Miss Ponta

Stubborn and opinionated

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Outside Help

Chapter 2- Uncharacteristically Tender

           She was two levels angrier, no scratch that, she was livid and beyond furious. Momoi indignantly plunged the ball to the waiting hoop with vigor that rivals the generation of miracles. She wanted to scream and scream she did.

“Dai-chan, you stupid, idiot!!!!!” came her earsplitting shriek that it resounded to the empty courts and possibly woke the entire neighborhood. She ran some more, dribbling the ball with her tiny hands and practically wheezing her frustrations through the hoop. Locks of pink were flying unceremoniously all over the place, in a messy ponytail she made. The sleeves of her uniform had been rolled scruffily on her elbows with a green jacket hugging the curves of her hips. She looked pleasantly rumpled, Kagami thought to himself.

Wait, what! He did not just say that. He was not a pervert. Kagami was in the middle of a mental confrontation when her stray ball trundled over the spot where he was watching her, quietly.

“Kagamin…?” flushed pink met crimson red. She moved her head a little to the right, indicating her confusion for the sudden disturbance. All his previous anger suddenly melted and flushed down the drain. Now, he was just panic-stricken. Afterall, he never expected such turn out of events.

An even redness started to surface his cheeks when Momoi moved her face closer to his. He was suddenly feeling so unwell being the subject of her attention.  

Yes, Kuroko would like to repeat how useless Kagami was, in everything except basketball. Dealing with women is out of the question. Other than his perverse encounters with Alex and their basketball coach, he had zero association with womenfolk.

“Kagamin, are you here to play as well?” she asked again, this time around, her head retracted, an act for which he was quietly thankful for.

“I, -yeah” he muffled a sad excuse for an answer.

“Great! I was getting tired of playing by myself” she was practically beaming, and he stopped himself from chuckling. The transition of her moods was literally faster than a beam of light. One minute she was furiously spitting profanities, the next, she was all smiley over something so trivial. Without further invitation, he dropped his bag near her belongings and walked his ass on court in full throttle.

One hour passed and two exhausted souls were heavily panting on the nearby bench.

“Kagamin, you are a monster” she spoke in between her rapid breathings.

“I could say the same to you” he was grinning widely, beads of sweat trickling down the outlines of his face. She then picked a towel from her bag and offered it to him. A contented pause and one pregnant silence before Kagami spoke again.

“So, why are you so loud earlier?” She snapped her eyes at his question. She honestly did not expect him to bring up her humiliating actions from earlier. She eyed him, with disbelief, of his crass language and blatant insensitivity. Yet his eyes remained fixed into the broadest of skies.

“What did asshomine do again?” He muttered critically the second time. Somehow, his snarky question made her feel smile a little.  He added the word “again” meant that he remembered the last time she came crying to Tetsu because of Aomine. It wouldn’t hurt to let her guard down a little.

“I…I baked cookies for the team today and Dai-chan said I was going to get everyone killed, and that I, I should give up cooking.” With tears glistening in her eyes, she was practically sobbing. And Kagami was terrified, this was the second time he had made her cry and for whatever reason god knows he was always at lost as to what to say during times like this. So, she had the same predicament as Riko, women are such a pain, he thought. What would Kuroko do at a time like this?

Oh right, he remembered. Mustering the little bit of bravery Kagami had left, he motioned his big calloused hand towards her head. For a moment she was stunned.

The way he stroked her was blaringly awkward, his hand was stiff, and she felt as though he was patting a frail puppy. Her loud sobs became subtle sniffling. For someone so buff and scary looking, Kagami Taiga was uncharacteristically tender.

“If you want, I could teach you. I mean- if you only want.” He added the last sentence hastily, to avoid any form of shade. Momoi practically squeezed the life out of him. And just like that, Kagami wasn’t so sure anymore if he was doing the right thing. Damn Satsuki and her ginormous tits!

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Outside Help

Summary: Kagami is an excellent player, that is an indubitable fact. But contrary to popular belief, he is no prodigy in anything other than basketball. A story of his journey to love despite his total academic fiasco!

Chapter 1- Kagami is dumber than a Stick

Ever since Kagami entered the basketball club, he had been steadily plowing his way through myriads of wins and defeats. Always defying the customary architypes and proving everyone wrong, every single fucking time.

He was a handful alright, but headstrong and talented, nevertheless.

 With someone like Taiga on the team, their plays had spun wonders, this year’s winter cup to name one. Seirin’s basketball team had developed into one of the most formidable teams in Tokyo, hence an avenue for people who fancy entering a team of winners.

But before anything else, Seirin High School is primarily- a Japanese academy, and Kagami Taiga is first and foremost a student. A japanese student if Kuroko may add.

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Kagami was met with strained, unrewarding glances from everyone in the team. They had been looking at his proficiency results which came up earlier that day. He couldn’t figure out what went wrong, he was dumb, yes but to what extent, today’s result proved him dumber than a stick.

“I can’t believe you got 3 marks in Japanese”. Hyuga commented, almost exasperatedly.

“His English results are no better; did he really grow up in America?” Koganei stated reprovingly, as if he was mocking him.

“Bakagami, we pulled up 2 all-nighters for this! There’s no helping you” Riko muttered darkly while holding a paper fan which miserably met Kagami’s head and whacked his nonexistent brain. Everyone just watched with horror laced in their eyes.

Grades rarely had anything to do with basketball. But today was not like most days, today grades mattered. This scenario had happened before, when a Tokyo-wide proficiency test was held amongst all the schools in the vicinity and Seirin included. Students who proved successful of falling to the bottom one hundred of the entire student body will be taking remedial classes. Last time, the date had clashed with their upcoming match but this time around, an entire summer of remedial class was waiting for Kagami if he ever fails. Fortunately, he passed the last time with the help of Midorima’s lucky pencil. It just so happened that he misplaced the said amulet, hence resulting in his current predicament. He must pass, at all cost- but without the pencil, could he?

It was late afternoon and classes had ended, Kagami was leisurely strolling his way towards the fast food place which he frequents with Kuroko. He rose his one hand, stifling a yawn while the other stroked his cranium which was still suffering from the remnants of Riko’s wrath. His bag, a tad bit heavier than usual, since it was full of study materials forced to him by everyone.

To say that he was angry would be an understatement, he was furious, enraged, fuming. Because in his daily life program, basketball was everything, and studying was- well, he hadn’t held a book since last month so the implication of that. Of course, Kagami tried, if one could call that trying. Several times, he attempted to open the notes made by his senpais, but somehow, somewhere along the second paragraph his eyes had slowly sagged down and before even the fourth sentence it would be clammed shut.

When Kagami neared the burger place, his annoyance was magnified twice. A string of vein materializes somewhere along his face at the sight of a lonely notice attached at the front door of the place.

“Closed.” Or so it says. Why now of all times, Kagami nearly knocked an innocent traffic cone over out of fury. This day had been a disaster, he thought to himself. He woke rather late and was reprimanded by his teacher, his test result came out and he had met Riko’s wrath. Because of his failing marks, he was excused (forced) of basketball practice for a week to focus on the upcoming exams and now this. He was so furious that he did not realize that he was practically stomping towards the nearby basketball court.

He decided to dribble every last bit of frustration he had today until they are no more, at least that’s what he thought until he saw a flashing pink followed by a violent cry.

Dai-chan, where had he heard that name again?

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Shattered Hearts

Summary: A story where Momoi realized that she couldn't love for both of them and Kuroko finally understood what it means to lose the person you love.

A Kuroko no Basuke fanfiction.

Momoi stood in front of her full body mirror, her long silky hair cascading down the frame of her delicate face. She looked pretty without doubt, despite how rumpled she looked but what good does being beautiful do if she can’t even capture the heart of the one person she wanted. Pushing away the sad thoughts clouding her mind, Momoi pulled down an oversized hoodie and tattered jeans. She made no attempt in fixing herself because she decided it would not make a difference even if she did. So, she pulled her pink tresses into a messy bun and slipped on a pair of shoes.

           The sky was filled with ominous clouds as Momoi treaded towards the path of her destination, the cute little café they often hang out. She could still remember the day he said yes to her ceaseless torments of confession and how she pulled him into her usual constricting hugs. He was hers and of course, after pining for him for years, he was finally hers. It never bothered her that she was always the first person to initiate everything. The dates she planned, midnight calls, constant togetherness and her need for physical contact. She often strung her I love you’s in the most random situation, wherever and whenever but somehow his reply had always been silence. It didn’t matter, she told herself. They may be at two different places, emotionally and it made sense because she had been in this relationship 3 years longer than him. He might feel more for her in a little while, she told herself. Appeasing the ripples of her heart, but six months is long enough to make him feel so little.

When her hand met the grip of the door, she almost wanted to run and keep the little bit of happiness she had, walk away and pretend that she never had to say it to him. The fragmented relationship was the little connection he had left with him. Her heart was hammering loudly in her chest, and for what felt like an hour, a baritone voice made himself known.

“Momoi-san, why are you standing here?”

           She almost flinched at the sound of his voice. Disguising the sad in her, Momoi met his azure orbs with a bright smile. It was their last date so she’d be damned if she doesn’t make the best of it. A soft bell sound was heard at the entrance of the pair inside the small space of the café.

           “One strawberry delight and vanilla milkshake”. She thoughtfully told the waiter with a polite smile. It was like most of their dates, blithe laughter and their whopping stories about their life, her constant distress about Aomine’s recklessness and his struggles with the team and basketball. She made little shuffling noises of laughter as she studied his face. Sapphire orbs like the mane of blue on his head complimenting the pale color of his skin, the soft little smile on his face when he talks about the funny little things. He is beautiful, she thought to herself, not in the conventional way because physical looks is overrated anyway. He didn’t have the dashing looks like Kise, or the attractive height like Murasakibara. He wasn’t particularly smart or well-off. He was average in everything but she thinks he is beautiful in his most modest and gentle form. His kindness was probably the reason why he agreed to date her.

It was when he was talking about how Kagami nearly fainted when he placed Nigou on his bag that Momoi suddenly spoke.

           “Ne, Tetsu-kun, let’s break up.”

           Time seemed to have warped in a slow, daunting speed. His eyes remained watching hers with an expression that she couldn’t read. With a broken smile, she struggled to speak the speech that she had been practicing in mind for quite a while now. Yet no matter how hard she tried; she could not seem to form any coherent words to explain the excruciating pain she feels. A pool of tears cascaded down the blazing rose of her eyes. She practically wanted to slap herself for being so helpless.

           “If that’s what you want, Momoi-san.” He said softly

He did not meet her eyes when he uttered them, not that she could see because she was a mess herself. His head hung down so she couldn’t exactly see the kind of face he made. He was definitely fine with a break-up of course, what was she thinking, she knew exactly what was going to happen yet why did it feel so painful coming from him. Despite the beads of tears falling in her eyes, she reached for his hands. The contact made him look up at her and there he saw the most broken smile he had ever seen.

“Thank you, Tetsu-kun, for everything.”

And just like that, Momoi realized that she couldn’t love for both of them and Kuroko did not know, but that will be last time she’d see her for a long time.