Just a Fairytale [Kuroko Tetsuya x Reader x Nijimura Shuzo]{KnB}

[M.3]Middle School: Diary Entry Three

"[Name]! Shuzo is waiting downstairs!"

Your eyes flit over to the door for a brief second then back to the mirror in front of you. To some, it might look weird, but at the moment you were checking yourself out.

With two fingers, you pinch the fat on your arms. You grunt. Another pinch now on your thighs. You grunt. You press your nose against the mirror, body hovering over the dresser as you inspect the small bump on your cheek. 'But I washed my face yesterday night!'

"Mooom! Do you have concealer?" you wail out. 

She doesn't answer; instead, you hear someone shuffling up the stairs, and after a brief second, Nijimura opens the door to your room. His even expression greets your compromising position, and your heart drops.

"Yo."

"Wait downstairs, I'm getting ready!"

His upper lip curls as he brushes off your demands. "Your mom said that you keep getting that stuff cause you cover up too much."

"Oh hush, I don't want to hear anything from you and your perfect skin." You glance back at the mirror. "I can't believe someone thought I was pretty enough to be confessed to," you mumble to yourself.

 "You were confessed to?" His tone is laced with awe rather than disgust, but you're annoyed even thinking about the confession.

"Can we not talk about it?"

"It was a first year, right?"

"Not talking about it!" you exclaim as you grab your messenger bag and head out your room.

Once downstairs, you try to sneak past your mother with Nijimura hot on your heels... though the saying that mothers have a sixth sense rings true. Without so much as a glance in your direction, your mother grabs the back of your blazer and halts your escape. "Breakfast. Now."

You're taken to the table where your father is silently reading his newspaper and sipping on his coffee. When Nijimura scoots into the closest available seat, your father lowers the paper and gives him a firm nod. You, on the other hand, are supplied a grunt.

 "...So who confessed?" Nijimura resumes the conversation, one that you had thought was sealed and never to be mentioned again. The dining area falls silent as all eyes are now glued on you. Your mouth is stuffed with eggs and rice, even though you were trying to escape the clutches of breakfast moments ago. 

You unceremoniously gulp down the food in your mouth and glare at your childhood friend. He was way too familiar with your family, enough that there are no secrets amongst you all. You had hoped that he would at least show some courtesy to your awkward love life, but nothing seemed to be going your way so far.

"You were confessed to?" your mom says with amusement. She seats herself in the last available chair with a surly smile and a shine to her eyes.

Your appetite disappears once you realize that your love life was going to be a family discussion. You place your chopsticks down harshly and sigh, "Can we not talk about it? It's weird."

"It's weird that someone confessed," Nijimura quips.

You eye your father, who is pretending to be aloof yet his attention wanders around the table. Your mother's eyes are now sparkling intently, and Nijimura seems ready to fan the flames some more. It's clear that you will only be hounded until the person is revealed. 

With a shaky cough, you gaze away from their prying eyes. "The current basketball captain..."

"Minato?" Nijimura looks unconvinced, and he scratches the back of his head in confusion. "That guy doesn't look at any girl."

"Well, he did confess!"

"Are you really that popular?" your mom chimes in, who also sounds unconvinced.

"Mom!"

"Popular, huh," your father mumbles to himself. 

"Yeah, she didn't get your unpopularity, dear," your mom chuckles. "She's got men lining up at her feet."

You abruptly stand, causing the chair to skid across the tiled floor. "OHMIGOD I'M LEAVING!" No one tries to stop you as you rush out the door with your belongings. As you exit your house in a hurry, you can hear Nijimura heartily laughing behind you, and it only worsens the blush on your cheeks.