Never ✧ KnB x Reader Oneshots

Hayama Kotarō (1)

A six year old Pinkithai didn't know anything about the different kinds of sport, so she associated those things with other things. For example, a basketball looked like a pumpkin to me- er, her.

Third person can be hella confusing sometimes. Especially with all of those pronouns. Urg.

Anyways, now a six year old Reader-chan will do the same thing as I did!

(...)

Bouncing Pumpkin

"[First Name], you need to go outside! Staying inside like this won't help you stay healthy."

The six year old girl groaned and put her coloring book down. "Okaa-san, it's too hot out there! And you always say that my metaballism is great and stuffs, so I don't gotta go outside!" she exclaimed from her seat. A stern look from her mother sent chills down her spine. "Fine. But I won't have no fun!"

Her mom rolled her eyes as she cleaned the kitchen counter. "The word is metabolism. The correct phrase is 'I won't have any fun'. You need to touch up your grammar, sweetie." [Name] replied with a small grumble and went towards the front door. "I'm gonna go to the park and see if Reo-nii is there to play!" she shouted behind her. After a reply of confirmation, she headed towards the local park.

The place was really pretty. Like any stereotypical Japanese park, it had a statue and fountain in its heart. The outer edges had relatively flat lands that were perfect for playing tag or having a picnic. There was this one "mountain" that was perfect for rolling down, seeing as all the rocks had been removed from that area and no dog wanted to relieve itself there because of dog reasons. There were even big courts where big men liked to play with this really small bouncy lime and funny sticks.

She looked everywhere to see if she could find Reo-nii However, she could not. The smile on her face fell. Reo-nii, whose real name was Mibuchi Reo, was an older kid who babysat her at times despite the fact that he was only two years older than her. She had grown quite fond of the older lad. He usually spent his days in the park, but it seemed like he had other plans today. She tried to remember where else he hung out at.

The pumpkin court!

[Name] slapped her forehead. Of course! Reo loved to watch the older men play with the pumpkin. She ran as fast as her little legs could carry her. Her face fell even more when she arrived at the place. There was not a sign that anyone had ever been there, expect for a pumpkin someone had left there.

Her mouth watered at the thought. A pumpkin? Her mom always made a really good roasted pumpkin. Maybe if she broke this one open, she could get her mom to cook it!

[Name] was never the sharpest tool in the shed.

When she got to the pumpkin, she lifted it up high above her head. She knew that she would need to throw really hard if she wanted to get into its delicious center. And so, with all the might that a six year old had she threw it onto the ground.

And got hit in the nose when it bounced back up.

She stumbled back a few steps before landing on her butt. The look of shock never left her face. How did she forget that the pumpkin bounced? Suddenly, she is heard loud laughing. She looked behind her and saw a boy around Reo's age. They looked totally different for this boy had unnaturally orange hair and a smile that was as crooked as a bad guy in the movies. She realized that her face and butt was hurting a lot, so she did the only thing she knew what to do in situations like these.

"OKAA-SAN!!"

Her eyes were pouring at tears as kept on calling for her mom. The boy stopped laughing and ran over to her. He looked very confused as she kept on sobbing. "Hey! Don't cry!" His shouts were going unnoticed by her. He decided to do the only thing that she knew to do.

"Hey, I'm Mister Basketball!"

The little girl looked wide-eyed at the pumpkin that was floating in front of her. She stared right into the ball's horribly circled in eyes. Her tears stopped momentarily. "Hello, Mr. Basketball," she said cautiously.

The ball rolled over to her. "Do you wanna see a trick?" it asked her. She nodded. The orange haired boy picked up the ball, dribbled it, and shot it into the nearest hoop. She gasped as she watched it in what seemed to be like slow motion. The boy turned around, a wide smile on his face. "How did you like that?" he asked.

[Name] wiped the tears away and ran over to him. "That was so cool! How did you do that?" she asked. He patted her head. "I just used some of my special magic!" Her eyes widened. "I wanna make magic too!" she shouted. He laughed. "Are you sure? It takes a lotta work to be as good as I am!"

This statement made her blood boil. "I can!" she shouted. Ignoring his reply, she turned on her heel and ran towards the pumpkin- er, basketball. Holding it in her hand, she stood in the place the boy had been. She tried to hold it exactly like he did. After careful adjustments, she tossed it to the goal.

And, of course, it bounced off of the goal and landed on the top of her head.

Her tears started flowing out of her eyes once again. The boy started to panic and grabbed the basketball. When the funny voice of Mr. Basketball didn't manage to get her out of her fit, he used his Plan B.

The sweet smell of ice cream filled her nostrils as the boy held out a cone. She stood up and grabbed it out of his hand. "I knew that'd stop your annoying crying!" he exclaimed. She ignored his rude comment and licked the ice cream. She smiled as the familiar taste made her taste buds tingle.

"Thanks a lot, Orange Boy!" She shouted. He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets sheepishly, which was an action that had confused [Name]. "It was nothing! My okaa-san said that when a girl cries, I should try to make her happy and stuff," he said, mumbling his words near the end of the sentence. His cheeks were unnaturally red. She cocked her head to the side. Was he sick?

She shrugged to herself as she finished her last bites of the cone. When it came to ice cream, she could eat it as fast as a hungry hippo without getting a brain freeze. "So, whats your name anyways? Mine is [Last Name] [First Name], but Reo-nii and Okaa-san just call me [First Name]!"

He dribbled the basketball. "My name is Hayama Kotarō and one day I'm gonna became a great basketball player one day!" He let the basketball bounce higher than his head and caught it in a weird hero pose. She politely clapped while giggling.

"I like you lots, Haya-kun!" she shouted. His face turned into a deep shade of red as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "I-Is that so?" he asked. She nodded while grabbing his hand. "I betcha my okaa-san would like you lots too! Let's play at my house!" Instead of letting him answer, she dragged him towards the direction of her house. Even though he could've used his superior eight year old boy strength to stop her, he didn't. His heart was hammering against his chest, and he was sure that the hand she was touching was so hot that it would burn the both of them.

And so, the crush that he had on the younger girl had begun to grow into a strong feeling that he had throughout the rest of his life.

(...)

WILL THERE BE A PART 2?

YOU BET YOUR PRETTY LITTLE BUTT THERE WILL BE

*hella deep narrator voice* Hayama Kotarō (2)... Coming to Wattpad whenever I feel like it.