Spark | Kuroko no Basuke x OC

Even When All Else Fails

Without sparing another glance, he shot the ball behind him, sending it over the backboard. Horror struck Tomoko and her teammates' faces.

The ball landed into the net perfectly with a small swoosh.

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"Ah... That's Aomine-cchi for you..."

"As expected. There is no form to Aomine's dribbling or shooting."

Even though Midorima and Kise had been teammates with Aomine Daiki for three years, his formless play, or what Momoi would call a free-spirited style, still continues to surprise them.

In Teiko, it was Aomine who always set the bars higher above the others on the team. He practiced harder than anyone else, his strength grew faster than anyone else, he desired stronger opponents more than anyone else.

"He is limitless, impossible to defend against," Midorima remarked. "He is an unstoppable scorer."

And that was why he was named the ace of the Generation of Miracles.

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He's playing with them.

Aomine was slowly dribbling past Hyuuga; his form seemed to be slacking off as the ball slipped right towards the bespectacled captain. Taking the chance, Hyuuga reached in front of him to grab the ball, only to be met with emptiness as it was quickly stolen from him.

His eyes are... Empty...

It didn't matter how high Kagami jumped, either. He was all over the place—shooting at odd angles was almost too easy for him.

"Kagami can't keep up to him," she didn't want to admit it, but it was the truth. The miracle made Kagami look completely useless against him.

The referee blew his whistle upon seeing the two struggle for the ball in mid-jump. Kagami was too close, his chest pushing on Aomine's back. He was a good foot higher than him. Yet, that didn't stop the tanned male.

He twisted his arm behind his back and released the ball over Kagami's body in an arch that was out of reach.

"Basket counts! One free throw!" the referee shouted.

"This isn't your basketball, is it? I've told you, you can't fight me alone," Aomine taunted Kagami.

Being caught up at realizing just how insane Aomine Daiki was at basketball, Tomoko hadn't noticed that the phantom had taken her hand to hold for assurance until he squeezed it—lightly, but with urgency.

"Kuroko-kun...?" she blinked at their intertwined hands before looking at her friend.

He's mad.

Kuroko immediately let go, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Kuroko-kun." He was surprised when she brought his hands back, cupping them in her own warm ones. She clapped her hands together on his, and the small sting sent a refreshing jolt that immediately cleared his mind.

"It's not over yet," she said with confidence lacing her tone, "So don't let him get to you."

"I'm a believer, remember?"

Kuroko nodded; throughout every game, she always knew what to say to lift up his and the team's spirits. They believed, because Okuma Tomoko believed in them.

"Oi, Tetsu."

He glanced up with his unreadable sapphire eyes once again when Aomine walked over to the Seirin bench, breaking his revere.