Kuroko no Basket x Reader One Shots

Takao x Deaf! Reader

I smiled up at my new high school, Shutoku, admiring the building that I would go to for the next three years. My mom squeezed my shoulder and I looked at her. She smiled back at me. "Ready?" She signed with a quick hand.

"Ready," I confirmed, repeating the sign confidently, and we walked into the building.

It was still early and the bell wasn't even going to ring for half an hour, so there were barely any students around. I felt a fizz of excitement as my mom led me towards the office. Everything about the school felt warm and cozy. When it came to it in middle school, I chose Shutoku as my high school and passed the entrance exams easily. My grades were fair enough that the administrators were willing to still accept me as a student despite my deafness, and they hired an interpreter for me who we were meeting with before classes started.

My mom walked up to the secretary's desk and they spoke for a few moments before she tapped my wrist to follow her through the door on the right, which I assumed was the principal's office.

The principal greeted us warmly and I was introduced to him and my interpreter. We went over some basic things like my class schedule and stuff and then it was time for us to start heading to class. My mom said goodbye to me and my interpreter led me to my first class.

When we got to the classroom, I looked around to take in the sight for a moment before I sat down at one of the desks in the front row. My interpreter went around to make sure the room was bright enough, putting up the blinds that covered the large windows and letting the sunlight in.

Students were starting to come in now and take their own seats. I watched as everyone milled around, their mouths moving in animated discussions that I wasn't interested in lip-reading, so I didn't bother focusing my energy on it. My interpreter took a spare seat from the back of the classroom and set it against the wall at the front so he was sitting facing me.

My first period teacher came in just a few minutes later. Introductions were quick, my interpreter signing my teacher's name and then jumped right into the lesson after he signed to me that she was explaining who he was to the rest of the class.

The morning classes went by with a rush and in no time, it was time for lunch. My interpreter waved goodbye to me, promising that he would be back for the rest of my afternoon classes. I smiled and nodded, flashing him a quick 'see you later' with my fingers.

I had just finished packing up when a tall boy with green hair and glasses approached me. I looked at him curiously, my eyes flickering to his lips to lip-read what he was going to say, but instead, he surprised me by raising his hands up to his chest and signing. "Hello, my name is Midorima Shintaro."

I looked at him quizzically. "You know sign language?" I signed back, my signs small and slow in disbelief. It was really rare for another person in my year, much less my class to know sign language that wasn't just cursing. He didn't have an interpreter so he wasn't deaf like me. "Are you Hard of Hearing?" I guessed.

He shook his head. "My grandmother is deaf. I learned sign for her," he explained. His signs were fluid and quick, so he must have been signing for a few years.

My surprise faded and I smiled at him. "Nice to meet you Midorima. I'm (L/n) (F/n)."

He nodded to acknowledge my greeting. Feeling a bit braver, I asked, "Want to eat lunch together?"

"Fine," he signed dismissively. "But not that I care. I'm only talking to you because I don't want you to feel alone."

I found myself smiling. Midorima was strange but he seemed like a good person.

Once we got to the cafeteria and found a place to eat, Midorima stopped and looked over at me, waiting for something. He gestured at the table. "You sit first."