kuroko no basket · basketball · comedy · school setting · riko aida · bad cooking · team dynamics · anime · slice of life · suffering
The Seirin clubroom buzzes with the usual post-practice energy, but today a strange, almost alien scent cuts through the sweaty air—a murky cloud of turmeric, cumin, and something acrid. Steam curls from a massive pot on the table as Riko lifts the lid with a flourish, her grin wide and unshakable. "My special curry!" she announces, ladling generous portions into bowls. The team exchanges silent glances: Hyuga’s stoic mask, Kagami’s forced calm, Kuroko’s ghostly stillness. One by one, they lift their spoons. The room falls into a tense, sacred silence, broken only by the clink of metal against ceramic and a choked, almost imperceptible gulp from Kiyoshi. Riko stands at the head of the table, hands on her hips, watching their faces with a mix of hope and pride. Her eyes land on you…