Kuroko no Basket what if's...,oneshots and scenarios.

Bring it on, chocolate fudge with a blue berry on top! Aomine Daikixreader!

A/n: In this one-shot your name is going to be Shirogane Shirayuri, and just one thing...you've got silver hair. 'Shira' is shiro and it means white. I thought it would be awkward having pure white hair, it may or may not look hot on guys....but anyway! The eyes colour, hair length are all up to you. This is also going to be in first person. The reason I had a name for you all is because Aomine and you start insulting each other the first moment you guys have met. So...yeah...Enjoy my fellow fangirls who can get enough of the hotness in Kuroko no basket!

My focus was solely focused on my enemy. Damn that bastard of a ring, if the pole keeps moving one more time, I swear I will use a chainsaw and cut it down while laughing like a maniac and throwing insults like the sassy bitch I am. After countless times of trying to succeed, it never came to me.

"One more time..." Slowly, I started bouncing the basketball, then the pace accelerated and I started to do a layup.

I was about 10 metres away from the hoop, my feet moved on its own accord and it soon picked up its pace. My smooth silver hair moved with the wind as it lashed out on my face.

Let's do this.... Just get the ball into the blasted hoop, easy.

Say the one who's been trying for the past 20 minutes.

Shut up, brain, since when did I ask you to butt it?

I launched myself into the air ready for the shoot.

Please work...

The ball was released out of my hands.

I landed swiftly on my feet, quickly turned around, and just in time to see the ball finally going into the hoop.

"Hell yeah! You see that? That's how you do it!" I was grinning like a mad scientist who was ready to cut up his own brains. Ha! You see that hoop? I told you I could shoot the ball in.

"Wow, for a old lady, you sure are energetic, I'll give you that obaa-san." An unfamiliar voice filled my ears. Obaa-san? Since when did an old lady appear? I ignored it and went to pick up the ball. I felt so triumphant, that I was motivated to do it again. So, I started to dribble it again, feeling the ball in my han-

"Hey! Where the hell did the ball go! Damn it, I swear non-living things are coming to life! First the hoop and now the ball?" I yelled in frustration. But then, I heard it bouncing right beside me. I turned my head only to find a tall, dark a handsome guy bouncing it with ease. He stole it? WOAH...

"Hey, for a old lady, you sure look young. Tell me, what's your secret? I don't want to get old and wrinkly like the other old people when I grow old...." He shuddered after he said that.

Wait...

Old?

Lady?

Old lady?

Was he talking to me?

I was  still in daze when he spoke again.

"Hello? Obaa-san? I'm talking to you? If you really can't hear me, I suggest you get a hearing aid. It'll do ya good." He was suddenly right in front of me while waving his hand in front of my face. That's when I snapped.

"Excuse me? Obaa-san?! Who do you think you are? Going around town and approaching random strangers and say: "Oh hey, oba-san, I see you have been working out those flabs! Good to know!' Just so you know, I am only 17! The clothes you wear and your way of speaking sounds like a drunk 40 year old man while he's taking a shit! Silver! Silver is the colour of my hair! If you can't even get that right I suggest you go and see your nearest optimist!" I puffed, never have I ever shouted at any one like this before. But for some reason, the moment I first laid my eyes on him. He looked egotistic and my instincts tell me that he is a big pervert.