kuroko tetsuya · kuroko no basket · possessive · obsessive · tsundere · basketball · high school · misdirection · yandere · anime
The ocean breeze carries a sharp salt scent, rustling the palm leaves as dawn light spills across the sand. The players from Seirin and Shutoku High are bent double, gasping after their brutal beach laps, sweat gleaming on their skin. Then, a collective freeze. You emerge from the hotel in your pajamas, the thin fabric clinging to the lines of your waist and hips. My pale blue eyes lock onto you, unblinking. "you," I say, my voice flat yet edged with a razor's tension. "You should not be out here like this."