint smile existed upon his lips for just a moment, before it vanished just as quickly. He couldn't allow himself to be caught in nostalgia, not now. There was still so much to do, and so many tireless aches to power through. Looking to approach her until he was but a scarce footstep or so away, he continued to speak, with nothing but her on his mind.
"Have you been well, Momoi-san?"
"Either that was a really bad cramp, or I'm having contractions."
"Eh!? No way! Tetsu-kun, you can’t have contractions!"
"That's what they say, Momoi-san," he mumbled, doubling over from the pain in his stomach. "But as a part of the Generation of Miracles, 'can't' doesn't really mean much to me. It could be a 'miraculous' contraction."
"I’ve been gone for fourteen days. I could have been gone for more."
"Eh…? Tetsu-kun…?!" She failed to even notice… but none can blame her, right? To be in different schools, although in the same district… but still… "What happened?!"
"I had some thinking to do."
His reply was typical of his character, and typical of how he'd speak with his otherwise close comrade. The man's return had taken a toll on him, leaving him gaunt as he tried to sit himself down against the floor. Despondently he stared upwards, emptily looking upon Momoi's face.
"About myself, about basketball, about everything."
Today was an important day for LA. In fact, it was for all of the NBA. It wasn’t set for championships yet, but the playoffs were already as intense as it could get. These were the times Kagami wished he could be as good as the Lakers, that even though he did have his own special abilities, he felt that he could never compare to the pros. "You missed it! That dunk! Slam! It had the whole court shakin’ if ya asked me!" Of course it had to be something basketball related at that… this was supposed to be a study session for their upcoming test, and yet Kagami was here glued to his TV. Amazing…
While Kuroko could claim to have a few attributes that were unparalleled, passion was not one of them. That was not to say that his passion was unimpressive, but it was rather single-minded. He had a will for the particular kind of basketball he wanted to see, and that was that. Kagami, on the other hand, seemed to have a passion for every aspect of it. To hear him talk so excitedly about a dunk seemingly a world away was enough to bring a smile to his own normally impassive face.
"My eyes have to take breaks sometimes, Kagami-kun. They're not as intense as yours are."
This comment was stated on the heels of the youth trying to poke his index finger against his teammates' cheek. Kuroko Tetsuya would never let it be said that he knew much of boundaries, and he especially would not let it be said when it came to moments like these.
"I think you were supposed to be studying for your test five dunks ago, Kagami-kun. Don't worry, they'll still be playing basketball even when you do take your eyes off them."
"Th-that was amazing—!!"
Kuroko, who had been occupied with other affairs, turned towards his teammate's boisterous declaration. A cant of his head followed, as he looked for any hint of what might have happened in the contours of the man's face. Though he found nothing, he had to admit that he was interested. It wasn't every day that Kagami yelled about something being amazing, after all.
"What did I miss, Kagami-kun? More importantly, I'm concerned," came his initial comment. "If your jaw stays open like that, I don't think it'll ever close."
"I really like your-- is that a coffee/vanilla milkshake machine?"
The hell was that all about…?"O-Oi, Tetsu…" …Figures.
Daiki’s mumbling was now indistinguishable from the rest of the background noise. What Tetsu saw, or what he thought he saw, caused him to hypnotically step towards the thing in question. What it truly did was unknown to him, but what he assumed it was happened to be unmistakable. Already, he was finding himself ready to reply to the man, with words in keeping of his sometimes childish character.
"I want to be its shadow, Aomine-kun. Do you think that’s possible?"
Rapid Reunion ;; xcerasum
It was pretty easy for Momoi to maneuver through the crowd of people. She had a certain aura about her that caused others to get out of her way. Perhaps it was her beauty that caught everyone’s attention and let her pass… perhaps it was the confident attitude she always carried around with her. Either way, she parted through the masses of bodies without any bit of trouble, the quad coming into view.
“It’s so pretty outside this time of the year. Don’t you think so Kuroko-san… Kuroko-san?” Satsuki just then noticed that the male hadn’t been following right behind her after all. It seemed he was having a bit of trouble getting through and it began to panic the female.
What if she lost him?! It wasn’t like he had a strong presence to begin with so finding him after all of this would be like—
“Oh… you scared me there for a minute. I thought you were gone for good.” Another giggle as she pat her companion upon the shoulder out of comfort.
Usually she would cling to his side out of adoration, but touching him now just felt… different. She didn’t get that spark she once felt when around him, it was just— plain.
“C’mon, there is a tree over here we can sit under for shade. Then you can tell me everything about…” Satsuki began to trail off as she found herself moving towards basketball subjects. About to ask him how their team had done she diverted to something else. “Why did you pick this university, Kuroko-san?”
Not since that dreaded day of a certain 'Japanese lunchtime rush' had he felt so pressured by a 'crush' of company. Only the promise of spending some time with this 'new look' Momoi had kept him going. Otherwise, he might have become a miraculous pancake, never to be useful for anything but a good breakfast dish. With that great struggle out of the way, he could only calmly smile at Momoi's teasing, and happily pad his way towards the suggested location.
In between his padding, he was made to hear Momoi's last question. That very question brought him to pause, and to lightly laugh in reply. Never before would he have allowed himself to laugh so freely towards a question that was once so serious. To her question, he granted her a shrug, once his own gentle laughter had ceased.
"Because I could, Momoi-san."
His flippant reply might not have earned the build-up towards it, if not for an understanding of how Kuroko Tetsuya lived. For so long, he had been carried from one place to another, all by dint of his own machinations. 'Choice' was little more than an illusion to him, for each step on the way to his ultimate goal could not be left up to chance. To triumph over the shades of his past, he had planned for anything, including dying in the middle of the basketball court, simply to prove his 'way'.
It had been fun, and it had worked out, but the looming understanding of limited choice lingered on. When he had graduated from Seirin, he felt a freedom that he had not known for so long. Where once obligation would have bound him to a path, freedom instead took hold of it all. Truly, he was free, and happier than he had been in quite some time.
"I know that sounds foolish, Momoi-san. But, after so many years of making choices based on a goal, I am happy to make a choice based on what I'd like to do. That's. . .quite the feeling, Momoi-san."
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Unrecognizable? Well surely they had both grown in their own ways. It had been an extensive amount of time that they hadn’t seen each other and with those passing years Satsuki had only expected Kuroko to grow as well. Isn’t that how it worked?
“I’m sorry, Kuroko-san,” she gives him a more formal honorific as it only seems fitting during this time. “It’s just been so long. I had expected you to be…” A small fit of giggles. “A bit taller.”
It’s nice to be able to feel so free around him. There is no worry as to how he feels about her in return and there is no stinging sensation within the pit of her stomach as her eyes connect with his.
It was so much different now.
“Of course, that’d probably be best.” Several bodies around them were pushing and pulling the mob of people within the small building. So many freshman in only one day and all of them are trying to make friends and build relationships.
“How about the quad? It’s nice out today anyways.” Satsuki offers a different venue from the current one and begins to make her way through the mass of bodies towards the door. Already the bright light from outside is pouring into the dark room as the doors open. Catching hold she looks back for her male companion, hoping he didn’t get lost within the crowd.
Her giggles were not without merit, and he supposed that he could have tried to grow a bit. Almost on instinct, he found himself trying to stand on his tip-toes, simply to give him those few added inches of height. Much to his dismay, even that didn't let him grow that much taller. Alas, the great gods of height had betrayed him, leaving him for Kagami Taiga, among others. Many things may have changed, but that certainly would never alter.
"Momoi-san, you're looking at me without my bedhead," Kuroko replied, patting down his still wild-looking strands of hair. "That always added a few inches."
Kuroko's deadpan assertion did little to help his cause, and he was soon drifted towards Momoi's assertion. To the quad they went, and ever so eagerly, he followed her. Now that was a true change. For so long, Momoi had been content to linger behind him, even though she had went to Touou Academy. Now, she seemed content, ready to live life on her own terms.
That was inspiring, and left him with a smile that he knew would last for quite some time. He almost felt dizzy with that joy, even while he clumsily stepped along towards the quad. She truly had grown into something phenomenal, and he was glad he could see this. If he had been without seeing her, he would have truly been lost.
Said thoughts kept him moving, through the never-ending horde of people. Though he was sometimes blocked, and sometimes nearly crushed, he never stopped moving. There was something to keep him going, and something that left him in admiration. Soon enough, he cleared the crowd, breathing heavily as he met her, and grasping at his own knees out of fatigue.
"That was. . .nearly too much for me, Momoi-san."
Rapid Reunion ;; xcerasum
High school had gone by far too quickly.
The Winter Cup flew by without a thought as to what would happen afterwards. Aomine had even reverted back to his normal self after their defeat with Seirin, but things felt so weird afterwards. He became fully involved in his basketball career and Satsuki felt like she was drifting off to other things.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like basketball— no, she loved the sport, but there were other things she needed to focus on, and there was a certain someone she had to let go of.
About midway through her second year of high school Satsuki had finally come to the realization that her feelings weren’t being reciprocated by Kuroko Tetsuya. Every time she tried to make an advance she was politely turned down. How long was she to wait? Obviously not much longer, because as hard as it was she let go of her feelings for the male. It was better that way.
Right?
It was supposed to be the right decision, but once basketball season started up again she saw the Seirin player whenever there were games or practice games. It was hard to see him. After all, her wounds for letting him go were still fresh.
So Satsuki moved on to other activities. She took on track and tried out volleyball— she even joined the drama club! But it wasn’t basketball. She didn’t need to use any sort of analytical skill for those hobbies. They were easy and simple enough, and she soon grew bored as the years went on.
Graduation offered a new life— a new perspective! Satsuki joined a well known college after graduation and surprisingly she finally left Aomine’s side. He was offered an amazing opportunity with a college over in America known for it’s basketball. Sure, it was hard to say goodbye to him, but they both knew this day was coming.
Now Satsuki would start anew. She would forge new relationships at this college and would find something that truly entertained her. Maybe she would take up—
"Momoi-san?"
That voice… so cool and collected. A deep baritone that stuck with each syllable. Hairs began to rise upon her skin as she turned. Fuchsia hues connected with the male and for the very first time seeing Kuroko Tetsuya—-
She felt nothing.
“Kuroko-san? Is that really you?”
The sport of basketball was not the only thing that had changed from one year to the next.
Satsuki Momoi had not escaped the ravages of change, and Kuroko could see those very effects develop before his eyes. There was no chipper call of his name, no effort to squeeze the life out of him, and none of the amorous clinging that once defined their relationship. For the first time in quite a while, she looked at him, and seemed to see only Kuroko Tetsuya. Some might have felt crestfallen about that, and indeed, there was a part of him that missed that. That part of him, however important it might have been, was quickly smothered by the rest.
It was better this way, better for her to live on her own terms, and to be unattached to those she had once felt strongly for. What mattered most to Satsuki Momoi, as Kuroko always believed, had to be Satsuki Momoi herself. Such was why he had spurned her advances, and had only opted for her friendship. In a world that chewed up those with her worldview, she had not only survived, but thrived. She had changed for nobody but herself, and he could not help but be a little proud of you.
"Have I become that unrecognizable to you, Momoi-san?"
The distance between the two of them might have been a bit of a problem, and so, he looked to cross the threshold all the more purposefully. With each struggling step, he was made to remember the past. He remembered everything he had done with her, and all the development that caused their lives' parting. If he regretted anything about that, it was simply that he knew so much less of her than he used to.
Today, at the very least, was an opportunity to change that. He suddenly found himself rather disinterested with orientation, and whatever else was supposed to be going on here. Everything, from the man's breathing, to the sudden uptick in his heartbeat, was all connected to this fated meeting. This truly was fate's design, and it would be a sin to look away from it.
"I think we should take this elsewhere, Momoi-san. It's difficult for recogni-" Kuroko began, ducking a sudden thrust of a random individual's hand that would have otherwise sent him hurtling to the ground. "It's difficult to talk with all this noise around us."
It seemed as though, in his eyes, Erza could do no wrong. In his own perception, she seemed to be the very embodiment of flawless perfection, and this worried her. For she was not perfect, far from it. Although she possessed many self doubts, swayed with insecurities of her own personal endeavours, she wished not to dampen the mood with her own inner-thoughts. Instead, she wanted it to linger for as long as possible. And so, her grasp of his form remained. Slowly, her head began to bury in the smaller crevice of the athlete’s neck. That inexplicable comfort had once again warmed her already passionate heart, the way he spoke, so tender, yet so effective. The way he spoke of her name made her feel safe.
"One wonder’s how they got so lucky."
"I wonder such a thing every day of my life."
If there were ever a list of things to be thankful for, Erza would always be on that list. She was not someone that truly needed any inch of him, nor was he something to truly depend upon. Erza came to him because she wanted to, and because she was interested in him. That was a thanks he would only be able to return with tireless love, and unfailing devotion. Thankfully, that was where fate worked in his favour.
After all, love and devotion had never been very difficult things for him to give. When he was held in her arms, and seemed to drift away in the sweetness of her touch, such a feat became all the more easily achieved. With her head against his neck, he felt even less of an urge to move away. In its place came an urge to kiss against the beautiful locks of her hair, and that was an urge easily entertained.
A moment of utter stillness ensued on behalf of both parties. Chocolate oculars widened from the sudden, phantom-like movements, which was perfectly executed, she inwardly admitted. Her frame was held by another, someone who meant a great deal to her. Erza Scarlet would not dismiss such kind words, it would be disrespectful and downright offensive to do so, not that she would, anyway. What kind of person would she be to deny him the right of having his own opinion?
Arms proceeded to wrap around him in return of such an amorous gesture. Her words flowing with a tender intention, sullying any means of putting one’s self down.
"Thank you, love.”
The fight for her value was over for now, but he doubted that truly was the end of it. Where there was one flippant comment, there were many more waiting in the wings. Kuroko's own self-worth had shown up again and again, altogether willing to take a beating for the sake of his self-pity. Just as Erza would stand strongly to reinforce his value, so too would he stand, ready to reassure her of her own worth at a moment's notice.
Wrapped in her arms, so tightly and so lovingly, he could not help but feel assured of her wonder. Erza Scarlet was, and would always be, his number one.
"Scarlet-sa-. . .Erza, it's my pleasure. It always will be my pleasure."
She was lucky, she knew that much. She was lucky to have someone like Kuroko willing to stay by her side, and heed to her every beck and call. If Erza was ever in need, and required his assistance, he had stated very clearly that he would use by any means necessary to be there for her. She was appreciative of him, she always would be.
"Both flattering, yet far-fetched. I’m not anything that is too special, Kuroko."
"Do not lie to me, and do not lie to yourself, Scarlet-san."
If there was one thing he would forever be defensive about, it was Erza's own value. She was truly a woman beyond all those who he had met in his life, and he even appeared to put his closest friends to shame. Suddenly, his precious milkshake mattered not to him, and it was cast to the nearby wastebin. In place of this desire came an attempt to wrap his arms around Erza, and commit his body to hers in a tight embrace.
"You are all that is special to me, and always will be."
Rapid Reunion ;; xcerasum
If Kuroko Tetsuya could sum his high school experience in two words, he would have likened it to a fever dream.
The entire experience had been so otherworldly that he would not have been surprised if he simply dreamed it up. It was not simply that his desires had been reached in those whirlwind years, but that they had been done so perfectly. He had found a man who he could shadow, and who never lost a use for his valuable teammates. Gamesmanship had triumphed over callous victory from his first year, and that meme only seemed to resonate as time went by.
After Seirin's whirlwind first year, they still remained as a potent powerhouse. Their second year had been the most successful year yet, sweeping both the Inter-High Tournament and the Winter Cup, but even then, they had not grown drunk off of their victory high. Such a worldview proved valuable due to the vast exodus of talent that marked his third year at Seirin. The loss of Kyoshi, Hyuuga, and others guaranteed a loss to Kaijou in the finals of the Inter-High, and a shocking semifinal loss to a resurgent Yosen squad in the Winter Cup.
Even with a duo of ignominious defeats marking his passing into college, Kuroko was still happy. Happy that all those that he seemed to meet played with a love for their team, and for basketball in general. His years in high school might have been over in a heartbeat, but they were a wonderful set of years. If this truly was a dream, concocted through a fever or some other thing, he was certain that he did not want to wake up from it.
Whatever the case was, Kuroko had graduated from Seirin with high honours, and a scholarship to yet another college known for its basketball skill. Kuroko had not initially wished to accept it, but relented at the last moment. Basketball in Japan had changed, and it would continue to so long as he remained motivated. No matter where he went, or what he did, he would strive for that common good for as long as there was strength in his body.
These thoughts swam about in his mind, while he did what he did best at this college's introduction: blend in. His 'misdirection' skills were alive and well, allowing him to shift around the tightly packed crowd as if he was some sort of fish. In between his movements, and his tangential absorption of many a student's cacophony, he stopped.
Just a few steps away from him, he swore that he could see her. Before he could even stop himself, he was speaking, uttering a prompt greeting, and hoping that this wonderful woman would notice his plainly-attired self once more.
"Momoi-san?"
His words still flowed with a cool articulation. Something she had indeed noticed since their first encounter, was that Kuroko had a way with words. Of course, she had highlighted his attribute on many of occasions, and this event seemed no different than any other, once again, the smooth criminal struck.
"You’re sweet, Kuroko. Very sweet.”
Kuroko felt himself to be exceedingly fortunate in regards to his words. Not many people would have stuck around to hear them, between his minimal existence, and his somewhat off-putting physique. Erza, thankfully, had found herself captivated by them. Kuroko, on the other hand, was captivated by approximately every single part of her being.
"I have to be, Scarlet-san. If I wasn't, I wouldn't deserve even a hair of your company."
"Love me."
"I’ll love you more than Luis Suarez loves Luis Suarez, Scarlet-san."
Erza was not silly in assuming that Kuroko possessed a passionate adoration for his beverage. She could not comment on one’s love for one’s chosen delicacy, after all, Erza had her own, and Kuroko was completely aware of just how intense that love was for her beloved pastry, she did not judge, it would have been simply hypocritical of her.
"You needn’t worry, dear. I know.”
Erza, of course, knew about his true appreciation of the creamy delight. Kuroko felt foolish for a second time, in an effort to deceive a woman who was perceptive beyond measure. All the same, he still felt as thought he needed to 'prove' something to her. To that end, he reluctantly pulled away from his milkshake, and from all the satisfaction it developed, only to grant her an earnest look.
"So you do, Scarlet-san. Even so, I promise that you are still better than all the milkshakes in the world."
