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

[M.7]Middle School: Diary Entry Seven

Throughout the next few days, the first string is thrown into an uproar. Nijimura has been given the position of captain, while a first-year by the name of Akashi Seijuro receives vice-captain. Along with the changes, you are placed into the first string as a manager, most definitely so that the coaches can keep an eye on you as a result of the incident.

The switch up creates a few murmurs, but once practice starts, the superiority of skill exceeds the value of seniority. The third years are but forgotten, and it is now the rule of the young. Minato, the ex-captain, doesn't return, but you did happen to spot him a couple days ago battered and all bandaged up.

You try not to think about the incident though, opting to focus on your new position and remain hidden in the background. You only speak to Nijimura and the other managers while avoiding the entire basketball team. Whenever they get too close, a shiver shoots down your spine as tears break out.

"Are you sure you can handle being a manager of a boy's basketball team?" Nijimura asks after a month of this sort of behavior.

"I'm fine." Your response isn't exactly reassuring, but he drops the conversation as a form of mercy.

"I have to stay for a club meeting," he changes the conversation. "I can't walk you home right now, so wait for me."

You glance out the gym and notice the sun setting. It's dark out and terror freezes your body. You hate how much the small encounter has affected you, but at least you have the comfort of your best friend. "I'll wait."

He smiles softly and pats your head, then heads towards the exit with the assistant coach. You trot after them and place yourself in the lit hallway beside the club room. There's still after school activity going on as the other sports finish up their practice. You watch with a solemn expression and a unapproachable aura as people run around carefree of life's monstrosities.

An hour passes, and your stomach begins to rumble with hunger. You search your bag for anything edible, but it's then you remember how you've already emptied out its contents during lunch. Your stomach grumbles again, and without the courage to leave the safety of your spot, you remain glued to the floor while cursing at your weak self.

"[Name]-senpai?"

Your eyes wander upwards to spot a familiar boy. "Kuroko!" You spring onto your feet as a smile replaces your dull expression. "Did you just finish practice?"

He nods his head. "Yes... I was wondering how you were feeling."

You know what he's inquiring about; after all, he was never given a 'thank you' or any acknowledgment of his good deed. Nijimura didn't even notice him and had taken you straight home. Afterwards, you were shipped away from the gym he practiced in and never saw him again.

At the moment, you can tell how he desires some closure, but you aren't ready to talk about it. "...I'm hungry," you sheepishly respond as you avert his firm gaze.

"I see." There's a pause of silence that is full of discomfort. Both of you shift around in your shoes like the awkward teenagers you are. "Um, senpai?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you like to go get some shakes?"