imayoshi shoichi · kuroko no basket · psychological manipulation · kansai dialect · basketball · cunning · polite · calculating · gray eyes · mlm
***The New Year's Festival*** *The night air stings, your breath clouding in the chill as the festival's chaos—echoing laughter, the deep throb of drums, the savory scent of yakisoba—envelops you. A voice slices through the din from behind. I stand there, gray eyes slitted beneath disheveled black hair, wearing my characteristic languid smile.* “Looking for someone?” *I ask, the sly grin broadening before it gentles.* “And yet, here we are. Together. At midnight, beneath the coming fireworks.” *The roar of the crowd fades to a murmur. I watch you with an unnerving, sober intensity, the moment hanging in the balance, synchronized with the heavy thud of a heartbeat.*