so we wrote one anyway

So there’s a moment I’ve been wanting to talk about in Extra Game. There are five seconds left on the clock, Akashi is facing down Nash, and he doesn’t think he can make it.

When Kuroko pops out and steals the ball from behind Nash, thus saving the game:

This moment is interesting to me specifically because of Nash’s power, Demon Eye.

Demon Eye allows Nash to see the whole court and every player with the precision of Akashi’s Emperor Eye (it’s ridiculous and I love it). But what else do we know about Nash’s Demon Eye? Very little – Extra Game was very compressed, and didn’t waste much time explaining it. However, we do know about Akashi’s Emperor Eye.

Now, the showdowns between Akashi and Kuroko are little to none. Akashi doesn’t ankle break Kuroko, and Kuroko doesn’t attempt to use misdirection on him (personally, I always thought it was meant to imply their abilities didn’t work on each other, or weren’t useful). There is, however, one notable exception – the only time we ever see Kuroko steal a ball from Akashi. Kuroko’s Quasi Emperor Eye.

According to the rules established in-universe, the only way Kuroko can steal a ball from Akashi is using QEE; so, in order to do the same to Nash, he must use at least QEE to get the ball. And the only person he could have been using that ability with here was Akashi.

Hence: Kuroko has used Quasi Emperor Eye with two people only – once against Akashi, and once with Akashi. Kuroko is so in tune with Akashi in this moment he’s able to predict his movements faster than Akashi himself can. As the manga put it,

“It’s not something [Kuroko] can use on his opponents. He can only use this on his teammates, with whom he’s devoted so much time to building up trust with. However, it’s because he has that trust… that he can see into the future, an instant farther than even Akashi.”



did i take advantage of the solar eclipse to write a subtly ichiruki song whoops you can’t prove anything

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Kristanna, bar

“Hey!” Kristoff swiveled around to glare at the owner of the elbow that had just knocked his beer out of his hand. “Watch it!”

“Sorry!” she said, her voice chirpy despite the boozy lisp turning her ’s’ into a slight ‘sh’. “So sorry. Bob!” She leaned against the bar, waving. “Bob, need another beer!”

“No more for you, Red,” the bartender said. He set a water in front of her. 

“But! I’m celebrating!” she protested, shifting on her stool and nearly falling. Kristoff had to catch her. She patted his chest absently. “Thanks. Bob, beer for–for–” Blue eyes peered up into his face. “Who are you?” she asked.


“Kristoff! Beer for Kristoff, please. And a pen.”

Bob shook his head, but produced both. Kristoff, glancing down at his neighbor to say thanks, found her turning his hand over so that she could write on his arm. 

“Hey, what–”

“Myyyyy number,” she said. “Well, my sister’s number. I don’t have a new number yet. Wait–” She leaned over and planted a firm kiss on his lips. She tasted of sugar and alcohol. When she leaned back there was a pause as she ran her tongue over her lips thoughtfully. “Yep,” she said, and wrote the last three digits of the phone number. 

(If you're hurting) Lay it all on me

“Not now, Phil.” He heard her hard voice coming from the chair to his right. He could tell she was clenching her teeth; another sign she was trying to keep her emotions in check. She couldn’t fool him.

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