You stared at the window of the quiet room. The only thing heard was your uneven breathing and the machine counting your heart beat. You felt terrible every day as pain devour your senses and the guilt in your heart grew bigger and bigger. You had lied to your boyfriend, Takao, that you were going away for a couple of months to see your sick grandmother. But in reality you were stuck in the hospital room with your life gambled away each day. You were born with a weak heart and it was starting to take a toll on you now. You were told you weren't suppose to make it past age 8 but a miracle happened and you seemed to be living quite healthy for 8 more years. Your parents were always cautious of every activity you were involved in and took extra care of you. You even attempted to join the girls' basketball club and was scouted as a starter. That was when you met Takao Kazunari. It was often when the girls' basketball club had a practice game against the boys' basketball club as a warm up. You would always come face to face with Takao on the court and it became something you both had enjoyed. Your eyes would glare at his and he would smirk back. His hawk eye was something you had difficulty getting across. This brought the two of you closer and eventually Takao got the confidence to confess his feelings to you. You gladly accepted and a beautiful love sprouted between the two of you.
"Honey?" your mother's voice interrupted your train of thoughts. You turned your head towards her and smiled, "You're early today."
"I brought your favorite," she held up a bag filled with your favorite dishes. She brought it over and took them all out neatly.
"That's a lot," you chuckled and helped her. She nodded, "You need to eat a lot to gain a lot of energy before going back to school."
Hearing that your face changed colors.
"Are you okay?" she asked looking at you with a worried face. You shook your head and smiled, "It just smells like home with your cooking here. I miss home."
Your mother's hand caressed the back of your head and a kiss was placed on your forehead.
"Eat up ok?" she said and got up to go talk with the doctor. You took the chopsticks and started away on the food.
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It wasn't until a week later when you were discharged from the hospital. The doctor had prescribed a book of medications and warned not to exceed a certain amount of physical movement. That meant no running for a long time and no running meant no more basketball club for you. On the day you returned to school, Takao happily appeared at your doorsteps with a smile plastered on his face. His arms opened and you ran into them. The warmth you had missed for over months had invaded you again.
"I missed you (F/N)-san," he mumbled as his arms hugged you tighter. You snuggled into his chest and nodded, "I missed you too, Kazunari-kun."
After a couple of minutes, the two of you broke away and held hands tightly before heading down the path to school. Everything was still the same at school. Your friends were loud like usual and your teammates were glad that you were back. You were happy but deep down the sadness was hanging down on you. You skipped basketball practice with the excuse of getting yourself back on track with the homework assignments you missed and headed straight home right afterschool. This continued for 2 more weeks before your team captain confronted you alone in the storage room.
"Asahina-san, I'm quitting basketball," you said with a serious tone. The team captain stared at you in disbelief.
"What?" she shook her head. "If it's the homework assignments, I can help you with that (L/N)-san. Don't joke around with me-"
"I'm not," you sighed and stare at her straight in the eyes. "I don't find basketball as fun as it used to be anymore. It's become a boring sport to be in."
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Fanfiction❝ there is no winning to victory , if you win alone ❞ ○○○ { DISCONTINUED . } multiple one shots featuring the characters from kuroko no basuke x reader ! ○○○ All copyrights go to Tadatoshi Fujimaki , the only thing I own is my writing .