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

[H.11] High School: Diary Entry Eleven

"Momoi, hey," you breathe into the phone's receiver. 

Momoi recognizes your voice, and you can hear her smile through the phone. "Senpai, will we be seeing you today?"

"I don't think I can make it." Although the manner in which you responds shows little indication of your painful deliberation, she knows that you've struggled in churning out this decision. Your voice is raspy from lack of sleep, and you sound much meeker than usual. "S-Something came up, I'm sorry."

She knows you aren't going to speak on this issue any longer and respects your plea for privacy. "I understand. We'll miss you then."

"Thanks, have fun."

When you hang up, you exhale a heavy sigh and return your phone to your pocket. Your attention returns to the stall on your right as you continue venturing around the flea market. With the time being 7:45 AM, the streets are vacant, allowing you to meander through the markets alone. 

"Miss, I have these on sale if you'd like to look at them," the stall attendant mentions as they point to a pair of necklaces resting on a wooden display. You reach out and inspect the two items closely. Each necklace dangles on a thin silver chain with matching sun and moon stones and the price isn't bad either.

"Hm...maybe I should get this for Kuroko..."

Were you even going to see him today? The confidence to respond to his confession has long depleted as a result of Momoi's words. You still aren't sure if you were the right fit for the boy. He may have forgiven you for what you did to him in middle school but when will enough be enough for him? He'll get tired of your crap and leave.

With a long exhale, you leave the stall to continue dragging your feet around the surrounding markets. Your heart begins to speed up the farther you get from the stall. It's as if your body is screaming at you to do something. But you aren't quite sure what that is.

Your fingers twitch. I want to touch him.

Your skin forms goosebumps. I want to see him.

And your heart is skipping just too many beats. I want to be in love with him.

You whip your head back to the stall and gaze fiercely at the stall attendant. You let out a shaky breath as a surge of willpower overwhelms you, and you return to the stall with your wallet on hand. "How much for the necklaces?"

You aren't backing down from this confession.

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A/N: I promise we're there. Just needed to weave this in to get to the fun stuff ;u;