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fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
summary: Why don’t I give you private lessons if you’re really interested? AoFem!Kise
dedicated to: Maria <33 coz it was her bday yesterday. HAPPY BELATED, DARLING!! Also, yoU’RE SPECIAL OHKAY.
notes: Shorter than I expected it to be bUT YEAH. And omg idk what I’m doing zdgklsfgh ;____; But I hope you gais enjoy?
also I can’t remember what Kise calls Momoi so ajfkesjkgvnds.
warnings: Fem!Kise and a bit of OOC coz of that. Also this would take place in middle school—ninth grade for Japan—so yeah :D
Kise Ryota was addicted to the basketball court. She was so addicted that she tended to skip her many modeling jobs, in favor of staying back in school, sitting on the bleachers and watching the teams play. The girl’s team wasn’t as good as the boy’s team and Ryota didn’t bother with them, thus, choosing to look at the boys who played the sport with an amazing ability, almost inhuman, with jumps and invisible passes and speed that rivaled the light.
It may also have had something to do with the fact that they tended to take off their shirts. A lot.
She was just observing these very abs—for a purpose, of course, she wanted to figure out how on earth their bodies even got like that—when someone called out to her from the entrance of the court.
“Ki-chan!” Momoi said, and ran up to her when Kise made no attempt to move. A couple of boys looked up, probably because her name sounded—and, in fact, basically was—like a boy’s name.
“Ki-chan,” Momoi repeated. “Your manager’s looking everywhere for you. He says you have a game today?”
Kise grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of her head. “Can we pretend that you didn’t see me, Satsu-chan?”
Momoi sighed and plopped down, joining her staring at the boys on the court. “If you’re so bored with what you’re doing now,” she started after a minute, “why don’t you join the basketball team?”
Kise didn’t answer, choosing to observe one boy, her classmate Aomine Daiki, shoot a basketball in one of the hoops successfully and high five one of his teammates, smiling widely.
“Dai-chan, huh,” Momoi said wisely and nodded like she understood.
Kise pouted. “That’s not it, Satsu-chan!” she whined and tried to cover up the slight blush showing on her cheeks. “I’m just bored. It’s no fun if I’m good at everything.”
“You’re so humble,” Momoi responded dryly. “You haven’t tried basketball yet. See if you’re horrible at that.” Her eyes lit up excitedly. “Hey! Why don’t you play against Dai-chan. You’ll never win against him!”
Kise continued to pout. “Thanks, Satsu-chan.”
“You’re welcome.” Catching the eye of the very topic of their conversation, Momoi beckoned him over. “Dai-chan! Come over here!”
“Wait. Satsu-chan, what are you—” Kise stopped midsentence when Aomine Daiki, in all his shirtless glory came up to them, sweat dripping off his tanned body, and cuing a little bit of drooling from Kise.
“What is it, Satsuki?” Aomine said curiously. His eyes caught Kise’s and he acknowledged her, smiling and nodding. “Uhhh, Kise, right?”
“Yeah,” Kise murmured shyly and in a way that was very out of character for the usually bubbly girl. “Excuse me, I think my manager’s calling for me.”
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Momoi said strictly, grabbing hold of Kise’s long blonde hair and yanking it back.
Kise let out a yelp and rubbed the back of her head, looking like a wounded dog. “Dai-chan, can you play a game with her?”
Kise was losing.
And she was enjoying every minute of it.
Aomine had been reluctant at first, Kise being a girl and all, but that had changed quickly when Momoi had rattled off the extensive list of every sport and athletic experience Kise had had, while she stood there embarrassed.
So he agreed to it.
And Kise was losing very very badly.
“You about done?” Aomine’s voice echoed across the empty court. Everyone had left already, including Satsuki who had winked as she went and indicated that she’d cover for Kise to her manager.
Kise huffed and fell back on the floor. “Aominecchi,” she said breathlessly, using the name she always called him in her head without thinking, “is basketball really this incredible?”
Aomine strode over and hovered his head over her face, blocking it from the lights on the ceiling. “Yeah,” he answered, grinning. “It is. Nice moves, by the way. I take it you watch us every day to pick up on all of them.”
Kise flashed her teeth happily. “I’m good at, uh, mimicking people’s plays, heehee!”
He shook his head wonderingly. “Satsuki’s right,” he realized. “You should join the basketball team.”
Kise grew sulky. “I’d rather join the boy’s team.”
“I don’t think,” Aomine began, taking in Kise’s long golden hair, slightly heaving breasts, and slim legs—of which a lot of skin was showing—,”that that would end very well.”
“Why?” she whined, staring up at him with her wide eyes. “It won’t be fun if I can’t play with Aominecchi!”
Aomine suddenly smirked, as if an idea had just popped into his head. “Fine. Why don’t you just come here after practice and I’ll give you private lessons.”