"You play too rough, but under the midnight rain, neither of us is keeping score."
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Pairing: Aomine Daiki x Reader
Genre: Romance, Steamy Fluff, Established Relationship
Warnings: Kissing, teasing, biting, heavy touching, clothing tugging.
Word Count: ~550 words
The rain had been coming down for hours. Not the dramatic kind that rolled in with thunder and disappeared twenty minutes later. This was the stubborn kind. Heavy enough to blur the city lights beyond your bedroom window into watercolor streaks, steady enough to make the whole apartment feel smaller.
Aomine had invited himself over after practice. Now he was stretched across your bed like he paid rent, one arm tucked beneath his head while the other lazily spun his basketball above him. His shirt was still damp around the collar, and there were faint specks of rainwater darkening your comforter.
"You know," you said without looking up from your desk, "most people wipe themselves off before making themselves at home."
"Hm?"
"My sheets."
"They'll dry."
You sighed. "They're not yours."
"They are while I'm here."
There it was. That ridiculous confidence that somehow managed to sound less like arrogance and more like an undeniable law of nature. The basketball slipped from his fingers, bounced once against the carpet, and rolled somewhere under your desk. Neither of you moved to get it.
When you finally looked over, he was already watching you.
"What?"
"C'mere."
"No."
"C'mere."
"You literally just ordered me."
"And?"
You barely had time to roll your eyes before he reached over, caught your wrist, and tugged. The world tilted. One second you were standing. The next you were sitting sideways across his lap, trying very hard not to laugh at how annoyingly easy he'd made it look.
"Told you."
"You cheated."
"I was faster."
"You always say that."
"'Cause it's true."
His grin spread slow and lazy, all sharp edges softened by exhaustion. The room smelled faintly of rain-soaked pavement and the citrus detergent you'd washed your blankets with. Somewhere outside, tires hissed across wet roads.
His large, calloused hand settled against the back of your neck. Gentle. Almost.
"You talk too much," he murmured.
"So do y..."
The rest disappeared against his mouth. The kiss started warm, lingering, and familiar, but as your fingers found the damp fabric of his collar, the lazy rhythm dissolved. Aomine let out a low, rough growl in the back of his throat, his grip tightening at your nape as he tilted your head back, forcing your lips open to deepen the kiss instantly.
He tasted hot and dizzying, his tongue sliding against yours with a heavy, demanding pressure that made your toes curl. Your chest flushed hot against his broad torso. His free hand didn’t stay still; it slid firmly down your spine, massive fingers hooking underneath the hem of your cropped shirt to grip the bare, warm skin of your waist. He pulled you flush against his lap, obliterating any space left between you.
The heat in the room spiked. You whined softly into his mouth as his thumb dragged hard against your hipbone, his lips bruising yours in a messy, breathless exchange. When he finally pulled back just a fraction for air, his teeth caught your bottom lip in a sharp, playful bite, pulling the sensitive skin taut before releasing it with a slick, quiet pop.
"There you are," he mumbled against your mouth, his breath hitching, dark eyes heavy and dark with a sudden, intense hunger.
Your chest was heaving, your lips tingling and swollen from his grip. You narrowed your eyes, your own hands sliding up his chest to tangle directly into his damp hair. "Oh, you're definitely asking for it."
"What? Another kiss?" He looked entirely too pleased with himself, a cocky smirk pulling at his bruised lips.
Instead of answering, you shifted your weight over his lap, anchoring yourself completely against him, and crashed your lips back onto his. This time, you drove him back into the pillows, your hands tugging at his hair as he wrapped both arms around your waist, pulling you down into the mattress with him.
Outside, the rain kept falling. Inside, neither of you cared who won.
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(A tad bit different, I hate constantly using y/n soryyyy.)
Loyal Dog- Kuroko x fem reader love letter commission
A/N: Another love letter commission for the lovely @crowned-peony I have spots open again for the dark content ones, the sfw fluff, and the spicey ones.
TW: Dark Content, Stalking, Breaking and entering, allusions to noncon, first pov from Kuroko's perspective
To my Bunny,
The others would tell me what I’m doing isn’t healthy, isn’t normal, isn’t… sane. I know it to an extent. I know that following you home, following you to class, watching you shop, isn’t within the societal norms. But I’m just making sure you are safe.
You don’t see the way the others look at you. You’re too naive, too soft, and too innocent with your big doe eyes. You don’t see that when you turn your back, they make crude gestures and leer just a bit more than they should. You’re gorgeous, anyone with eyes can see that, but they are greedy. Their hands are filthy and, worse so, are their mouths. They don’t deserve to even look at you, breathe in your direction, let alone touch you or talk to you.
So, I follow, at a distance, without your knowledge… every day. I’ve done it so much that even my basketball practice is beginning to suffer, but if there’s one thing more important than basketball, it’s you.
Bunny, do you realize the hold you have over me? Do you know that your words shape my world? That I would rewrite my very universe if you so much as asked?
I haven’t held a ball in weeks, because I’m too desperate chasing off those who linger too close to you like some rabid dog. A loyal but diseased ridden animal, snapping and frothing at those who step too close. And you, such a sweet little thing, don’t even notice. You are so lost in your books, your writing, and your imagination that you don’t see that everyone gives you a wide berth once they notice the man with a dead-eyed glare.
The others on the team are concerned; I can see it when they stop by my locker and notice I’m not there. I used to be so predictable, sticking to my own schedule, but now I stick to yours and they don’t know of you. I’ve kept you separate from them on purpose. They wouldn’t approve but they are also just as sinful as your other followers. I don’t need more competition.
Today you left your water bottle at home. I notice the way your fingers twitch and reach for it, and just such a small thing causing you an increment of discomfort makes my heart ache. It’s my first break that I decide to go back to your apartment and grab it for you.
I know where you keep your spare key, just like I know when you leave your bag on the chair before class to go grab a snack. Slipping it in is so easy, what I don’t expect is your expression when you discover it.
It’s a mixture of joy, confusion, and something darker that shadows your features like a storm cloud. It makes my teeth clench. Every emotion that I feel is on edge even if it doesn’t show on my face.
Why do you look like that?
But then you shake your head, “Well, I suppose I can deal with it later.”
It’s a mumble of uncertainty but you don’t open the bottle like I expect and take a long satisfying drink. Instead, you eye it with suspicion and place it back in the locker.
Don’t you trust me? I wouldn’t ever do anything to harm you. All I do, all I crave is to keep you safe.
You arrive home later that day and every one of your motions is stilted. You are on the phone, talking to a friend and you hover at the door. You run your finger over the wood, the knob, check to see that the extra key is where I put it and where you always leave it.
“Stay on, I’m going in now,” you say, false cheery into the receiver.
I’m lurking around the corner of the corridor watching as every move you telegraph reads like paranoia. Once you step inside, you are out of my sight, but I move closer as your door shuts behind you.
“No looks like everything is fine. I just… don’t know how it got there,” your muffled voice explains to your friend. “Thanks.”
It’s probably a bad decision to do this. But you make me impulsive, different than usual. I don’t have control when it comes to you. I can’t force myself to fight against my instincts. Not the desire to keep you, protect you, or take you. And now finally the third one has come to pass.
I wait as patiently as possible for the sun to dip behind the horizon before I make my way to the fire escape balcony that lies outside your window. The window you never close because even though some strange things have happened recently you still trust your neighborhood too much. You still assume you are too safe.
I climb through without even having to squeeze. You’ve left it wide open for me, like some part of you knew I was coming.
I toe my shoes off, tread across the carpet of your room silently and stop at the foot of the bed. You’re tangled in the bedsheets; the summer warmth of the night has caused perspiration to bead over your skin. You’re dipped in silver moonlight and the sweat glistens like starlight, it calls to me, tells me to partake, to take a bite of the apple.
The bed dips with me and still you barely stir. You inhale when my hand covers yours, pins it to the mattress and then I swiftly settle my hips over yours. Your eyes fly open; your mouth drops as you prepare to scream but it’s muffled by my palm instantly.
“Hello, Bunny. I’ve been waiting for this day,” I whisper, and I imagine what I will tell people when they ask what our first date was.
Kuroko was used to being invisible. That was what he was known for.
People never noticed him even if he was right by their side. People never thought about him nor his feelings even if they were supposedly “friends”.
That was Kuroko’s life. A life where he was invisible.
But Kuroko didn’t mind, he had gotten used to it. At least that’s what he told himself.
So it was only reasonable to think Y/N was the same, right?
Kuroko was convinced Y/N would forget about him. Would forget about his feelings and his presence as a whole.
They were two worlds apart, anyway. Y/N was popular, known, acknowledged. Everything Kuroko wasn’t.
But he was proven wrong, badly.
Whenever Y/N and Kuroko were in the same room, she would always notice him first.
Whenever Kuroko was forgotten by others, Y/N was quick to include him.
For once, someone didn’t see him as “just a shadow to someone’s light”.
Y/N saw him as an actual person. A person with feelings that were meant to be recognized just like everybody else’s.
Kuroko didn’t realize how much he wished to have some recognition until Y/N gave it to him.
And for a long time, he had always seen Y/N as a close friend of his. A close friend that would always make him feel seen.
It wasn’t until a certain night he realized his true feelings towards the girl.
———
"Whoa, the stars are pretty…"
Y/N muttered under her breath as she admired the moonlight sky.
Kuroko and Y/N were currently outside in a park, gazing at the stars.
This was, of course, Y/N’s idea to go here. She suggested the idea mostly to gawk at the stars.
Kuroko hadn’t spoken much the entire time they’ve been here, just listening Y/N ramble about the beauty of the stars above them.
Even if Kuroko didn’t say it, he could agree. The stars sure were beautiful.
"It’s so cool how each star has its own backstory and meaning!"— Y/N said in a tone full of adoration.
Kuroko just hummed slightly, staring up at the sky.
“Which one’s your favorite?"—Kuroko asked, finally speaking up.
Y/N hummed as she thought about the question she had just received. After a few seconds, she turned to Kuroko with a confident smile as she had just gotten her answer.
“The Vega star, alongside the Altair. Vega and Altair are said to be lovers separated by the Milky Way, allowed to reunite just once a year. Isn’t that fascinating?”
Y/N explained, her voice softened into a quieter tone when she said that. Her gaze eventfully turned back up into the sky.
But Kuroko wasn’t looking at the stars.
His gaze was on her instead.
Vega and Altair…allowed to reunite once a year. Yet still remained in love with one another.
Did such love still exist in this world?
Kuroko stayed silent as his eyes stayed on Y/N’s face. His heart began subtly pounding against his chest.
Maybe love like that did exist.
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not rlly proofread so pls forgive me if you see any mistakes😭
Akashi and Kuroko (separate) x tall! Reader fic is in the works - here’s a sneak peek 👀
Ik ik “what does tha have to do with the reader being tall 🤨??” Im getting carried away that’s why it’s taking so long dang it 😭 it’s suppose to be a short fic and im barely halfway done with Akashi’s part AHHH
Anyway yeah posting this to hold me accountable so I can actually work on it again 😙
Haii! I got this idea and i couldn't get it out my mind for a while. Could you do a scenario or short story of Ex! Kuruko x Fem!Reader? (Taller reader)
The plot could be Y/N ignoring Kuroko or acting as if he isn't there, be shes here because Riko asked her to help or train the team. Leading her to train everyone but him. Let's say Y/N used to be a coach! :D
Can be fluff or whatever you come up with!
Thanks if you do this!
Thank you for your request. I thought it was a cool idea and hope you like the story.
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authors note: Y/n = your name// L/n = Last name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3
pairing: Ex! Kuruko x fem!reader
summary:
genre: romance, hurt/post-breakup
word count: 6.2k
The gym was alive with energy. The loud bouncing of the balls and the sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor, the faint sound of voices echoed, and Riko’s sharp voice rang out with instructions. You stood by the sideline, arms crossed, posture straight in your track jacket.
It had been weeks since you last set foot in Seirin’s gym. Weeks since you’d looked at him.
“Kuroko, don’t slack!” Riko barked.
You clenched your jaw, forcing yourself to keep your eyes forward. You weren’t here for him. You were here because Riko had asked — practically begged — you to help. Former volleyball captain, former coach, someone who knew how to push athletes to their limit. They needed you.
So you agreed. Even if it meant standing in the same room as him.
“Ladders, then suicides,” you said crisply,“If you’re not gasping by the end, you’re not working hard enough.”
The team groaned but obeyed. You moved through them like a professional: correcting stances, clapping encouragement, nudging them when they slowed down. You even adjusted Kagami’s dribble posture, sparred briefly with Hyuuga, and gave Kiyoshi extra resistance work.
Everyone. Except Kuroko.
You didn’t so much as glance at him.
The others noticed quickly.
“Uh… senpai?” Kagami panted between sprints,“Aren’t you gonna… I don’t know, say something to Kuroko too?”
“I don’t need special treatment,” Kuroko answered before you could. His voice was even, unreadable, but his pale eyes flickered toward you for the briefest moment. You kept your arms folded,“Good. Because he won’t get it.”
The silence that followed was heavy, even Riko blinking in surprise. But no one dared push it further — not with the sharp edge in your tone.
Hours passed like that. You threw yourself into training the team, your sharp coach’s voice cutting through the gym. You corrected Kagami’s footwork until he cursed under his breath, made Izuki run plays until his lungs burned, and pushed Mitobe harder than anyone thought possible.
But when it came to Kuroko? Nothing. Not a word. Not a nod. Not even an acknowledgement that he was there.
And it was killing him.
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It had been autumn, and golden yellow leaves were already scattered all over the park when you two went for your usual post-training run. It was quiet and cosy, exactly what you needed after a stressful day at work. It was the very day Kuroko decided to take your hand. He liked you, he always had. In his eyes, you were almost perfect: a tall, beautiful young woman with ambition, drive, intellect and an infectious sweet smile.
When you felt the warmth of his hand, a small shiver ran through your body. You had already wished for it during the last lap of the park, but Kuroko had made no move, let alone given any indication that he liked you too. But this was a clear sign, and when you realised it, your heart stopped for a moment. He liked you too?
You always thought that he would never consider you as a girlfriend because you were a whole ten centimetres taller than him. You often noticed that boys found you strange because of this or called you a giraffe. But Kuroko didn't care. When you told him that, he simply replied: The bigger the person, the more room there is for a great personality.
As the leaves changed from yellow to a sea of orange and red tones, your friendship blossomed into a tender romance. Sweet afternoons in the library, while wind and weather lashed against the old windows. Or marshmallow film evenings, when Kuroko made hot chocolate with mini marshmallows for you, while you sat cuddled up together on the small sofa in the living room.
Everything seemed to be going well until summer arrived. You weren't super extroverted, but you could recharge your batteries with the right people. There were more and more invitations to beach trips, parties and hangouts. You wanted to have a great summer and enjoy new experiences. Kuroko, on the other hand, preferred to avoid all that. He would rather play basketball day and night or hang out with his teammates and occasionally the other Wonders.
You wanted him to come along so that you could share new experiences and make memories together... but he didn't want to. You had to beg him every time. And when he finally agreed, he didn't seem to enjoy himself. You couldn't understand how he could get along so easily with the others, especially Kagami, and then act like that at parties. Just as waves wash away the sand on the beach, your feelings for him washed away too. You seem to have nothing in common anymore, always training, and the quiet, peaceful moments you shared had become too quiet for you. You wanted to use the little time you had together to find out what moved him, what he was doing or thinking. But that happened all too rarely. So you grew apart quietly but steadily.
Neither of them had ever spoken about the break-up out loud, it had just happened and you knew it: that was the beginning of the end.
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Later, as practice ended and the others collapsed onto benches, Kuroko lingered in the middle of the court. His hands curled slightly at his sides, his gaze finally meeting yours,“L/n-san.”
You froze.
“Why won’t you look at me?” His voice was soft, calm — but laced with something raw.
“I’m not here to talk to you,” you said, sharper than you intended,“I’m here for the team.”
Kuroko stepped forward. Even without raising his voice, the quiet determination in him pinned you still,“You can’t keep pretending I don’t exist.”
Your chest tightened. For weeks, you’d told yourself this was the only way — ignoring him, burying the ache, moving on. Because being with him had been… hard. You remembered it vividly: sitting side by side, waiting for words that never came, conversations that felt one-sided. You’d told him, “You’re too quiet, too reserved. I don’t know what you’re thinking. It feels like I’m the only one reaching out.”
And when he didn’t answer, when his silence stretched too long — you walked away.
“I told you why, ad besides with your low presence, its like you dont exsist...not my fault” you muttered now, staring at the floor,“You never gave me enough of yourself. You were too quiet. I felt like I was dating a ghost.”
Kuroko’s lips parted, and for once, he didn’t hesitate,“…I’m sorry. I thought being by your side was enough. But I realize now… it wasn’t. I should have spoken more. I should have told you what you mean to me.”
Your breath caught.
Riko and the others, sensing the weight of the moment, slipped out quietly, leaving the gym eerily empty.
Kuroko’s voice stayed steady,“I don’t like being separated from you Y/n. It hurts more than anything. Even if I don’t always show it the way others do… I care for you deeply. I don’t want this distance anymore.”
The walls you’d built around your heart cracked. Slowly, you turned — meeting his gaze for the first time in weeks. His expression was the same as always: calm, unreadable. But his eyes… his eyes told the truth.
“…You mean that?” you asked quietly.
“Yes.” His reply came without hesitation,“If you’ll let me, I want to try again. And this time… I’ll speak, even if I stumble. I don’t want you to feel alone with me ever again.”
Something warm broke through your chest, the ache easing. You let out a shaky laugh, brushing your hair back,“You’re still bad at words, you know that?”
“Yes,” he admitted, a faint smile tugging at his lips,“But I’ll keep trying. For you.”
For the first time since your breakup, you smiled back. And when he stepped closer, slipping his hand carefully into yours, you didn’t pull away. You weren’t going to let silence tear you apart.
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It had been three weeks since that night in the gym. Three weeks since Kuroko had taken your hand and promised he would try harder, promised he wouldn’t let silence ruin things again. But as you sat on the bench, arms crossed while the boys ran drills, the heaviness in your chest told you otherwise.
Nothing had changed: Kuroko still drifted like a ghost across the court, quietly passing, quietly playing, quietly existing. And outside of practice? A “good morning” here, a faint smile there… but no real difference. No conversation. No warmth.
Had he lied? - Your jaw clenched as you blew the whistle, barking at Kagami to drop lower in defense. You didn’t so much as glance at Kuroko. He felt it—every time. The chill in your tone. The way your gaze slid over him like he was invisible again.
It hurt. But he didn’t know how to fix it. The rest of the team noticed quickly.
“Man, the air’s freezing in here,” Kagami muttered one day, wiping sweat from his brow. He glanced at Kuroko, then at you, then back at Kuroko,“…Are you two fighting again?”
Kuroko didn’t answer, but his silence spoke volumes.
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Later, as practice wrapped up, Kagami cornered him near the lockers,“Oi, Kuroko. You’re seriously bad at this.”
Kuroko blinked. “Bad at…?”
“At showing you give a damn!” Kagami snapped,“You say you care, but she can’t see it. You’re too quiet, too… too invisible. If you want her back, you gotta prove it, not just say it once and vanish again!”
Kuroko’s gaze dropped, but Kagami wasn’t done. He jabbed a finger at him,“Effort doesn’t count if no one notices it. Start making it obvious.”
Meanwhile, in the office, Riko sat with you, sipping water after practice. Akashi had stopped by, checking in on Seirin’s progress, and found himself dragged into the conversation when he noticed your stony expression.
“You’re upset,” Riko said bluntly. You scoffed,“Upset? Try bitter. He said he’d try, and nothing’s changed. I feel like he tricked me with words he didn’t mean.”
Akashi studied you carefully, then folded his arms,“You’re wrong.”
Your head snapped toward him,“Excuse me?”
“Kuroko has always been the type to act quietly, almost imperceptibly,” Akashi said, calm but firm,“He doesn’t grandstand. He doesn’t shower affection loudly. But that does not mean he doesn’t try. It means his efforts look different.”
Riko nodded, chiming in,“Think about it—hasn’t he been arriving earlier lately? Helping the others more? Making sure Kagami hydrates, or that Kiyoshi doesn’t overstrain? That’s not coincidence. That’s him showing you, in his own way, that he’s serious about being better.”
Your stomach twisted. You had noticed those things, but you’d dismissed them—thinking it was just Kuroko being himself, not something meant for you.
“But… if he really wants me back, why can’t he just say it? Why can’t he just show it in a way I understand?” you whispered.
Akashi’s eyes softened slightly,“Because he’s Tetusya. He gives everything in subtle ways. If you demand he change entirely, then you’re not accepting the person he is. You must decide if his quiet devotion is enough for you.”
Riko leaned forward, voice gentler now,“He is trying. Maybe not loudly. But he’s trying for you.”
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That night, as you walked home, their words gnawed at you. You replayed the little things: Kuroko holding the door for you without saying a word. Setting an extra water bottle by your seat during practice. Walking you halfway home in silence, even if you didn’t talk to him.
Maybe he had been trying all along.
But… could you accept his love in that form? Quiet. Subtle. Almost invisible—yet undeniably steady.
Your heart wavered. You felt… confused.
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It was Saturday morning. You had just made it to the gym in time for the start of training. Tea in one hand, training plan in the other. Winter had made itself more than noticeable with its cold weather. You had placed your light blue scarf and navy blue jacket on one of the benches at the entrance and started to put on your trainers. Practice was brutal that day. It was training for the winter cup after all. Riko had everyone running until their legs shook, but even exhaustion couldn’t smother the tension in the gym. Everyone felt it — the cold distance between you and Kuroko.
Until it snapped. Kagami snapped. Taiga had just collapsed onto the bench when he blurted out, “Oi, I can’t take this anymore! You two are driving me nuts. Kuroko, do something already!”
“Kagami—” you started, but Kuroko’s voice cut through the noise,“L/n-san.”
You froze. He was standing in the middle of the court, facing you directly. No hesitation, no drifting. Just Kuroko, eyes fixed on you with quiet determination.
“I need to say this here. To you. In front of everyone,” he said calmly, though his ears were faintly pink. The entire gym went silent. Even Riko looked stunned. Kuroko continued, voice steady despite the flush creeping across his cheeks,“I know I am quiet. Very quiet. I know I don’t express myself the way others do. But that doesn’t mean I feel any less. In fact I love and adore you. I want you back. I don’t want to be apart anymore.”
Your throat tightened. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. And then, before you could react, Kuroko walked straight up to you, stopping so close you had to tilt your chin down to look at him. He reached up — not awkwardly, but with a firmness that surprised everyone — and tugged lightly at your sleeve.
“I’ll prove it.” And then, Kuroko kissed you.
It wasn’t graceful. At all. Because you were so much taller, he had to tiptoe, and even then he barely managed to reach. The sight of Kuroko stretching with all his might, lips just brushing yours, was so absurd that Kagami burst out laughing mid-cheer, “PFFT—he’s standing on his toes!”
“Shut up, Kagami!” Hyuuga barked, but he was laughing too.
Mitsui whistled, “Didn’t think you had it in you, Kuroko.”
Riko cupped her cheeks, squealing,“Finally! My ship sails!”
Even Kiyoshi clapped slowly, grinning like a proud dad,“I was beginning to worry you’d both die of tension before this happened.”
You pulled back, blinking down at Kuroko, who promptly dropped back onto his heels with a faint huff. His face was red, but his voice was calm as ever,“There. Now you can’t say my feelings are invisible.”
The gym erupted into laughter and applause, some of the boys chanting,“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss again!”
You laughed too — the bitterness and doubt cracking wide open into something warm and light,“You really are impossible, Kuroko.”
He glanced up at you, eyes steady,“But you’ll stay anyway?”
You leaned down this time, pressing a proper kiss to his lips before the team’s hoots and hollers grew deafening. “Yeah,” you whispered against his mouth. “I’ll stay.”
Summary: When Kuroko finds out that you like skiing, he is excited and very excited to go skiing with you. But what happens when your ski skills are a little rusty? Could you fall…for someone?
Note: y/n = your name; Gif is not mine
You had never seen so much snow in your life.
The mountains of Hokkaido stretched endlessly before you, blanketed in white like a scene out of a postcard. The ski lodge behind you was cozy and warm, but Tetsuya had gently taken your gloved hand and led you toward the slopes, his eyes lit with something more than just the reflection of sunlight on snow.
“I’ll be right beside you,” he promised, voice soft but firm, that ever-steady calmness wrapping around you like a second scarf.
Ever since Kuroko went skiing with his parents as a child, he had a lot of fun and had lots of wonderful memories. So it wasn't surprising that when he found out that you could ski too, he wanted to include you in these beautiful memories. So here you are, in the Hokkaido mountains, on a blue and easy slope.
It wasn’t your first time skiing… but it might as well have been. The nerves fluttered in your chest, partly from the steep hill ahead and partly because Tetsuya was holding your hand.
Since your days together in middle school at Teiko, you couldn't stop thinking about Kuroko. The softness in his eyes, his unwavering loyalty and his seemingly never-ending helpfulness. He wasn’t the loudest or the flashiest—not like Kagami or Aomine—but he had this way of making every moment feel important. Special. Yes, you fell in love with this wonderful person.
“I’m not going to let you fall,” he added after a beat, as your thoughts turn back to him and the mountain ahead you.
You smiled shyly under your scarf and ski helmet. “I don’t mind falling, as long as I try to succeed. And if I fall with you, I'll be in safe hands." Wait, what did you just say? You look shyly at the ground, your cheeks hot and red. Luckily, Testuya couldn't see that because of the scarf.
He blinked slowly, then turned his head just slightly, his lips curling in that tiny smile that always made your heart skip. “I fall for or with you all the time.”
The wind picked up then, making you laugh as you wobbled on your skis, cheeks burning hotter than the hot cocoa waiting back at your lodge. He moved closer without hesitation, steadying you with a gloved hand to your waist. His touch was warm even through all the layers. Was he flirting with you right now?
No, that couldn't be right. Momoi has had a crush on Tetsuya since middle school. The two always shared intimate moments like hugs and sweet looks for each other. You always had the feeling that he wasn't averse to Momoi. On the contrary, he seemed to like her. Unfortunately for you, that just meant you had to swallow your feelings for Tetsuya. Momoi was your dear friend and you wanted Kuroko to be happy. Even if that meant, it wouldn't be with you.
The ski run was slow—intentionally so on his part. He matched your pace, sliding beside you in quiet rhythm. The world felt muffled, peaceful, like the snow had created a bubble just for the two of you. He’d occasionally reach out, gently correcting your form or pointing out animal tracks in the snow with quiet excitement.
And when you inevitably lost your balance, because you were lost in thoughts, and tumbled into the powder with a soft flump, he was there instantly, kneeling beside you.
“I told you I’d be here when you fall,” he said, brushing a bit of snow from your hat, his pale blue eyes earnest.
You reached up and tugged gently at the scarf around his neck, drawing him down just enough to press a kiss to his cold cheek. “I know. That’s why I’m not scared.”
For a moment, he just looked at you, snowflakes gathering in his hair, face flushed from the cold—and maybe something more.
You shone in his eyes. Your love and devotion, kindness towards everyone and the magical smile that would make his day better every time. But why would you never pick up the clue, when he flirted with you? Was he that bad at it? Every time you would brush it off, you didn't even blush. It was as if his actions and words had no effect on you. It was that day in middle school…the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Kuroko was on her way to the gym. Two girls came up to him, their conversation deepened, they ignored him. He was used to it. "Aimeé, watch where you're going," says the tall girl next to her, as she was pulling her friend to the side.
She had noticed him? That shocked him. Which piqued his interest in you. The more he would learn about you, the more his feelings for you would grow.
He held out his hand to help you up. But you had other plans. With a sudden movement, you pull him towards you in the snow. Covered in powdery snow, which is made to shine by the sun, you lie there laughing. The first sunset glow was already slowly appearing and painted beautiful colors of red, magenta and orange on the small fluffy clouds.
You pack up your skis and make your way back to the valley station. While you wait for the ski bus, you think about how beautiful he looked with the snow sparkling in his hair.
"Hey y/n, should we eat in the hotel restaurant tonight? I don't want to cook today", he asks quietly in your direction. No answer. Your head had landed slowly and softly on his shoulder. You fell asleep from the shaking of the bus and Kuroko's closeness had made you sleepy. You just felt safe with him.
If only you knew, your dreams have already come true.
kuroko having cold hands and his girlfriend who warms them up for him. he'd sometimes wear gloves to keep them warm but he finds it hard to touch anything with it on, plus the cold still reaches his fingertips. you'd see how he'd stare at his hands as they turn red from the low temperature, and before they become numb you take off your glove and put it on his left hand. you take his right hand
you two would walk to school with his cold hands entangled with your warm ones. if he had the choice to never let go, he wouldn't. nothing feels better than to have your soft and gentle hands warm him up, even reaching his prickling cheeks.
