KNB Oneshots

He can't help it (IzukixReader)

(A/N) By far, Izuki is the hardest character to write about.

Sighhhhh, I'm so sorry if you guys don't like this, and I hope the puns are easy to understand, andddd I also hope there are no mistakess.

So freaking hard I swear T^T I guess he's ooc, I don't even know his character in the first place, I'm so sorryyy, but I killed his character, and of course the puns Izuki makes are different from this but I hope you enjoy them XDDD

Credits to the owners of the puns~

*bows*

I hope you guys enjoy this though Y~Y

I do not own Kuroko no Basuke , © Fujimaki Tadatoshi.

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I sighed, looking at the clock.

'It's almost time for him to arrive.'

Due to my marks dropping rapidly during midterms, my mum pleaded my childhood friend, Izuki Shun, to tutor me.

It's not like I was against it, he was quite smart, and I'm sure he's a good tutor. However he had a little problem, which could prove to be distracting. If he could just keep it in check, he'd be perfect!

I sighed again, before I heard the door to my room click open.

"Yo~~" Izuki greeted as he came in, holding his little notebook that he took with him where ever he went, as if  him and the notebook were inseperable.

I nodded as I straightened myself up.

He sat down in front of me, and examined the books I had laid out on the table. "What subject are you particularly weak in?"

"Um, most probably math? I think..." I answered, not quite sure what I understand from what I don't.

"Then let me sum it up for you." He said naturally before coming to a realization. "Ah! That was actually quite a good pun!" He grabbed his notebook and immeditely started writing down his so called "pun".

I pretended not to hear him make that lame pun, and continued to stare at him until he began tutoring me for real.

(( Ten minutes later ))

Izuki managed to actually explain some points to me in math.

By now, I was solving the exercises he'd asked me to solve. I was solving so fast that the tip of my pencil broke, but I didn't bother sharpening it.

"You know..." He began. "Writing with a broken pencil is pointless." His eyes gleamed, as if he was proud of yet another lame pun he made, I stared at him blandly before continuing to solve.

'I'm near my limit, I'll probably snap out in laughter any moment now, they're such lame puns yet so funny!'

"How cold of you, [Name], you always laugh at my puns.." He stared. "Do you have a fever?" He asked, grabbing my head closer to his, our foreheads touching.

My eyes widened from surprise. 

"Eh, guess not." He pulled away. "[Name], your face is quite red, you sure you don't have a fever?" He looked concerned.

'It's normal for someone's face to go red if their crush does that out of the blue!'

"I-I don't..." I mumbled before quickly trying to change the subject. "This part.." I slammed the book on the table, pointing at one of the examples. "I don't understand it at all, it's all decimals. I hate decimals."