Kuroko no Basket one shots (Reader)

Himuro Tatsuya

Homework and cuddles. (The relaxed one)

"Damn this all to hell!" You cursed, throwing your pencil down in an act of defeat. A chuckle sounded to your right, making you direct your glare to the boy beside you. "It is hardly the pencil's fault (Y/N)-chan." He teased lightly.

You sighed. "I know. But I need to get at least a C on this, and I just don't understand it!" You vented, running your hand through you hair in despair. A larger hand grabbed yours, soothingly tracing small circles on the wrist. "What is it you don't understand? I'll help you."

You smiled gratefully at your boyfriend, pointing to the cause of your troubles. "Oh, I see. This is quite difficult, but the case is-" Himuro explained the theory throughout, making you understand slowly, but surely.

"Oh! I get it. Thanks Tatsu-kun." You smiled at him, easily answering the remaining questions, and thereby completing your homework. Stretching in relief, you yawned. "Glad that's over. It took forever." You complained lightly, slumping back down on your bed.

Himuro slung his arm over your waist, tugging you closer. "How is the team going?" You asked him, remembering how upset he was about losing the Winter Cup. The dark haired boy hesitated before stating, "They're training hard. How about your team?" You smiled. "We didn't win, but we made it to the finals, so we're satisfied for now."

Himuro cuddled closer to you, and you in return brushed the hair away from his eye affectionately. "What are you doing tomorrow?" He asked you, as you buried your face in his chest.

"Nothing after practice." The response was slightly muffled. Himuro chuckled. "Then I'd like to take you on a date." All he got in response was a groan.

"Tired?" He teased, running his fingers through your hair. "Shh. Sleep now, talk later." You grumbled. Himuro laughed, making his chest vibrate. Then you fell into a nice silence, enjoying each other's company.

Until the phone rang. Himuro reached for his cell, checking the message he had gotten. You reluctantly raised your head from his chest. "What is it?"

Himuro rolled his eyes. "It's Atsushi." He said, eyes flickering with both annoyance and amusement. "What does he want?"

"It seems he has gotten his arm stuck in a vending machine." Himuro carefully explained, not quite believing it himself.

You raised a brow. A few seconds ticked by. "He can still text?" You then asked. "It appears so."

You then went back to snuggling your boyfriend, burying your face in his neck this time. "He'll be fine." You said, pecking the side of his throat. Himuro hummed in agreement, shutting his phone off. He could deal with his childish friend's wrath later.