Entering her classroom, [Y/N] massages the bridge of her nose in irritation as she sets her bag down on her desk, exhaling through her nose exasperatedly. This was really getting old, she thinks to herself. What Kuroko was thinking, she had no idea, but she also had no interest whatsoever in finding out. She was done with pining over him. She was over bending over backwards just to try and see herself reflected back in his eyes. Sure, he was obviously making an effort to show her how much he valued their friendship, or relationship, or whatever the hell it was they had, but she was scared. She did not want to invest deeply again only to be ignored once everything was back to normal. Or the normal they were used to, anyway.
Kuroko was important to her, of course, but she didn't want him to be a primary component of her daily thoughts. She was done with that part of her life. What kind of person would she be if she didn't learn from her mistakes? Well, she would be like the past version of herself, that's what.
She couldn't yet ignore the possibility of the actuality of his feelings. She was still once a love-struck school girl seeking desperately for the attention of a boy she barely knew at all, a bit that she had only come to realize now. She still had to remind herself about her resolution. She still had to steel her nerves whenever he was around. But, and she was proud of this, she was making much progress, and she didn't want to throw that away for the uncertain possibility that he might have feelings for her, something which he never straightforwardly admitted to at all.
Now, she didn't know what to do. It felt like no matter what she would say, he would still hang around her like a tail. Should she just put up with it or should she make an effort to push him away? Both options, she thinks, could possibly but not absolutely yield results. Yet, again she thinks, she wouldn't want to make an effort to push Kuroko away. That would be a waste of both of their time. She resolved to let it happen and let Kuroko realize for himself that was he was doing was for naught and he should just leave it alone.
Her phone buzzes in her bag and she calmly fishes it out of its depths, peering curiously at the screen.
Someone was calling her and she did not like the name she saw on the screen of her phone one bit.
Tetsuya Kuroko.
She sighed to calm herself down. Not only was this unusual because he never called her, but also because he never contacted her besides that time of the night when, she assumes, she crossed his mind in passing. She rolls her eyes and shrugs. What's the worst that could happen if she answered the call? she thinks. She presses the call button to answer and presses the phone to her ear.
"Hello?"
Kuroko's voice comes immediately, fresh and crisp, and she can practically hear the smile in it. "Hello, [Y/N]," he responds. He continues before [Y/N] can speak, "Are you free later?"
She hums a bit in thought but who was she kidding? Of course she was free. She’s always free if it was for him – No, she reminds herself, you’re free because you don’t have club activities today. It has nothing to do with Kuroko, she reminds herself sternly, but she isn’t convinced.
“I am. Why?” she asks as if she doesn’t know what’s coming next. Of course, he’d ask her to watch basketball practice –
“Please visit the gym after your classes for basketball practice.”
– and he’d ask if he could walk her home.
