Just a Fairytale [Kuroko Tetsuya x Reader x Nijimura Shuzo]{KnB}

[C.14] College: Diary Entry Fourteen

A/N: Picture is the set for the photo shoot. 

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The day has felt long enough and you return home with your feet aching. You're happy to be in the comfort of your home, happy to be safe in your bubble. 

You rush to your room to change into your sweats and return to the kitchen. After a quick inspection of the fridge, you opt to do something simple for dinner. Nijimura had already done a lot of cooking during your bout of depression; you feel it only right to return the favor.

With your hair up in a bun, you begin to fry some dumplings. The process takes about ten minutes, and you listen to your music while preparing dinner.

By the time the last few dumplings are frying, you hear the door open, and a tired Nijimura walks in. "Oh, did you cook?"

"Mhm!"

"I thought you were having dinner with your friend," he states as he takes off his shoes.

"Nah, she stayed behind with her other friend. I kinda didn't want to stay in the area." You plop the last of the dumplings into a bowl. "Plus, I wanted to be back home to greet you."

Nijimura throws himself into the kotatsu and watches as you bring the giant bowl over. You had already prepped the table for dinner as you knew of his preference to eat there. "Where'd you go with her?"

You avoid the question until you are finally seated and ready to eat. His questioning look burns into your skin, forcing an answer out of you. "Ah, I decided to do the modeling gig."

His eyes widen at your response, but you ignore it and scoop some dumplings onto your plate. Nothing is said as you attempt to bite into the heated food. You are sure he has a million different questions to ask, but he settles on one.

"I... Did you do this shit all the time with Kuroko?" His question feels like a low blow and you stop eating. The sound of your ex's name brings terror into your heart. It's as if you cannot stop your heart from bleeding at the thought of Kuroko.

"W-Why would you bring him into this?"

"You didn't inform me of this and went off to do your own thing. If something had happened to you, no one would have known. Did you forget what happened last time?" Nijimura keeps compiling his frustrations onto you.

"Please stop."

He doesn't, not when his concern for your safety runs fierce. "Why do you do this shit all the time? You tell no one anything of what you're doing. You could have texted."

"I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to sneak around and not tell you. I didn't think a text would have been sufficient. You didn't return my calls, so I thought I'd tell you now... This is my way of trying to be independent."

"There's a difference between being independent and being reckless." 

"O-Okay. I understand," you mumble, "but that was seriously a low blow."

Nijimura pauses and reflects on his words. He's known of your torment, and to rub your face in it when you are trying your best doesn't seem right. "I... It was said out of frustration, sorry."

You nod your head and say no more on the subject. The both of you eat in silence, hoping for the hurt to blow over.

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A month passes and it's the day of the photo shoot. Gigi has a small studio rented in Harajuku to perform the shoot while Akari joins in as support. She wears another piece of the collection but it's a mini dress that goes with tight pants while her top shows major cleavage.