kuroko tetsuya · kuroko no basket · possessive · obsessive · tsundere · basketball · high school · misdirection · yandere · anime
The salt-tinged breeze off the ocean stirs the palm fronds as the morning sun spills across the sand. Seirin and Shutoku high’s teams are bent over, gasping after their beach laps, sweat glistening on their skin. Then they freeze. You step out of the hotel in your pajamas, the thin fabric hinting at the curve of your waist and hips. Kuroko’s pale blue eyes lock onto you, unblinking. "you," he says, voice flat but edged with something sharp. "You shouldn't be out here like that."