Kuroko no Basuke (Various x Reader)

Favourite (Himuro x Reader)

Requested by: @UntouchableYou

There is use of strong language in here, beware.

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Being the girlfriend of the second-year shooting guard of Yosen wasn't easy. Constant blabbering fangirls saying how much better they were than you, constant love letters being handed to you to hand off to Himuro and last of all, all the squealing when you're trying to have peace and quiet with him.

But, did you let that get to you? Of course not.

You weren't planning on to let Himuro go so easily. And he respects that.

"Oh, (Last Name). Why of all people did he choose you?" One of the main fangirls sneered whilst the others laughed at her comment. You turn to the side, unwittingly being bothered while studying was annoying.

"Leave me alone, I'm trying to study." you defended, pressing onto your pencil harder onto your paper. Their presence made you grimace.

There were shy fangirls, stalking fangirls, angry fangirls, horny fangirls, bully fangirls, and the list goes on.

Though, this moment, there were not enough words in the Japanese language to describe how bad you wanted to hit her in the face with a chair.

"I don't get it, (Last Name). Did you pay him to be his girlfriend or something~?"

"You're honestly disgusting," you spat. "how dare you even talk about him like that," you stood out of your seat, she flinched a little. "Tatsuya is not like that. He is way out of your league."

"And out of yours." you didn't have a comeback for that, "At least he picked me over all of you. Ask him why."

"Bitch." she scoffed and the others laughed. "Call me that again, I dare you." You leaned in towards her, making her take a step back. She could feel your aura darkening, more of a murderous aura.

"Bitch..."

"That's right, bitches do as they're told."

At that moment when you hissed out that comeback, Himuro happened to walk in.

"(First Name), come here now." Himuro demanded, gesturing for you to come over to him. "T-Tatsuya, it's not what it---"

"Now."

Fuck...

|| Rooftop ||

You pressed your back against the wall while Himuro paced back and forth, lecturing you.

Sitting against the wall with your knees to your chest while you rested your head on your arms that you wrapped around your legs.

"That language is inappropriate, (First Name) and you know it." Great...No "-chan" added because he's mad... You thought.

"Why would you use that language, (First Name)?" His facial expression showed how mad and upset he was with you.

"I'm telling you, Tatsuya. You don't get it, it wasn't like what it seemed. She used---"

"So, it doesn't mean you get to use it." He interrupted, making you bite your inner cheek. Lowering your gaze to the floor.

"Sometimes I feel that you don't even care about me..." you muttered softly to yourself and wind blew both of your hairs into your face. "...It seems like you're on their side." you buried your face into your knees and allowed silent tears.

Though, Himuro didn't notice.

"You're mad at me, aren't you?"

Silence.

"I'll make it up to you."

|| After Class ||

You shifted your upper half mostly hanging off of your desk, upset at Himuro.

You played with your bangs, twirling and twisting it. You sighed.

How could Himuro lecture you about them?

"Oh, look. It's (Last Name)~" the same annoying voice snickered. "How did things go with Tatsuya?"

Who said you could use his--never mind...Like I care.

"I'm guessing things went horrible, huh? Do you mind if I take him?"

Shut up...do what you like.

"Taking that silence as a yes then~"

"Can you please shut your filthy excuse of a mouth? I'm not in the mood!" You broke out, stomping your feet in the process. "It's honestly so fucking annoying how you can think you can step over me like that. Stuff your mouth with something, will ya?!" You growled, glaring at all of them.

At that moment again, Himuro walks in.

He has the worst timing, doesn't he?

"T-Tatsuya!" The main one screams out, "Sh-se used foul language!"

Himuro walked straight past her, saying, "I did not give permission for my first name." to her.

He steps in front of your desk and lifts you face up, making you look at him directly.

"What do you want? Don't touch me!" You slap his hands away, sitting back in your chair. Himuro leaned over the desk and grabs your waist and caresses your cheek. Pulling you closer.

You tried struggling but, with no avail, you were powerless against him.

He smashes his lips onto yours and says in between kisses, "I'm sorry," he apologizes, "for making you feel," he breaths, "unwanted," he kisses you passionately, making you follow his lips when he pulls back, "and alone." he presses his forehead against yours, making you look into his deep-coloured grey orbs.

They bore straight into yours, you could see all the feeling that he wanted to release.

"I'm in love with you because you're my favourite for everything. Got that? They're just jealous that you are mine. Don't care about what the other girls say, you are mine."

"And you are mine, Tatsuya."

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~HarukaTomoe~