Her eyes widen as she looks at him, but he stares at her like he’s said something like “Can I wash your car?” or something. Her mind is in chaos and her heart beats a mile a minute as she takes in what he’s saying and what’s happening at the moment.
“What…?” she manages to choke out, still unable to process the situation.
Kuroko blinks and takes his hand off her shoulder slowly, shifting his gaze towards the cold floor. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” He thinks of the millions of possibilities that could have happened had he asked her earlier, but it was now clear to him. She no longer had feelings for him, and that was that.
As Kuroko continues to observe the cracks in the tiles of the floor beneath him, he feels a light, warm pressure on his cheek. He looks up immediately to find [Y/N] straightening back into her previous position. Her cheeks are dusted with a pink tint, and he can’t tell if it’s because of the cold night breeze or because of something else. She smiles at him brightly, her chapped lips cracking from stretching too much.
“It’s sweet of you to ask, Kuroko, but I think it’s better for kisses to be surprises,” she tells him, putting her hands on her hips at her achievement. Kuroko feels his cheeks heating up but he gathers enough courage to put his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. She stumbles into him clumsily, her hands falling on his chest.
“I apologize. Let me try again,” he says, tilting his head and holding her chin in one hand, pulling her face to him.
Their lips meet in a sweet encounter. He kisses her with longing, as if he’s missed her all this time. She drapes her arms over his neck, pulling him closer. She pushes back against his lips with her own and nibbles at his bottom lip almost bashfully. He rests his hands on the small of her back and pushes her back against the railing and-
She jolts up from her slumber, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of her head. She covers her face with her hands, desperately willing her mind to make all the images from her dream go away. Her dream was so vivid, so excruciatingly real that she couldn’t help but feel disappointed when she woke up. However, what did she expect? That Kuroko would come into her life and sweep her off her feet? He may talk like a prince, but she was never going to be his princess. Momoi, though… She would make a fine princess. She certainly had the face and body for it. [Y/N] was just a lowly commoner compared to that girl.
She shakes her head, hoping the self-deprecating thoughts will be gone after she does so. It doesn’t work, so she sighs and looks at her watch before deciding to get up and get ready for the day even if it was still 4am. She makes her bed, brushes her teeth, and changes out of her pajamas before heading out for a nice stroll on the beach.
She takes a step on the sand to be welcomed by a certain tall redhead already standing in front of the waves. She approaches him, and he nods at her in acknowledgement. [Y/N] stays silent by Kagami’s side, the crashing of the waves the only sound echoing in her ears. She closes her eyes to relax, but her chill time is cut short by Kagami’s voice.
“What’s gotten you up so early?”
She contemplates whether telling Kagami would be beneficial to either of them, but, what the hell, she figures, this was Kagami and she told Kagami everything anyway.
“I dreamt about Kuroko,” she confesses, earning a brief concerned glance from Kagami. She glances at his profile once he’s looked away and shifts her gaze back to the sea. Kagami says nothing, probably waiting for her to say something else. He knew she had more to say when it came to Kuroko. She always had something to say when it was Kuroko.
