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Momoi Satsuki { An Independent RP blog for Momoi Satsuki of Kuroko no Basuke. || Semi-selective }

[satsukimo]

🌸 Momoi Satsuki; a selective, independent roleplay blog for the animanga 'Kuroko's Basketball'. OC, crossover, AU friendly. Multiple verses. Low-key, low activity. Penned by Misa. (carrd) 🌸 Previously momoisacchan

[satsukimo]

/ Happy birthday to the only sunshine in the world💛

[sharedpractice]

The words spoken struck him with surprising clarity, like the hush before a final shot in the game. It wasn’t just flirtation anymore. It was a question wrapped in challenge, wrapped in hope. And he felt it, down to the soles of his shoes, how badly he wanted to answer it right.

He didn’t look away.

“Then maybe I should be careful,” he said quietly, voice lower now, meant only for her ears. “I don’t want to make a promise I can’t keep.”

But he wasn’t stepping back.

In fact, he was still moving forward—just a little, just enough. Just enough for her perfume to catch the air between them, something clean and bright and completely her. His hand lifted, hesitant for a breath, then found a resting place under her chin, the lightest of touches. A question, not a claim, as he tilted her head up.

“But I perhaps I could do with a lucky charm today” A small, amused tilt to his mouth.

[satsukimo]

There was something reverent about the way his tone lowered with each step closer, with each hair's breath crossed. As though something broke, or something built, when his hand found her skin. A feather's caress.

Perhaps, the word promise became a bridge they didn't know would build.

She looked up at him, or perhaps he guided her gaze; she couldn't quite tell who had leaned into the moment first (maybe both). But somehow, standing there, he felt less like just another basketball player and more like a man with something unspoken to prove.

Her smile met his, curious and cautious, and with just a little too much hope. “Hey now…” she said, the words softly teasing, a blend of humour and gentleness. “…aren’t we on opposing teams?” Her fingers tapped lightly against his chest (heart) as a quiet laugh slipped free. “Too much luck and you might end up winning your game.”

But the glint in her bright pink gaze? Winning might not be such a bad thing after all.

[sharedpractice]

Kiyoshi blinked, and then laughed—soft, low, and honestly a little breathless. She had him there. That teasing glint in her eye, the confidence blooming over her nerves, he saw it, and it only made her more endearing.

“You’re right,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. “It’s kind of impossible to forget something like that.” His gaze lingered on her, a little longer now, a little deeper, searching not just for meaning, but for permission. For courage.

A pause, just long enough for the moment to settle between them like sunlight after rain. Then, Kiyoshi took a small step forward, shortening the distance she’d placed between them.

“…So what happens if I kiss you back?” he asked, voice warm, sincere, and just bold enough to match her energy. “Do we double the luck?” He tilted his head slightly, inviting, gentle.

His smile softened as he added, “Or would that just make it impossible to focus on the game?”

[satsukimo]

She believed, for a fleeting moment, that she held the advantage as pride bloomed quietly in her chest like a secret flower. But the illusion shattered the instant he stepped forward, calm as ever, untouched by her game.

A sportsman, through and through. Grace in every calculated move.

Her vivid pink gaze stayed fixed on his, a silent current thrumming beneath her skin, keeping her still even as her thoughts raced. Maybe he wasn’t as oblivious as rumours claimed. Maybe he never had been.

“Well…” she murmured, the weight of the moment drawing out each word. How far could this dance go? “Once might be an accident. Twice, for luck. But the third…” A charm, of course.

“…Feels more like a promise.” Of something yet to come. Something more.

[satsukimo]

Am alive and still writing! Just mostly either on haru or working on discord threads! (Add me to write with me! Misa1712)

[kisumitenderly]

Kisumi listened to her description of past experiences. “Well it couldn’t be all bad. The way you talk about it now with me makes it seem you had some spark. Back when I was younger no one wanted to play with me.” He admitted.

At the time it was a daunting task to go up and repeatedly ask someone to join him to only get rejected yet again. Or at times when people did offer to play along side of him, his skill were intimidating and made the other person become discouraged and disinterested.

“If I gave up back then for those bad memories I would never be here now.” Kisumi smiled softly. “Sometimes those bitter moments makes the rest of it a little sweeter.”

[satsukimo]

Some spark.

Satsuki wondered if the brighter the lightning against the night sky only made the darkness more prominent though. She returned his soft smile with an equally soft one. He was right. If only the lightning shines bright, perhaps then, it's worth a bit of darkness.

"I'm glad you never gave up then..." Even the thawing ice felt a tad warmer in her hands. Maybe this person has fought on a similar path.

"Some spark... Say, have you ever had fractured friendships because of this sport? I mean, it's easier to lose the whole thing, but if it's only a fracture..." Perchance a different persepective would open up a world of difference. She looked him in the eyes; some earnest. "How would.. or would you mend it?"

[swimmingforthegold]

[ 🦈 ] — At the silence Rin wondered if he was out of like. Like who would want to meet up with a total stranger at a time like this. He probably got her nervous especially since she was supposed to talk to someone else.

He opened his mouth to apologize for asking such a rude thing, he heard her voice over the phone and the loud crashing of thunder and lightning in the background.

"Yeah, I'm around Toyko. I'm close to Kichijoji Sun Road, the one where they have tons of places to eat. Can we meet there and I'll bring you an umbrella?"

[satsukimo]

Satsuki was feeling incredibly apologetic for a multitude of things at this point. To ask a favour when already in debt was a little beyond her, yet with the looming premonition of bad weather, (and the compassionate display of kindness), it was definitely a little difficult to refuse the offer.

"Ah, you're in Kichijoji too. I was down by Medic's Gym earlier, so I think I'm about 10 minutes away. Mm.. how about in front of the 7-11 on Sun Road?" She added a hint before they hung up. "I have pink hair, that should be easy to spot. See you soon, kind stranger."

Later, on the way though, Satsuki really couldn't help but wonder what the other was like. A light baritone created an image of a young, bright sort of person.

The anticipation felt a little like the curtain rise before a thrilling theatrical show.

[satsukimo]

Momoi Satsuki was a woman with a mission. In all honesty, once she'd put her mind to do something, she'd very likely put in at least 110%, to at least pay tribute to her motivated spirit. So when she saw Kuroko's (cutely-penned-in) birthday on her calendar approaching, she knew a grand party would be the way to go.

And naturally, a party should come with a carefully curated guest list.

Satsuki tapped her pen against her lips in thought. A 20th birthday was a huge celebration. What better than for Kuroko to take wonderful trip down memory lane? A reunion with all his ex-teammates.

There was a sparkle in the pink hues as they eyed the phone number penned in front of her. It hadn't been hard to get a hold of the American number. A reunion wouldn't be complete without every Seirin member after all.

Lifting her phone, she pressed a few keys.

[ To Kiyoshi Teppei ] Hello! This is Momoi Satsuki from Japan. I'm not sure if you remember, but I used to go to Touou Academy? From the rival basketball team? Anyway, I hope this text finds you well. I'm thinking of throwing a 20th birthday party for Kuroko Tetsuya and was wondering if you're interested to attend or if you would be able to make it? @sharedpractice

[satsukimo]

@sharedpractice | from here

Satsuki pulled back, an almost satisfied curl of the lips painting a soft smirk that hopefully didn't betray her internal doubt and anxiety. It was a bold move and she was pleasantly surprised that Kiyoshi didn't freak out at her. Too bold.

But if the subtle dusting of petal pink on her cheeks was any indication, then perhaps, perhaps, it was none-too-obvious after all.

She stepped back, a little distance to contrast the skin-on-skin and she didn't even want to think about what led to such an act. Oh well, act first, think later, right?

A clear of the throat as she responded, "Always expect the unexpected, right?" And her smile, such light, became a lot more genuine. "A kiss always gives good luck, but also..." Two could play the teasing game after all.

"...now you can't stop thinking about it, can you?" Ah, score.

[swimmingforthegold]

[ 🦈 ] — Rin smiled as she apologized for her mistake, and he wasn't about to get mad since it was only an honest misunderstanding. He then hummed, hoping to ease her embarrassment with his words...

"Ah, don't worry about it. It happens to the best of us."

As he continued to listen, he frowned, as it looked like he might be in a bit of trouble. Wondering if he could help her out, the redhead decided to ask just in case.

"Um, if you don't mind...I could help you out. If it's going to rain, you shouldn't be outside by yourself in this weather."

[satsukimo]

She lowered her phone and stared at it in surprise. The sincerity laced in the other's tone sounded like a different language for a moment. Satsuki couldn't stop the minute of doubt that passed through her. It was something she wasn't used to recently, stressed out as she was, with a certain pro basketball player.

This world still had kind people in it (no, really).

"Er..." The phone was against her ear again, but the hesitance remained. Could she ask that favour or was this where she ought to be more cautious?

It was the flash of distant lightning, a firework in the sky, that jolted her into deciding. "Um... if you're in Tokyo... and you wouldn't happen to have an umbrella on you, by any chance?"

[kisumitenderly]

Skilled and serious..

Not two words used often to describe him but Kisumi took the compliment when he could get it. He was probably much more humble than he should be but Kisumi didn’t get the chance to always play with a good team. He was very much grateful being a rookie knowing he would have to earn his keep and continue pushing hard to stay on as a starter.

He definitely needed to hit the gym a hell of a lot more than he was.

Kisumi luckily had taken a seat when he had because if he had she would have knocked him the fuck out. The pressure of the ice pack against his nose was jarring. He bit down on his tongue trying not to curse. That wasn’t gentlemanly at all. Hissing out Kisumi assured her he was alright, “Not a problem.” He forced out before tilting his head back until it rested on the wall behind him.

He wasn’t sure if the ball or the ice pack was worst.

“So do you miss it?” Kisumi wondered trying to change the topic away from the ache in the middle of his face. “You seem to be super knowledgeable..”

[satsukimo]

She blanched and couldn't help wincing just as he did. Ouch. That must have really hurt, and a considerable amount at that. A tingle of shame flowed through Satsuki and her ministrations paused.

Removing the icepack, she straightened up and held it in her palms, trying to thaw it with her body heat. The freezing touch sent an awful chill through her and it reminded her a little of the ache in her heart upon hearing his question. Darkened pink hues eyed the solid ice in thought.

The pain was numbing.

A soft sigh could be heard, then the flow of words in a much lower, subdued tone. "...I'm not sure if I miss it, to be honest." A swipe of the icepack, thumbing away the tiny frost particles as though they were slivers of memories resurfacing from eons long past.

"...Middle school basketball was particularly painful." She looked up and caught his bright hues, wondering if the sentiments were understandable. "Sorry, I'm not sure if you understand, but yeah..." She quirked a humourless smile. "Sports are supposed to build a team, but maybe we were too young to understand how to foster healthy team relationships?"

Or fix broken friendships at that.

[swimmingforthegold]

[ 🦈 ] — As he picked up the call, Rin winched and immediately pulled the device from his ear before he became deaf. He didn't even dare interrupt the caller as she sounded pissed off. Whoever this Dai-chan was...he was dead meat if she got a hold of him.

He remained quiet, impressed by her knowledge of whatever training regimen she had for whoever she was talking to. Her knowledge about it made him a bit jealous. Once she finished her rant, he gave a small embarrassed chuckle,

"Ah, um...I think you have the wrong number. But to be honest, your training regimen is on point, if I knew you I would've followed every detail of it. hehe, sorry..."

[satsukimo]

The whistle of the passing breeze stung with its chill, but perhaps, it didn't sting just as much as the mistake at hand. The voice certainly didn't belong to a cold-hearted ass she knew. It was brighter, embarrassed yes, but also intrigued.

Something she hadn't heard in so long.

A distant rumble of thunder jolted her back to the call. She was surprised the receiver hadn't hung up in all honesty. "...You're not Aomine Daiki. I... Thanks, I- Sorry, I thought..." A stressed whisper to herself. "...Darn, he's supposed to come get me. ...And it's supposed to rain soon too..."

[kisumitenderly]

Kisumi bulked at the term veteran player. He didn’t consider himself one, not always having the team behind him to get good experience or exposure. “I’m skilled but not the best on the team.” He admitted generally never one to boost about his athleticism. “We won, but not by much. Some stupid interference calls nearly cost us the match.” He explained already hearing the play back of his coach reaming the team out in the locker room after making some dumb moves.

“We could have easily won by more..” he sighed knowing that his team needed some more time to play cohesively.

Kisumi’s brow quirked hearing about a “fan club”. “Eh? You think..” if he had a fan club he wasn’t currently aware. Younger in smaller schools he definitely had a following and it had been entirely suffocating. He couldn’t get a second alone. He wasn’t sure if that was due to his basketball skills or his looks. He was leaning towards the latter. Yet being at a far larger college he might have some admirers but maybe they were more mature than middle school girls.

Kisumi followed in tow as they got themselves checked in to grab an ice pack. The frosty chill from the ice against his face stung but was a relief from the ache. “Are you sure it’s not broken??”

[satsukimo]

She had to smile at his display of humbleness as they fumbled around the self-service first aid area for a disposable ice pack. Granted, she didn't know him at all and had never seen him play, even the surface appearance of analysis could only go so far. But she did know one thing from their brief interaction.

He loved this sport.

And a person who spoke that way, with a serious look in their eyes, critisizing their own skills, is definitely someone genuine; someone she could get behind.

"It takes a skilled player to know they're not skilled... and probably a serious one to not know their fanbase. Ah, you should sit." A gesture to the uncomfortable seats that lined the wall. She stood in front of him, helping him ice the slightly redden area of his nose, a look of focus and concern marring her features.

"Hmm definitely not broken. Does it hurt much? It shouldn't swell, but this ice would hel- Ack! Sorry!" Just a little too hard of a press. She smiled sheepishly and the thulian light in her eyes dimmed in slight. "It's been a while since I had to help someone with an injury. I'm out of practice."

It's been a while since she even had a team.

[sportbaes]

what was so important for momoi to invite him out? he couldn't tell if it was because of kuroko or shopping in general. there wasn't really that many reasons, unless she wanted to buy something for aomine? that part didn't cross his mind, until now.

"hey, no need to pull, momocchi." he exclaimed, eyes blinked a few times while his feet continued along towards the river bank.

kise was rather confused for them being here, "why are we here?" he asked as he turned to stare at her, was there a reason for this? "did you bring me here to confess a secret?" that wasn't right, or perhaps it was something she wanted to say, guess he wouldn't know until she spoke up.

[satsukimo]

There was something nostalgic and endearing in the confusion that was painted so clearly on the blonde's face. Kise had something Aomine never had, and it was incredibly refreshing to Momoi.

"Secret... huh." She sighed, an odd sort of smile lifting the corners of her lips as she stared out beyond the blue, sapphire liquid. Definitely refreshing; double the clarity now that Kise was there.

A deep, deep breath was taken, before... “AHHHHHHHHHHH!” The scream echoed across the river, and with it, took a burden of sorrow. It shattered (more than just) the silence and tranquility. A few flutter of wings responded.

"...It's over, Ki-chan." And it sounded awfully hollow even to her own ears. It's all over.

[sportbaes]

@satsukimo

it's been a while since kise saw momoi, while he lived rather far away; the blond came to tokyo occasionally for work. though this was fine, kinda. he somewhat expected for her to invite him to hang out for a while, was it because of kurokocchi? or was it because they don't see each other as much like they used to.

"momocchi, are we going somewhere?" kise asked, "wait, are we going to surprise kurokocchi together?" he knew she wanted to see him, maybe he'd help her out when it came to shopping for clothes or food.

[satsukimo]

It wasn't a spur of the moment that saw her texting the blonde to meet up. Although it had been forever and an age since they'd all met, and basketball in fact, felt like forever and two ages, but there was an indescribable nostalgia she'd felt for Kise and his effervescence.

It had to be him and no one else.

She tugged at his arm, pulling him along in spite of his endless stream of curiosity and chatter. "C'mon, Ki-chan! We're almost there!" The tugging and pulling, (with soft, knowing smiles laced in between), continued until they reached the edge of a quiet river bank. The cooling breeze painted a breath of freshness against the clear blue water and the lush green lawn where they stood—a nook away from the world. Even the little ducks gliding past told no secrets.

"We're here!" A triumphant annoucement as she turned to face golden hues. She'd anticipated his confusion.

[kisumitenderly]

“Right back at you Momoi..” Kisumi smiled as he listened tentatively to her reasoning for being so knowledgeable about the sport. “Ah, a manager. That makes sense.” He agreed. “We didn’t have a manager for awhile then one of our players had a twin sister he convince to do it. They fought all the time.” He rolled his eyes at the not so fond memory.

“I’ve been playing since middle school.” He supplied as they continued their walk across the bustling quad of collage kids. Everyone seemed to be talking or hanging outside in the nice weather. He much preferred this.

“Yeah we play pretty often. When we’re not we’re doing conditioning so I’m training year round.” Kisumi explained as he thought about how he should describe their team. “There’s a lot of senior members I’m one of the younger guys. They seem to gel well and I’m just starting to mesh in.” He explained. They were already a solid team so it shouldn’t be too hard but it takes time to learn from the others to work well as a single unit.

[satsukimo]

She nodded appreciatively at his kind and patient explanations, revelling in the beauty of the words spoken out loud about a time in her past when she'd once wished could last an eternity. Managers, members, seniors, middle school, play, gel well.

          Team.

A genuine smile with a tinge of nostalgia graced her lips, but her excitement was telling. "Fights are inevitable, but that's amazing. Since middle school... would make you like a veteran player now?" The question took on a teasing tone, but the admiration never left. "It's been ages since I've seen a live game. How did your previous match go? Was it a win?"

She motioned to the building ahead of them. "Oh, and here we are. Come, let's get that ice onto you. Your fanclub will be after my blood if they see a bruise on you!" And a soft chuckle rang through the quad, intertwining with the light breeze—as gentle.

[kisumitenderly]

Kisumi hummed quietly in response as he began to grab his things, his phone was tossed aside as well as a small messenger bag. Slinging it crossed his chest he soon followed the girl. Oh. He didn’t even know her name.

“I’m Kisumi.” He stated suddenly as he began to walk beside her towards the eastern infirmary. Luckily he personally didn’t need to attend it often at all. He held the baseball under his arm for a moment before passing it back over to his escort. "So you seem to know a great deal. Do you play?" he questioned.

"I'm happy with point guard." He shrugged, "I don't think I would make the move to small forward unless there was a dire need for me to shift." He was comfortable with his teammates thus far and certainly didn't want to ruffle feathers with a position change.

[satsukimo]

A soft smile graced her features at the proclamation of his confidence. It was a kind of nostalgia much like the pebbles on the basketball he handed back to her, tinged with roughness and fondness.

"Nice to meet you, Kisumi-kun. I'm Momoi Satsuki," she relayed back an answer to the unsaid question, approving of the composure in the other. There was something charismatic that came with possessing the skills of a point guard. "I don't play... or have much to do with basketball any more, but I used to help manage a team back in high school."

She slowed her steps some to let passing students overtake them. The distant chatter of campus life painted such a different, vibrant realm to high school. "Have you been playing for long? What's TakaDai's team like here?" A twinkle of wistful excitement. "I assume they must have a few strings... Do you get to compete much?"