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

[M.11]Middle School: Diary Entry Eleven

"My friend might join the first string soon," you speak up during your trip back home. 

Nijimura walks beside you, bag slung over his shoulder with his usual solemn expression. Upon hearing your comment, he musters up whatever energy he has left to respond. "You mean the kid Akashi found?" He doesn't appear all too interested in what his vice-captain had to say earlier and it shows.

"You should give him a shot."

"I wasn't against it," comes his curt reply. You give him a suspicious look, and he lets out a sigh. "I just don't understand you..."

"Eh?"

Glancing up at the sky, he continues traveling forward as he pieces together an explanation. "I don't understand how you're hating on almost all guys one minute, and the next you're actually friends with one."

Your eyes narrow. "What's wrong? I don't feel uncomfortable around one other person than you, big deal... Where are you going with this?"

"I'm saying that you need to get over this small phobia of yours. I don't even know if I can call it a phobia--"

WHACK

"H-HEY!"

Having landed a harsh blow to his side with your bag, you send him a harsh glare. Tears line your angered eyes, whether it be from hurt or frustration you weren't sure.

"I don't know what it is either! I can't explain it! B-B-But you can't just tell me to get over it!" you exclaim. "If it were that easy, I would have been cured a long time ago!"

Nijimura holds his tongue and gazes intently at your shivering form. He's trying to take a diplomatic approach but you're emotions are too riled for anything to be resolved. Matters only become worse the minute you turn on your heels to escape.

As you run off, he lets out a low growl and debates on whether to follow you or not. One minute passes and then two. "Damn it." He faces the opposite direction of where you ran off and continues on his way home.

[___]

You stomp through the vacant suburb streets. With the sun gone, your only source of light are the flickering street lamps that decorate the sidewalk. It's an eerie setting that doesn't register in your brain, the hurt of Nijimura's words obscuring all your worries. 

 You only begin to realize your surroundings the moment you trip over a crack on the sidewalk. Balancing yourself, your senses come to and you glance over your shoulder to see if you were alone.

'He didn't follow?'

Of course he wouldn't. He didn't pander to your foolish actions; he wasn't like that at all. You were just an idiot that depended way too much on him. Now here you are--alone and frightened.

"Screw him," you say to yourself in hopes of instilling some margin of bravery in yourself. You tighten your grip on your bag and rush down the sidewalk in search of food. Though you only possessed a fraction of an idea of where you are, your feet demonstrate otherwise.

They're taking you left and right, from one street to another. Your heart begins to hammer against your chest when everything begins to look unrecognizable. Once you were completely lost, your senses become heightened. Any noise has you jumping, and whenever you pass by a stranger, you feel on edge and suspicious. 

It's a terrible way to act, and you hate yourself all the more for it. But as you've said before, you couldn't just 'get over it'.

And it's a founded fear as you bump into a foul smelling man. His suit is in disarray, untucked and stained. He's slouched over and emptying the contents of his stomach in the middle of the sidewalk; it's clear that he's had a little too much to drink earlier throughout the day, and you want nothing to do with it.

Keeping a steady eye on him, you step around him and continue walking forward. There's a sigh of relief when you make it five feet past him, but it's a celebration short-lived as he calls out to you.

"Whrryy ya loookin' at meee like dat, gurlie?" he howls out. He's finished vomiting, his agitated attention focusing solely on you.

Your lower lip trembles and the prickly feeling of trepidation nips at your nerves. Just like always your feet cement themselves to the ground even though your brain is screaming at you to run. Paralyzed, you allow him to inch closer to you, and the smell of alcohol fills your nostrils.

"YAA HAVE A PROBLEM?!" He's in your face and you're frozen to the core. Tears are now staining your cheeks, legs wobbling under the pressure.

'Why can't I move?'

Your brain replays flashbacks of your trauma-- that moment when you were cornered and verbally accosted. It's terror like this that makes you wish you weren't born. You didn't know how to handle situations like these, so why were you always thrown into these sort of things?!

"[Name]?!"

It's like deja vu all over again. That polite tone that cradled your name, it was the relief you needed to return to reality. You grab your bag and fling it at the man's face, forcing him towards the floor.

Kuroko comes into your vision and he reaches out to grab hold of your wrist to take you away. The man's aggravated shouts burn a hole in your memory, but you follow quickly behind your savior while sobbing.

'Why can't I be brave?!!' you yell at yourself. You continue to drag people into your mess when all you could have done was run away. You feel like a burden, a pathetic excuse for a person. If only you were strong like Momoi or Shuzo!

"[Name], are you all right?" Kuroko asks once the both of you are in a well lit and public area. People are watching you two as they pass by, though you're sure they're looking more at you than him.

You can only offer a harsher sob in response, but he's kind enough to accept it. With a gentle squeeze of your wrist, he guides you towards the nearest fast food restaurant and orders for you. 

Just like last time, it's an order of two vanilla shakes.