Taking one last look in the mirror, [Y/N] picks her bag up off the floor and slings it over her right shoulder. She makes a face and straightens her back, pulling her skirt down a bit.
“Yep,” she says to herself. “This is good. Today will be good.” Her hair sways as she nods her head in determination. She turns on her heel and twists her doorknob, stepping out of her room leisurely. She was right on time today so there was no need to hurry to school. Everything is perfect, she thought as she made her way down the stairs. A smile paints itself on her lips as she feels the warm air on her skin. The sun was out, she had a good night’s sleep, she wasn’t late, what could possibly go wrong?
That question was immediately answered as her foot descended from the last step.
“Good morning.”
[Y/N] freezes up, unsure of how to respond to the situation. Her initial thought is to scream, but it was early in the morning and her neighbors would probably rush over to see what the problem was and maybe tell her off for waking them. Her second thought was to go back upstairs, but her feet were stuck to the floor and she couldn’t move. Her third thought was to calm down, because she was being silly.
After all, having Kuroko in her living room first thing in the morning was nothing to be worked up about. It was no big deal at all. Right?
She lets go of the breath that caught in her throat the moment she saw Kuroko and, more out of habit than anything, greets him back. “Good morning,” she pronounces carefully, nodding her head in his direction slightly. She shoots him a questioning glance afterwards, because the situation is questionable, but he only smiles at her endearingly in return. The left corner of her lips pulls up to her cheek in a half-hearted smile while her heart hammers violently in her chest. Why in the hell does he have to smile like that? If this doesn’t stop, my heart is going to end up on the ground! she thinks, flexing her fingers behind her back.
[Y/N]’s mother saunters out of the kitchen, putting on her falsies in a hurry. “Morning, [Y/N],” she says dismissively, now dabbing her lip brush on her dark red lipstick. [Y/N]’s eyes follow her mother throughout the rushing to and from the room she was in and the next. “Good morning, mom,” [Y/N] greets, barely getting the greeting out completely before her mother starts talking again.
“I swear that alarm clock was set to alarm at 6:00 in the morning last night when I fell asleep. I don’t understand how-would you mind passing me those earrings, honey?-how it didn’t go off! Buy me a new one and batteries, too, won’t you, [Y/N]?”
“Yes, mom.”
“And what did I tell you about washing the dishes? I came home last night to your dirty dishes again, [Y/N]. I thought you said the other day was the last time? Honestly, what is so hard about-ah, crap, I’m late-about washing the dishes as soon as you’re done? Ah, really. Don’t forget to unplug the appliances when you leave, okay?”
“Yes, mom.”
“Well, I’ll be off, [Y/N]. Take care of your guest here,” she says, squeezing her daughter’s shoulder and rushing out the door, her black high heels clacking against the marble tiles. [Y/N] stares at the door slammed shut by her mother before sighing in resignation and shrugging.
“Your mother seems like a very busy woman, [Y/N].”
[Y/N] doesn’t bat an eyelash and responds, “Yeah, I get that a lot.”
“Does it bother you?” Kuroko asks, turning to look at her.
She raises an eyebrow at Kuroko’s inquisitiveness which was very out-of-character. His smiling was very out-of-character, too. Now she wonders what Kuroko is up to, or if this is Kuroko at all. It seems like someone who isn’t Kuroko, but looks and moves like Kuroko. Maybe it’s his friendly twin. Maybe it’s magic.
