The Girl From America| (Kuroko no Basket x Fem!Reader)

Point 7

   You weren't acting like yourself, Nijimura was absolutely sure of it now. Your eyes didn't light up like they usually would do when you entered the cafe. The smile didn't reach your eyes up when you greeted the workers. Your body language was more slouchy and tired than before. Lastly, you didn't even call him the nickname you gave him! He definitely was surprised when you said his full name.

Luckily he managed to cover his first reaction with a pout. Overall now he knew that something at sometime happened. And Nijimura knew how to get the truth out of you.

"So Shu," You say as you flatten out your shorts, "why did you call me to meet here?"

   Now settled down at the meeting destination, you two were sitting in front of each other. With belongings sitting comfortably under the table.

   "Well," He started, until he saw movement in the corner of his eye. Soon after a familiar worker comes up to the table, holding two drinks. One was for him, a single cappuccino assume would be his since it was a cappuccino and the other is yours.

   "A drink for [L/n] and Nijimura?"

   "Yes, that's us." The looking mature teen replied to her. He saw you open and close your mouth like a robot malfunctioning. The lady didn't seem to notice though when she began to place the beverages down.

   "A cappuccino with extra foam on top for Mr. Nijimura." The kind women put it down in front of him. "And a [F/d] for Ms. [L/n]." She did the same with yours.

"Ah," you say, trying to find the right words. "Thank you."

"It's no problem." The waiter smiled. "Enjoy you two."

Soon after she walked away to serve the next batch of customers. You turn back to your close friend.

"Y'know, you didn't have to buy me a drink." Your eyes glance down at the item, then back up. "Especially if it's my favorite one."

"What's the whole point of going to a cafe then?" Nijimura asked, taking a sip of his own cup of liquid. Face of a angle, tongue of a demon. Always being such a smartass every time.

"Maybe because one of my friends called me over here for no apparent reason?" You coolly reply. He took out the cup of his lips just enough so he give you a frown. A grin creeped up on your face when he did.

"Well who's the smartass now, huh?" You stick your tongue at him. The teen pursed his lips before putting down the drink.

"That's the [F/n] I know," he states with closed eyes

"Eh?" You blink.

"Don't think that I haven't noticed," Nijimura said, "you've been awfully quiet in the phone call we had a couple of minutes ago."

He saw you open up your mouth, but only to close it and drink your own beverage in silence.

   "Hm." He hummed while watching you. "Well," the teen shifted in his seat, then propped up his elbow, putting his head in hand, "I'm waiting."