Kuroko no Basket x Reader

Himuro Tatsuya

HIMURO X READER:
You Saved Me
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You reach your hand up to grab the last bag of chips on the shelf. Out of nowhere, a gigantic hand flies past yours and snatches the bag off the highest shelf before you could get to it.

You turn around to see a tall purple haired boy towering over you.

"You snooze you lose." his long limbs stride away and you stand there with your mouth hanging open.

"I'm sorry about him." someone says from beside you. You spin around and see a tall boy with black hair covering one eye standing in front of you. He has mesmerising coloured eyes, is dressed casually and has a very neutral expression. Girls must swoon over him all the time.

He walks up to the huge purple guy and takes the bag from his grasp. Biggie pouts and hangs his head in sadness.

The dark haired boy walks back to you and hands you the bag of crisps.

"Thank you." you say.

"No, it's really fine. That was yours, anyway." he says.

"No it wasn't." big purple boy complains from the corner of the shop which he's currently standing in. You glare daggers at him.

"I'm Himuro Tatsuya. That's Murasakibara Atsushi." he extends his hand out and you politely shake it.

"I'm Y/N." you smile and he returns it.

"Let me pay for you." he nods his head in the direction of the cashier after snatching the bag from your dainty hands

"N-No! That's too much. It wasn't even your fault, it was that giant's!" you try to take the bag back from the kind stranger.

"Huu? Sounds like an ant is talking. Can you hear that, Muro-chin?" purple nurple looks around at his eye level, which you are nowhere near.

You grow irritated. "You wanna fight!?" you storm over to him with your fists raised.

"Huu? Did you say something, bug?"

"OH NO YOU DIDN'T YOU-"

"Stop that, Murasakibara. Leave her alone."

"Huu? She started it." he complains in a monotone voice.

When Himuro is turned around you throw up the middle finger to Murasakibara who gasps like a child.

Himuro walks away and pays for the bag of crisps while you and Murasakibara have an intense glaring competition. If Himuro hadn't of been there, you definitely would have knocked this giant out by now.

He arrives back and hands you the bag.

"Thank you, again." you smile.

"Anytime. Have a wonderful day."

"W-Wait!" you call out as the pair turns to leave the store. "I... Umm..." you scratch the back of your neck and avoid eye contact. You trail off, unsure of how to word what you want to say.

"You know, you actually look familiar. Have we met before?" Himuro looks at you.

"Hmm, do you play basketball?" you ask.
Himuro and Murasakibara's eyes widen slightly before he nods.

"Yes, we do. How did you know that?"

"I don't do anything out of school hours besides manage a basketball team. There's no other way we could have seen each other... Unless you're from an anime I've binge watched." you shrug.

"What school?" he questions.

"Seirin High."

Himuro's expression becomes stiff. He steps back and turns around so his back is facing you.

Did you say something wrong?

"We have to go." he grabs Murasakibara and pulls him away from the store.

But you were going to ask him if he wanted to hang out sometime.

» a time skip. don't know how long oops »

The WINTER cup is finally here and you feel nervous, excited and a little bit mad. Only because you have a feeling you are going to see that Murasakibara giant and ditcher Himuro. How dare he just leave when you weren't done talking to him? Rude.

"Guys, I have to step outside for a moment and take a phone call, okay? If you need anything, Riko is there, ask her." you wave goodbye to the team and step outside into the cool nighttime breeze.

"Hello? Yes, I am Y/N. Mhm. No worries, I'll let the team know. Thank you for this wonderful opportunity. Yes. Tomorrow morning in the stadium for the interview? Great. See ya."

You switch off your phone and turn around to enter the building.

A large figure steps in front of your view. You take a step back and look up to see a large male basketball player in your way.

"Excuse me." you say to the Fukuda player. You try to move around him but he blocks your path again.

"Look, I'm seriously not in the mood for this right now so get the hell out of my way." you glare up at him. One of the reasons you were asked to be the basketball team manager, is that you are totally ruthless. You make smart and genius decisions which always lead the team to victory. You're rude when need be but also kind at heart. When need be you can be an immovable rock and a heartless bitch. In short, you keep the boys in check 24/7.

He snickers at you and you clench your fist by your side.

"You're awfully feisty for a pretty little girl, aren't you?"

He grabs your neck with his huge hand and hoists you above the ground.

You thrash and kick your legs around the place but it's no use. His arms are too long for your leg to be able to reach his head.

"Let go of her!" A familiar voice calls out. A phone is thrown at the Fukuda guys face and he has to duck. As he does so, you punch the crease of his elbow. His hand retracts and you jump down.

"Ahh, you bitch!" he spits. You take a few steps back so you're at Himuro's side.

"Does trouble always find you or do you always find trouble?" he asks and shakes his head.

"Ehh, a bit of both." you shrug.

"I'll kill you." The dreadlocked sadistic freak lunches towards you.

You immediately jump out of the way, but he doesn't blink nor hesitate.

He wasn't going for you... He was going for Himuro.

"No you don't!" you swing your leg in the air and manage to kick the Fukuda boy square in the face. He stumbles backwards and then falls onto his back.

You sweat drop. "That's all it took? I'm disappointed."

"You'll be in so much trouble if someone finds him here out cold." Himuro says.

"Why do you care?" you ask.

"I actually followed you out here because I want to apologise to you. I let my feelings about something in the past cloud my judgment. I think you're really beautiful, Y/N. And I would like to hang out some time."

A grin spreads across your face.

"I'd like that." you say. He smiles.

"You saved me. Thank you." You take a few steps closer to him and peck him on the cheek gently.