A/N: Mild AU. Basically original plot, but slightly altered. Hope you like it. Please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke.

"Don't let the place intimidate you! Once you meet her, you'll feel right at home. I wonder if Shio-chan will remember me... Ah! The place hardly changed! Last time I was here you were still in my stomach! Time really does fly, ne, Tetsuki?"

"Yes. It does, Okaa-san." The child agreed. She continued to walk down the never ending hallway beside her mother, hardly commenting on the rich decor of the mansion. As far as she knew, the girl was merely accompanying her mother to visit her old high school friend whom she had not seen for almost over ten years. Blue eyes wandered, seeing various maids and servants scurrying around the manner for reasons unknown. At least they have their job cut out for them, Kuroko Tetsuki thought.

The two females steps came to stop when a servant came to escort them the misses of the mansion. Tetsuki briefly showed her amazement. Just how much bigger could this place get? Following the well dressed man, she and her mother came to a living room of sorts. Fancy furniture was placed all over, with a certain redheaded woman sitting on a love seat beside a fireplace. Appropriate for the cold weather in the month of January.

Sorano, her rather energetic mother, instantly spotted the woman whose hair match the scorching fire, and ran to her friend's side. Following, Tetsuki observed the room a little more, noticing a peculiar crib sitting innocently a few steps away from the pair.

"Shio-chan!" cried Sorano happily. Coming behind the seated woman she wrapped her arms around her friend's neck, hugging the redhead tightly to her chest. The redhead yelped in surprise as she was unexpectedly cradled in crushing arms, but began to laugh, realizing who called out her name.

"Sora!" The redheaded woman replied, standing from her seat to greet her friend with a proper hug. "It's been a while!"

Sorano smiled at the beautiful woman in front of her. "How's everything? Where's your husband?"

"Everything's wonderful," Akashi Shiori answered fondly. "Unfortunately, my husband is a busy man."

Sorano gave her slightly taller friend a worried look. "Are you okay? With that, I mean."

The redhead waved it off. "Of course! Plus, I have another person to look after now." Sorano smiled at that, and secretly cursed to herself for forgetting a certain someone.

"Ah! I forgot, I also brought my daughter, Tetsuki. Tetsuki! Uh, Tetsuki?"

While her mother and her friend were catching up, the blue haired girl was occupied with something else. Or in this case, someone else. The ten year-old stared down at the tiny life held within the crib she had noticed at first sight. Hair that could almost reflect blood sat on top of the baby's head. He was a small baby, Tetsuki thought. Slow breathes came from the baby in his quiet slumber, tiny fingers crumpling into the blankets. She had been so mesmerized by the baby she didn't realize her own mother calling out to her.

The two mothers approached the girl, and Tetsuki turned to her mother's friend and bowed respectfully. "Nice to meet you, Akashi-san."

Shiori smiled at the young girl. "No need to be formal," she stated politely. "I see you've already met Seijuro. He was born just last month." Tetsuki perked at the name, looking back down at the crib. The name suited the sleeping baby, she thought. As she continued to stare down at the two month old baby, Seijuro's face scrunched up in sudden discomfort, and opened his eyes to see his mother and two blue haired strangers looking down at him. "Good morning, Sei-chan! We have some visitors," Shiori explained to the baby. Pointing to each bluehead, she introduced, "This is my friend Kuroko Sorano and her daughter Tetsuki." Seijuro listened to his mother's voice, and followed the directions where she pointed. His attention, somehow, was fully directed to the last person introduced.

Tetsuki raised a brow at the staring baby.

"Say hi to him Tetsuki!" whispered her mother. She looked at her mother, then back at Seijuro.

"Hello, Akashi-kun," was all Tetsuki said as she continued to looked into his scarlet eyes. Then, something happened.

Seijuro raised his arms at her, indicating he wanted to be carried.

Shiori gasped in surprise. "He's never asked to be carried before! The maids or I would just pick him up naturally and at least he wouldn't complain. But never had he asked for something before. I think he gets that from his father..." She smiled, and turned to the youngest woman in the room. "Go ahead Tetsuki!"

Nodding, she scooped up the baby from his underarms and held Seijuro securely to her. The redheaded baby latched on instantly to her, quiet as his wish had come true. He looked up innocently at Tetsuki, and the ten year-old could feel her cheeks burning under his gaze but she could also feel her heart become warmer as she realized she had just made a new friend. It almost felt as though something were squeezing her chest, telling her that she would, somehow or someway, become more closer to this baby whose surname matched his eyes.

"Sei-chan! We do not grab at young girl's breasts!"

Or, that something could just be perverted baby named Akashi Seijuro.

Five years had passed she had fatefully met the redheaded baby. Shiori had said that she could come over anytime she liked, seeing as Akashi would only ever demand for Tetsuki to be his playmate. Some days were hard though, as Seijuro was the first and only successor of his father's company and had already become his education at the age of four. Tetsuki hadn't seen him since.

Tetsuki had grown as well, already entering in her first year of high school at Teiko High School. Her light blue hair had grown beautifully and ended just above her backside. Though her wide, yet observing eyes would cause almost everyone she encountered to fall deep into her ocean colored eyes. It was only a shame that she had such a low presence, not that she minded. She did make a new friend at Teiko, however. One half-American and had ridiculously split eyebrows. They had met multiple times when he would conveniently sit in the same table as hers whenever she would get vanilla milkshakes at Maji Burger. She was most impressed by his strong build and his love for basketball, just like her. However, looking up at him only made Tetsuki remember the significant height difference that had genetically cursed her to shortness.

One day, after saying goodbye to her parents as she walked off to school, Tetsuki stopped at a crosswalk and patiently waited for her turn to walk. Cars were racing down the street at the green traffic light, though Tetsuki merely continued to read the novel in her hand. It was when the traffic light turned the yellow and cars would start to speed up to make the light, did the bluenette feel a slight breeze against her leg, by a young boy who ran right pass her into the traffic-roaring street.

"Get back here you!" yelled the boy, oddly chasing after a firefly early in the morning. The bug flew off into the sky and the boy sighed as he missed his chance to catch it, not noticing a car racing straight towards him until a hand lifted him up by the back of his shirt collar before impact.

Catching his breath, he gripped a hand into his shirt above his heart. "T-That was close!" he panted. He looked around for his savior, but saw no one around. "Ooookay, that's weird." He scratched his head in confusion. "Then who do I say thank you to? Heh, what am I thinking? I should thank you to me for being so awesome to even escape death! Take that Kami-sama!"

"What a selfish boy."

The boy yelled in fright, scared by the sudden voice that spoke. "Who said that?!" he cried, half way to wetting himself.

"I did," said Testuki. The elementary student, she guessed by his looks, yelled again once he finally spotted her. The boy rubbed his eyes then composed himself, but before he could asked her who she was, the blue haired teen disappeared.

...

"I wonder if she's the one who saved me," the boy thought aloud. School had just gotten out, and he was walking along the sidewalk leading to his neighbor. He had been looking down at the concrete while he walked then suddenly fell as he bumped into someone's legs. He rubbed his back where it hit the floor, then looked up at the person to apologized but stopped short when he—and she—realized who the person was.

"It's you!" the boy yelled.

"Oh, you." Tetsuki stated.

The elementary boy came off the ground and bowed at a direct 45 degree angle, and practically shouted, "THANK YOU FOR SAVING MY LIFE!"

Tetsuki tilted her head at the boy, and bent down at his level. He kept his bow until she flicked his forehead, making him stand up at full height. He cried out in pain as he held his forehead and looked angrily at the blueheaded teen. "What was that for lady?!"

'Lady' smiled at his antics, and patted his dark blue hair. "Look both ways before crossing," she warned him. While she received a confused look from the boy she then told him, "My name is Kuroko Tetsuki."

The boy sniffled, still holding his pained forehead. "A-Aomine Daiki."

Tetsuki wiped away his tiny tears, and warmly took one of his hands into hers. "Nice to meet you, neighbor."

...

"Guess what I found yesterday Tetsu! I found a dragonfly!" Aomine excitedly told the teen, a tiny blush upon his tanned cheeks. "I would've gave it to you but it ran away."

"Dragonflies fly, Aomine-kun. Not run," Tetsuki corrected the five year-old. She held Aomine's hand as they walked to Maji Burger where the blue haired teen promised Aomine a treat after playing basketball with him at the park.

The tanned boy made a 'hmph' sound, and smirked up at her. "I know that! I just wanted to see if you knew that." Coming inside the fast-food restaurant, Tetsuki entrusted Aomine to find a table while she ordered for them. He happily agreed and ran off to get the window table. Unbeknownst to Aomine, he had chosen a table that was already occupied. Aomine being Aomine, would've screamed at the new face, but for some odd reason, something about the guy sitting in front of him made him want to glare at the stranger.

"Go away old man. I want this seat!" he shouted at the man across him.

"Who you calling old punk!?" The man shouted back, his yell resembling a roar of a tiger. Aomine gulped, but bravely held his ground.

"If I say I want this seat, then I want this seat!" Aomine retorted, holding his glare. He and Tetsu always sit here. She even told him that it was the best seat! And Tetsu deserved the best!

The man made a growl of sorts at the elementary student. "Someone needs to teach you manners, brat." Aomine saw the man's hand come towards him and the five year-old closed his eyes waiting for the hit.

"You shouldn't bully little kids, Kagami-kun." Tetsuki said holding a tray of food.

"Tetsu!"

"Kuroko?!"

Tetsuki slid next to Aomine and handed him his food, seeing how he was practically drooling over the sight of burgers. After saying a quick prayer, he began his feast. The stranger, now named Kagami, looked between the tanned boy and Tetsuki in confusion. "Am I missing something here..."

The bluenette took a sip of her favorite vanilla milkshake before answering the redhead's question. "This is my neighbor, Aomine-kun." She turned to the starved boy beside her. "Aomine-kun, meet Kagami-kun. We're classmates."

Aomine swallowed the last bite sixth burger, and was about to begin his seventh when Tetsuki introduced him to the redhead in front of them. The tanned boy looked him up and down, and scoffed. A vein on Kagami's head pulsed at the insult.

"Got a problem punk?"

Aomine pretended to be interested with something happening outside the window. "Nope~"

Kagami felt his control snap. "Alright kid, you asked for it!" The tiger was about crush Aomine's skull, until a crumpled burger wrapper was chucked at him.

The silent of the three set down her milkshake. "Kagami-kun."

"W-What?"

"If you hurt Aomine-kun, I will not hesitate to Ingite Pass you in the stomach." Tetsuki threatened the tiger, her glare causing shivers to run down his back. Kagami reluctantly nodded his head, giving her his word. The word reluctant was stressed greatly by the teen with split eyebrows, as he restrain himself from knocking out the daylights out of Aomine when he smirked deviously at him.

The doorbell rang one day at the Kuroko residence, and at their doorway stood Akashi Shiroi and little Seijuro. Sorano was overly excited with their visit, and brought the pair to the living room. "It's been forever since I last saw you Shio-chan!" She hugged her friend, and gasped when she spotted the seven year-old Akashi. "Oh my goodness! Look how you've grown Sei-chan! Tetsuki will happy to see you! She's upstairs if you'd like to see her."

Little Akashi nodded at the information and went to the direction of the staircase. He climbed up the stairs until he reached the familiar door. Akashi stood on the tips of his toes, reached up to the door handle, and pulled down. The door opened to reveal Tetsuki laying on her bed reading a new novel, but paused when she saw who had entered her room. She smiled fondly at the face as she spoke. "It's been a while, Akashi-kun."

Akashi smiled back, and raced to hug the teen on the bed which was returned in mutual affection. "I missed you Tsuki-Tsuki!" he exclaimed as he snuggled into embrace. It had been about two years since they last saw each other, and Akashi wanted savor the moment for as long as he can.

Tetsuki smiled at the now more taller redhead. She hated to admit it, but she knew Akashi would eventually become taller than her. Untangling her arms from their hug, the bluenette sat up and asked, "How's everything?"

The little Akashi pouted at the loss of warmth, but sat up with her anyway. "It's been good," he answered. "I have a lot of homework though."

She frowned at that, now wishing she hadn't asked. It always slipped Tetsuki's mind that Akashi would one day become a successor of his father's company, the reason he had started his studies earlier than any student she's met. But to her, he'd always be the little innocent Seijuro she met in that crib. Shaking her head, she smiled at the seven year-old. "At least you're working hard," Tetsuki said. She wished she could say more on the subject, but what could she say? Tetsuki couldn't exactly tell him to give up being a successor. That would only make matters worse. All she could do is pray that his father won't be too hard on him.

While she thought to herself, she didn't notice Akashi had been searching around her room. From her text books, to her novels, and even her closet. The teenager tilted her head. "What are you doing, Akashi-kun?"

"Observing," replied the redhead. Finding something rather round, he picked up the object with mild interest. It was light, like a feather, but built with a strong texture of some sort. Akashi held and twisted the object in every direction only to find it completely symmetrical. It nerved him to no end to figure out what exactly the object was.

"Tsuki-Tsuki?"

"Hm?"

"What's this?" Akashi held up the sphere to emphasize his point. Tetsuki gave a tiny smirk when she saw the object, and came off the bed to sit on floor in front of the seven year-old.

"This..." she began, taking the sphere from his hands. Akashi watched in amazement when Tetsuki twirled the object with just one finger. "... is a basketball."

"Basketball?" Akashi repeated. So that's what it's called! He always see people at the park playing with this 'basketball' and passing it to the other players to make the hoop. They would always look so happy when a team would win, and at some point, he wanted to know how it felt too. "Can I play..?" he asked timidly.

Tetsuki made a thinking pose to ponder at Akashi's request, then stood from her seat. She made her way to the door and turned back at the dazed redhead. "Are you coming with me or not?" Akashi gasped in excitement, and hurried passed her, already going down the stairs before she could. Tetsuki couldn't help the smile that tugged on her lips. This could be good, she thought. This was what Akashi needed: freedom. Akashi would be buried in books and business papers for the rest of his life, but if he could have some sort of drive—like basketball—maybe his life wouldn't be so hard.

Famous last words.

Graduation came soon enough, and the time came for them to say their goodbyes to high school. It had gone by so quickly for her. Tetsuki hoped she the day wouldn't come when she'd have to say goodbye to the team she loved very much. Suddenly, a hand came down on her head, patting her hair. A gesture she knew very well.

"Kagami-kun?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to miss this place."

"I know," he sighed. "At least we're going to the same college."

Tetsuki smiled at that. "Yeah."

Kagami and Tetsuki had made plans to become roommates in an apartment they found close to their college. Already at the age of nineteen, Tetsuki was packing up to leave her childhood home. Her mother and father were reluctant on the idea of their only child leaving home, insisting she could stay home and they'd help her on transportation finances. But in their hearts they knew she had to leave, and have the chance to be on her own.

She was moving out the last of her boxes into the moving truck when a sudden sound of a basketball was dropped. Tetsuki looked for the source, and the sight almost broke her heart.

Aomine, who had been coming back from play basketball at the park, dropped all his belongings at the sight of the bluenette packing up to leave. Instantly, he ran to her and hugged her tightly by the waist. He had grown nicely, Tetsuki lamented to herself. The tanned boy, now nine years of age, had grown to be almost at the height of her shoulder while she stood five-foot-one. Her mind was in a daze as she couldn't find the words to say. How was one supposed to tell your childhood friend that you're leaving him behind? Aomine said nothing, only continued to bury his face her shoulder, crushing her into her strong embrace. "Aomine-kun..."

"You have to stay! I won't let you leave! I won't! You'll make Satsuki sad! A-And I won't forgive you if you do!" Aomine shouted into the fabric of her sweater. His voice cracking from the sobs he began to create. Tetsuki could feel her sweater starting to become wet from his tears. "You can't leave..."

Tetsuki placed a gentle hand on his shoulder to stop his shaking. "I have to go, Aomine-kun. You know that." She began to pet his dark blue hair, soothing him just like when he was little. "I'd still come and visit, and when you I do, you'll be here right?"

Aomine pulled away, tears and snots running down all over his face. He sniffled, "Yeah..."

She held out her fist, awaiting for his in return. "Promise?"

The tanned skin boy wiped away her tears, and gave her his best toothy smile. "Promise," he repeated as he and his precious Tetsu bumped fists for the last time.

Tetsuki stayed seated while others left the building. The room filled with shuffling footsteps until the sound of a door closing resided. She looked on, watching the young child standing all alone. Waiting for a couple of minutes more she, too, stood for her seat to go up to the child. He made no sound, no movement whatsoever to her presence. Then again, not many people did.

For a few minutes the two said nothing. She made sure to keep her gaze up, away from the child. Tetsuki just couldn't bring herself to see another face of a crying child. The silence went on and the young woman said nothing as her middle was hugged by the person beside her, but didn't wait a second before wrapping her arms around the crying boy. He sniffled, though it was obvious to her that the child was trying to keep his tears at bay. "Tsuki-Tsuki..."

Said woman looked solemnly down at the boy, his face buried into her chest. "I know," was all she said. A pale hand wove through his soft locks while another rubbed his back gently. It was all Tetsuki could offer, but at least it's what she would've done.

"I miss her," he said. "I miss her so much."

She nodded. "I know." Her eyes glistened with tears, threatening to fall as she looked at the body laying beside them. In all her twenty-one years of living did she never feel so helpless. For all she could do is hug this child whose tears would never dry. Tetsuki knew, deep in her heart... No amount of comfort could ever make up for the loss of a mother.

"I'll miss her too, Akashi-kun."

"Hey Kuroko, can you go get the mail? I keep forgetting every time I come back up."

The bluenette sighed. "Maybe we should take you to see a doctor, Kagami-kun. It seems you have Alzheimer at such a young age." Ignoring his outraged cursing, Tetsuki set down the last plate into the dishwasher before heading out the door.

On her way down the elevator she noticed a huge truck outside once the doors opened. A couple of workers walked pass her when she got to the mailboxes. "Must have new people moving in," Tetsuki guessed. Turning to go back upstairs, a sudden squeak sounded from her foot. Looking down she was greeted with what looked like a stuffed bunny. The bluenette raised a delicate brow, and reached down to pick up the item. She noticed a string in the bunny's back, most likely put to play a song when pulled. Tetsuki looked at the movers, wondering if there was a child who had dropped the animal but found none. Shrugging, the twenty-two year old brought the stuffed animal back with her upstairs.

Upon reaching her and Kagami's floor, did she remember they had an unoccupied room right next to theirs. Adding on to that, Tetsuki realized the movers were conveniently unloading boxes into that very room. "Looks like we have new neighbors," the bluenette said to herself. As she tried to balance her things between the mail, keys, and the suspicious bunny, somehow the string from the toy's back got caught in her keys and fell from her grasp. The bunny didn't reach the floor however, as it hung tangled in her keys and started to play a music box-like tune.

"Usagi!"

Tetsuki turned to the shout, one emitted from a young boy. The boy seemed to have his hands full holding a box of papers that seemed like it was on the verge of spilling. He had black framed glasses that covered over his long eyelashes. And right then and there, she knew, Tetsuki was cursed with shortness for eternity. Boys seemed to be growing very tall these days, she concluded. But what really intrigued her, was the boy's odd of speaking. What did "nanodayo" mean?

Figuring she had spent long enough staring that the boy, she untangled the bunny's string from her keys, and held out the stuffed animal for him to take. "Is this yours?" Tetsuki asked. She didn't know what she had said or done, but she somehow caused the peculiarly green-haired boy to blush furiously.

"Y-Yeah," the boy admitted. As he tried to balance the heavy box with one hand while the other stretched out to grab his procession, a notebook had slipped off along with some loose papers. Tetsuki dismissed the boys mumbling cursing, and took the liberty to help the poor boy out. Picking up the notebook and fallen papers, she noticed the papers were graded tests.

The bluenette rose up to full height, and bluntly stated, "History is not your strong point."

Instantly, the boy blew a fuse. "T-That's none of your business!" he yelled. "And for y-your information it's my teacher, not me! I would understand better if my teacher would actually teach..."

Tetsuki felt herself inwardly smile. This was her first time meeting a person like this. Is this was a real life tsundere was like? She placed his school work back in the box, and looked up at the green haired boy with her usual deadpanned expression. "I could tutor you if you like," she offered.

"I don't need a t-tutor!"

Lifting the stuffed animal to cover her face, she acted as the voice for the bunny whilst using her fingers to move its arms. "I'm worried about you," she imitated, waving the little bunny arms around. "Let her be your history tutor, I don't want you to fail. Please!" Despite her playful act, it was hard to be convincing when she spoke with her infamous monotone voice.

The green haired boy was blushing to point his head had turned into a ripe tomato. "You would need my parents permission first," he gave in. "And not that it m-matters or anything, my name is Midorima. Midorima Shintaro."

...

After Midorima had been granted permission, Tetsuki had become his personal tutor. Their sessions would be held at either his or her apartment, usually at nighttime. Tetsuki's opted to take afternoon classes at her college while she tutored Midorima in the night. It was convenient with both parties since Midorima's parents would work late. In a sense, the impassive bluenette served as a babysitter.

During one of their lessons, Midorima had been working on a practice quiz Tetsuki had made for him when all of a sudden, an abrupt sneeze sounded from the greenett.

Tetsuki handed a box of tissues to the twelve year-old. "I hope you aren't getting a cold Midorima-kun."

He sniffed, blowing into the offered tissue. "As if I can catch a cold," he said conceitedly. "Besides, only idiots get sick—ACHOO!" The winter season seemed to be getting to Midorima, surprisingly in the month of February. Then again, the winter cold lingered in Japan.

"Is that so..." The quiet tutor hummed, unconvinced. Slipping out of the kotatsu she and Kagami had still set up, Tetsuki made her way to the front door. "Finish your problems," was all she said before stepping out of the apartment. Midorima was dumbfounded, and could all but watch as the bluenette left him in his misery.

Half an hour later, Tetsuki returned with a single grocery bag in hand. Just as she predicted, she founded the Midorima curled up sleeping under the sheets of the kotatsu. Kneeling down beside the boy, she gentle place her palm to his slightly sweaty forehead. Sighing, Tetsuki carefully removed the glasses off the sleeping student. She brushed some of his long strands of hair away from his closed eyes, and couldn't help but give the tiniest of smirks.

"And you said only idiots get sick," she told to the fever induced boy. "Baka."

...

Midorima awoke to a pillow under his head and vision blurred. He blinked repeatedly until he remembered where he was. He tilted his head to the doorway and saw that Tetsuki had returned from her trip, but for some odd reason, he couldn't find the will to move from his spot. That's when the greenett heard a metal clank of a pot coming from the kitchen. Midorima tried to raise his head to see who had caused the sound, but stopped short when all his blood rushed to his head at the movement. He began to have coughing fit right after.

"Please don't exert yourself," a feminine yet inexpressive tone voiced. Midorima watched tiny sized feet travel from the kitchen to where he was until the person knelt down. Green eyes followed up the body until he came to the face of his tutor.

"Kuroko..."

Tetsuki hushed the boy, setting down the tray she prepared down on the table. She slid a hand under his back, and helped lift him into a sitting position where he came face to face with a tray of food. "You have a high fever," she informed him. "I have prepared you something to eat so you can take medicine once you've eaten." Midorima stared at the bowl of soup in front of him, the odd color mesmerizing him. "Please forgive me. That is all the convenience store had, but I ask that you endure it for your sake."

All the boy could do is listen to Tetsuki ramble monotonously while he began to arrange his thoughts. All the times when he had gotten a sick, he was all alone. He'd wait for his parents to return from work at night, but in the end would decide not to tell them if something ailed him. Being the person he was, Midorima had become someone who didn't want to others to worry and opted to endure his problems alone. But here he was, with someone he had met by pure luck. Someone who took the time to care for him. Someone he had come to...

Remembering her request, Midorima nodded weakly. He scooped up a spoonful of the red bean soup, and brought it to his lips. Gulping down the new taste, Midorima knew at that moment, his life would change forever.

...

Two years seemed to fly by as Tetsuki found herself attending Midorima's graduation, courteously invited by his parents as thanks for helping their son pass history. She stood a distance away from the crowd of junior high graduates and stayed under the campus cherry blossoms instead. For now, she observed. Tetsuki watched parents pat their children's backs proudly. Teachers conversing, maybe talking about the next school year to come. And friends cry and cheer with their classmates, already looking forward to their upcoming high school year. It reminded her when she was once that student—reminded her of the memories she had made with the friends she had met. How they shaped her into the woman she was now. School had its ups and downs, but Tetsuki knew she wouldn't be where she was without it. In that moment, it all became clear.

"You're lucky you have a low presence. Otherwise people would think your a stalker."

The twenty-four year old gave a small smile. "It would seem so. If I were one, I would be stalking this very tall, angry teenager who wishes to marry Oha-Asa."

Sputtering was heard and the sound amused her greatly. "It looks like I'm out of a job," Tetsuki said to herself more than to her company.

"I-It's not like being m-my tutor was the only job available," the tsundere spoke with a obvious blush on his cheeks. "There are more options that would suit y-you well."

She turned to Midorima, giving him one of her secretive smiles. Something he had yet to uncover throughout the years of knowing her. "I suppose there are."

"Hello, this is the principal of Teiko High School regarding your application. Congratulations, Kuroko-san. You are officially a homeroom teacher at Teiko High School. As for your other profession, please continue to bring us to everlasting victory. See you on the first day, Kuroko-sensei."