The Obsessed Basketball Player (Kisumi x Male! Reader)

Chapter 1~ The Pink-Haired Savior

!Note!: I said I would do it, and well...I'm back! :D Btw, (H/t) is height :>

(Third-person) POV

According to (M/n's) mother, and his younger brother Haruki, today was a day that he should have been excited about.

Well, not so much Haruki because he was only 6 years old, and all he wanted to do was cling to (M/n's) leg. Literally, he would not get off of his leg this morning.

~Earlier That Morning~

"(M/n)-Nii! I don't want you to go yet! I want you to walk me to school!" Haruki sobbed, holding on to his brothers leg with an almost deadly grip.

'How is he so strong? He's only 6, what the heck?!' (M/n) had thought to himself.

"Haruki! Get off of your brothers leg, or else he's going to be late for school!" His mother had scolded, practically yanking her youngest son from (M/n's) leg. It didn't do anything, except make Haruki's grip tighter.

The (H/c) teen nearly fell over from the stress that was being put on his leg.

"No! I don't wanna! (M/n)-Nii always walks me to school! If he isn't there, I'll be alone!"

(M/n) sighed, and bent over to pat his sobbing little brother on the head.

"Haruki, when I get back, I promise that we can go to the park and play, okay? But for now, please let go of my leg."

~Present~

As much as (M/n's) mom had begged, it only took (M/n) asking Haruki himself, before the child eventually gave in, and released him.

The (H/c) hair colored teen sighed, realizing that this may become an annoying habit of his little brother in the future.

If he never listened to what his mother said, than he was never going to get anywhere in life.

A shudder ran down (M/n's) back as he thought of the worst case scenario.

'What if he develops a brother complex, and he tries to 'make me his' when he matures? What if he tires to marry me, like in one of those creepy BL manga?!'

(M/n's) head pulsed with the anticipation of an oncoming raging headache.

'Oh god. I really hope that I'm in a relationship before something like that can even begin to play itself out.'

Another hard shiver ran up the teens back, just as a basketball hit him in the back of his head.

'Great.' He thought to himself bitterly.

'My day is going awesome so far.'

~

(M/n's) POV

"Ah, sorry man! Hey, can you pass that to us?" A guy with a face that I really couldn't care less about asked me, scratching his head with a fake look of apology on his face, like he's some kind of 5th grader.

Sorry? If you're going to apologize for hitting me in the damn head, the least you could do is walk your lazy ass over here and grab the fucking ball yourself!

Obviously I didn't say that aloud. There were 5 of them, and each of them were at lest 6 feet tall.

I was (H/t). They would have killed me.

Had I actually planned to pick up the ball, I would have moved to do so. But since I didn't, said guy just looked at me like I was an idiot or something.