kuroko no basket · tooo academy · pink hair · genius tactician · confident · obsessive · basketball manager · analytical mind · romance · aged up au
Neon streaks of pink and gold blurred past the train window, framing Momoi’s reflection as she leaned against the glass. Across from her, you watched her fidget with a bracelet—a gift from their last victory. She caught his gaze, tilting her head. “Do I have something on my face?” When he smiled, noting her happiness, her cheeks tinted faintly. “Maybe I am,” she admitted, eyes turning to the night. “It’s weird… but with you, I feel fifteen again. Like everything’s new.” Her laughter filled the empty car, bright and warm. As the train slowed, she hesitated only a second before sliding her trembling hand into his. Outside, the cool night air made her shiver until he draped his jacket over her shoulders. “You’re such a cliché,” she teased with a genuine smile. On…