Accidentally encountering a boy who seemed to love basketball (and of course, was much muchbetter than himself at the said sport) must have been one of the luckiest coincidences in Kuroko Tetsuya's life.

Ogiwara Shigehiro- Ogiwara-kun- was a bright individual, contrasting heavily with Kuroko's own quiet and mysterious persona. He was the one with the bright smiles and outstretched hands, the one who smelled like sunshine and daisies, the one who would roll around in the mud with the orange ball he seemed to carry with him almost everywhere he went.

Ogiwara-kun was the one who brought basketball into his life.

And being with him was probably the most natural thing in Kuroko's life. Ogiwara-kun never lost him, although he often joked about not being able to see Kuroko. They've spent a lot of time together, usually starting right after Kuroko's school was over (because Ogiwara-kun went to a school three blocks away from the Kuroko's school and the court near their house) and ended when the sun went down or on the afternoon of the next day whenever one of them decided to stay on either's house.

Ogiwara and Kuroko never really understood the nature of their relationship. Harmless pecks on the lips or feathery kisses on the cheeks were always exchanged between them it became a normality. They sat close whenever they sit, snuggled to each other whenever they spent the night together, and shared clothes whenever Kuroko didn't bring one on his own (too bad, though, Ogiwara's clothes were always a tad bigger on Kuroko). They were really close friends.

At least until a very particular night that Ogiwara won't ever forget.

It was like any other day. They've played basketball on the court until they were now dragging their feet towards Kuroko's house, where they decided to spend this weekend. Kuroko had stopped in the middle of the road, prompting a raised eyebrow from the orange-haired boy.

"Ogiwara-kun,"

"Hmm?"

"I'm in love with you."

And Kuroko really wasin love with him. Or at least, he thought so. He'd read many novels pertaining the subject and he found himself feeling the same way as the written prose whenever he was in Ogiwara-kun's vicinity. Ogiwara, ears red (from embarrassment? or was he flustered? Kuroko wasn't always sure about his childhood friend), smiled a very different smile from his usual goofy grin and gripped Kuroko's hand a little tighter.

"I know." He replied, voice only a few decibels louder than a mere whisper. At first, Kuroko thought that Ogiwara-kun didn't love him back. But the way his hand had moved to Kuroko's wrist, holding it with a little more possessiveness and unwillingness to let go convinced Kuroko otherwise.

Ogiwara-kun loved him too, even when he was too embarrassed to say it out loud and bluntly like Kuroko did. They both just knew.