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

[H.2] High School: Diary Entry Two

It's the day of the tournament, and everyone arrives with jitters of excitement. This isn't the first time they've competed at such a scale. Judging by their faces, it wouldn't be their last either.

Once every team member is accounted for, you guys begin traveling into the building. You blend yourself into the group with your head hung low and eyes cemented on the ground. Once inside, you take a peek at your surroundings and notice how one side is dedicated to the girls and the other to the boys. Each group is on their respective side keeping their distance. You don't care to make eye contact with any male, trailing behind the group as they make their way to an open spot on the chairs.

"Are we going to watch the boys play?" Ayano asks with excitement. The team directs their attention to their point guard. She's taller than most girls with short, messy black hair and freckles that line her cheeks. There's minimal effort to her makeup, but her confidence is more than enough to make her charming to anyone. 

It doesn't take much to understand what she's after; just one look at those brown eyes, and you can see that glint showing her true intent: boys.

"Aya, we should focus on our game instead," Yuuka silences her. Due to her post as Aya's childhood friend, she makes it her mission to curb the girl's blazing interest in the opposite gender.

"But it's the Generation of Miracles!" Aya continues. "[Name], you were their manager. Aren't they amazing?"

You flinch at the mention of your peers, but you try to accept your past in Teiko as gracefully as possible. "They're strong, that's for sure." You mentally sigh with relief at having sounded composed.

"See! I think we can learn a lot by watching their game." Aya turns to face Yuuka, who appears pensive at the suggestion. "Let's watch one of their games and see if we can pick up any tricks they use."

Yuuka sends you a concerned stare. She's debating the pros and cons, but ultimately, the benefits outweigh your comfort. "Okay, just one game."

Aya jumps to her feet and rushes over to scan the board that held a list of the matches. "Right now, Yosen is playing... Don't they have that strong defense monster?"

An image of Murasakibara with a bag of marshmallows flashes into your mind. You recall how the boy never showed you an ounce of interest; he was more preoccupied with eating and playing basketball. He probably didn't even remember your name.

Just the thought of that makes you feel a tad bit calmer. 'I can deal with him if it comes to...'

"Who are they playing against?" you ask in hopes of masking your nervousness.

"Uhh... Seirin?" Aya reads tentatively.

"Oh," you tilt your head. "I don't know them."

"Well, it's going to be good! Let's go!" Aya exclaims as she zips down the hallway and into the designated gym. Mildly interested, the rest of the team wordlessly follow. Once you make it to a row of available seats, your gaze wanders around the crowd of spectators. There's a pressure on your chest, but it isn't as suffocating as it used to be in middle school.

"Woah! They're crushing Seirin!" Aya shouts, bringing your attention towards the scoreboard.

'58-49' shines on the board in bright red. It doesn't come much as a shock to you, seeing as how Murasakibara is built. He was also part of a team in Teiko that crushed their opponents overwhelmingly.

The game's fate had already been decided long ago, and you feel no desire to care anymore. Your eyes begin their lazy observation of each member from the two teams; most are tall and muscular, others lean yet sturdy. All are male.

"Look at that crazy move! You really need the height for that," Aya points out. She's grabbing the edge of your sleeve and forcing you to pay attention. You just wanted to resign yourself from this moment and meditate in peace, not be reminded of the past you left behind.

However, the second your eyes land on one particular boy making a shot, your blood stills. Powder blue hair, small build, captivating eyes. You inspect him a little more, and the moment he smiles at his teammates, your hearts breaks into a million pieces. 

"K-K-Kuroko!"