The Lost Shadow

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This one is a Kuroko no Basuke(basket?) one. I am low-key obsessed with this anime, so...yep, you know me, I get obsessed with something, and I write about it :] anyways, enjoy! And hello to new readers 👋

{3rd POV}

Kuroko walked into the big school, his eyes glued to a book.

It was a very interesting story; one about a man who discovered he had magical powers, and goes on one too many adventures to save a world he didn't belong in.

Kuroko soaked in the words, as he bumped into an unknown stranger.

"Ah, sorry." The stranger said, before quickly looking around. "Uh..."

"What's wrong?" His friend asked.

"I just bumped into someone but I dunno who I bumped into..." He replied, a bit creeped out.

{Kuroko POV}

I filled out the paper for the basketball team and walked into my classroom. The school was a lot bigger than Teiko. There were many unfamiliar faces, but I recognized some familiar ones as well.

It was the same as always; no one noticed me.

Everyone was talking to their friends, some were just reading or watching weird videos on their phones.

I looked out the window, which showed the big field.

I do hope I make some friends here...

As I thought that, a big man slammed his butt down on the seat in front of him. The entire floor vibrated on impact.

He was TALL. I was barely able to see over his shoulders. He had dark red hair...a unique color, if you ask me.

But it's not like I can say anything either.

"Man, school is so boring..."

He said something in an unknown language. It was pretty cool. I think it was English.

"Alright everyone, please settle down!

"Welcome to Seirin High, freshmen! I'll start the day with attendance."

(Time skip)

"Welcome to the basketball club." I looked around the big gym. It was ginormous. Murasakibara-kun could probably touch the ceiling if he stood at that balco—

Hey, why are you thinking about him? Stop it.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Woah, you see that cute manager?" One freshman said to his friend. I turned to see a girl with short brown hair. She had a whistle around her neck.

"Hahaaaa, she's adorable...maybe I can get her to—"

Smack! Thud!

"Owww...."

"Don't get the wrong idea, freshmen." A tall guy went up to the two. He had dark hair and glasses. "She ain't no manager."

"Huh? Then who is she—?"

"Alright everyone, gather around!" The girl clapped her hands.

"Our coach." Another one said. He had astonishing gray eyes and straight black hair. "Coach Riko."

"C-C-Coach?!"

The senior with the glasses smirked. "Coach Riko."

I walked where everyone was standing. When I did, I noticed the big, tall guy from classes earlier.

Well, it's not a surprise that he plays basketball...

"Alright everybody, shirts off!" Coach Riko said, snapping her fingers.

"N-Nani?"

"Just do it." The seniors said. "It's natural."

After a few seconds, the underclassmen all took off their shirts, and waited as she walked around, eyeing everyone.

"Hm...You can only do 20 pushups at a time, huh?" She said to one guy, who didn't reply for a second.

"Y-Yes! How did you....?"

"And you should work more on your stamina. We'll deal with that later in the year."

I watched curiously as she went around, telling everyone their weaknesses.

I wonder if she'd noticed me yet.

"Coach, everyone's here except for one."

"Huh? Who?"

"That Teiko student...Kuroko Tetsuya."

Of course.

"Well...alright then, I guess. We'll start without him. Alright everyone, lets start with—!"

"Um, Coach, I'm here." I said, walking forward. "I was here the whole time..."

Coach froze for a second, before screaming.

"Ahhh!"

"What the— since when have you been here?!"

"The whole time." I said.

"W-Wow..." Everyone started to mutter to each other. "He's practically invisible..."

"A-Alright then...well, I guess he's here, Hyuuga." She said, her hand touching her chest. "Take off your shirt."

She inspected me, tapping her chin. She furrowed her eyebrows, tilting her head. She seemed confused.

"Hm...ok. We'll get started then."

I walked back to my spot and we started our warmups.