Kuroko no Basket x Reader (One shots) [Discontinued]

Unapproachable (Himuro x Reader)

You were sitting in class, peacefully staring at the window. Morning breeze brushed against your skin, music in your ears. What a perfect day--

"Himuro-kun!!"

"It's Himuro-kun!"

"Himuro-kun, I love you!"

"Himuro-kun, please accept this cookies!"

"Marry me, Himuro-kun!"

Perfectly ruined day, that is. You groaned as you pressed the volume button up, deafening yourself from those desperate fangirls outside.

The classroom door slides open, and there, stood your perfect disturbance of the day, Himuro Tatsuya. He glanced at your seat and flashed his million dollars smile, "Good morning, (Your Name)-san."

You glanced at him for a split second, before replying him with a quick 'hm'. You heard his fangirls muttering something like, "What a rude girl." Or, "She should've be thankful that Himuro is willing to greet her."

You scoffed, so what? You have your place to be rude to him. He always ruined your peaceful mornings. You won't get pissed at him for no reason.

On other hand, it wasn't entirely his fault, though. If anything, those desperate girls is the one to blame, you thought to yourself.

But, if he wasn't here, there won't be desperate girls running around.

Argh, scratch it.

You closed your book as you stood up and shoved some girls out of your way, ignoring some exclaims, and walked out of the class.

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Your music had deafening your ears for a while, enough to get a group of girls in front of you to get pissed at you.

"Are you even listening to me?!" One of the girls grabbed your collar, making one of your earphone unplugged from your ear in process.

You blinked your eyes, "Oh, didn't see you there."

The one who grabbed your collar groaned in annoyance, "Listen to me, you stay away from our Himuro-kun. Or else," she raised a fist, "you'll face this."

You stared at her with a straight face, unfazed by her threatening. You sighed, "Listen here, I don't know what the hell your deal is, but I'll let you know something," You glared with disgusted manner at the girl in front of you, "I'm not even interested on making friends with that punk, so don't you ever accuse me for flirting with that punk."

"You little- How dare you call him a punk?!"

One of the girls swung her fist to your face, but you quickly dodged it, "Tsk, not fo fast little girl. You've got a lot to learn before you could fight with that useless hand of yours." You smirked at her.

You stood up from your place, and noticed Himuro staring at you. You scoffed and walked out of the scene. You heard one of the girls shouting stuff like cowards, bitch, etc, etc. Bu you paid no mind to it, as you always remember your mother's saying,

A dog that doesn't bite barks the loudest.

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Himuro walked to your seat after class, "Ah, (Your Name)-san, sorry for today."
You barely spared a glance at him from your book, "Don't pretend to be Mr. Nice, Himuro Tatsuya. I had enough dealing with your bullshits."

He smiled sheepishly, knowing that you really despised him, "I know, still, I'm sorry."

You stared at him for a while, "Apology accepted, on one condition," you picked up your book and packed your bag, "Don't you ever try to get anywhere close to me if those stupid fangirls of yours is still around."

He was a little taken aback by your condition, but soon he flashed a soft smile at you, "Ah, sure."

You glanced at him before walking out of the class, "Idiota." You muttered softly.

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He eyed as you walked out of the class, and let out an exasperated sigh. Since the first day he met you, he had taken interest in you. You were strong, despite the hates that his fangirls threw at you, their threatening doesn't fazed you at all. You even mocked them back on some occasions.

He want to know more about you, but it seems that you've created a borderline between you and him. Part of him told him that he should've gave up on befriending you, but for some reason, he doesn't want to back down.

He wants to be the one who broke your walls of ice.

He wants to be the first to be your close friend.

He walked to the window as he eyed your figure walking away from the school building.

He clenched his fist, someday, he will surely get to know you better.

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Unbeknownst to him, you were secretly crushing on him a little. Not because of his looks, or his smile, or his body.

You really appreciated his efforts to approach you, despite your of your cold demeanor towards him. You're not used to socialize with people, considering that it's hard for people to approach you due to your cold nature, causing you to never really have a close friend to talk to. Many gave up upon befriending you, but he didn't gave up.

You glanced at the school building and saw him looking at you. You smiled, someday, you'll make sure to reply his efforts for you.