I'm alive!

A little something I'd written a few months back. Cross-posted from tumblr and revised. I can imagine Kagami as the type to pull off pick-up lines like these, and so I thought I'd give it a go.

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Kagami took a deep breath, exhaled, and realized just how nervous he really was—which was silly because he never got nervous. Not over anything. Okay, maybe sometimes when coach Aida made the scariest face when she was pissed and was prepared to give the team hell, or when Nigou came up to him so much as a few feet. But those were totally different cases. This and that were two different things.

Kagami groaned as he raked his fingers through his already messed up hair the nth time that minute. His brain really wasn't up for this kind of analysis. Sorting out his feeling was never his strong point. But the advices that he'd received said he should (he should have never asked for any—he regretted it) and really soon before it was too late (the 'before it was too late' got him). And here he was doing exactly that but failing pretty miserably. "Ugh! Why is this so hard!" It almost drove Kagami mad. He was so tempted to pull his hair out in frustration. When he'd actually plucked a few strands, Kagami flopped on the bench, sobbed a little because it was damn painful, and decided that he needed to calm down—lest he turn bald.

It took a while for Kagami to finally compose himself (it was a miracle how he managed) and when he did, he stood up and began, "Kuroko...I..." He looked up earnestly but turned away after eye-contact. Don't be a wuss! Kagami reminded himself. You can do this! You aren't a tiger for nothing! With a newfound drive, Kagami tried again. "Kuroko! I...!" he said, forcing the words out of his mouth. "You…You are the peanut to my butter… The strawberry to my shortcake…"

Kagami was careful at first, uncertain and a little bit shy. But he'd eventually set his rhythm and found that it wasn't so difficult after all. So he continued, loud and proud, like there was no stopping him—like he was about to make the greatest dunk of all history. "The vanilla to my milkshake! The day to my night! The...uh... U.S to my A—"

"Kagami-kun?"

And the greatest dunk of all history was screwed over when Kagami had heard a voice come from the locker room entrance. He'd let out a little shrill scream from hearing the sudden ghost of a voice, and turned back twice as terrified. Because there standing in the flesh was,

"K-Kuroko?" All the blood from Kagami's face had drained.

"What are you doing?" Kuroko asked, making his way inside.

"M-me? A-Ah… I was just… y'know…" Kagami trailed off in a stuttering mess. Realizing that his locker was still open after having practically poured his feelings in it, he'd slammed it shut and leaned back over it, as if he was guilty of hiding something. "… Admiring myself?"

Kuroko scrunched his eyebrows in question but did not press, in spite of Kagami's uncharacteristic behavior—all fidgety and nervous, and sweating profusely, even when training had long been finished. "I see. Well, don't take long. They will be locking up soon." Kuroko said and was about to turn back and leave.

"Y-yeah, sure."

Kagami released a breath of relief, but tensed up again when Kuroko had spoken once more.

"And you are the light to my shadow, Kagami-kun," Kuroko smiled, Kagami, on the other hand, was frozen in place. Thinking process faster than usual, he'd immediately flushed to the ears. By the time Kagami had formed a coherent reply, Kuroko had already disappeared behind the door frame.

"W-wait up!" Kagami screamed. Kuroko, of course, had heard this clearly and walked more slowly, waiting for his light to catch up. Also, he was pretty sure Kagami didn't have a mirror in his locker. What he did have was a picture of the team.

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