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Kiyoshi x Reader (injured) : I Can Handle Myself

Writer’s note: This is a one shot that got away from me This will either be in 2 or 3 parts. Kept with cute and goofy Kiyoshi <3. I have played, and loved basketball for a very long time so there will be a lot of game talk. Let me know if I focus too much on it, or if you need me to explain anything . (or misspellings)
Please enjoy!!
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You got to the court early, before the rest of the team like you always do. You opened your gym bag, revealing a bright [f.c] knee brace. It was the brace given to you by the doctors after surgery so you could be somewhat active. It acted to keep your knee in place, during sports. At this point they told you not enough time had passed, but you’d never tell anyone that. Something was better than nothing when it came to your playing time.
The team came in, and practice began with Hyuga calling everyone to start the three man weave. The door swung open causing everyone to freeze, and see a tall brunette boy, who was sporting the Seirin #7 jersey. Everyone started cheering, and freaking out at him, especially Hyuga.
‘Wow coach wasn’t kidding, he actually came.’ You thought about the boy, who was no stranger. He was Kiyoshi Teppei, one of the uncrowned kings. A point guard turned master center with the power to back his golden heart. You also knew how he was forced to sit last season, due to injury.
The fangirl in you was screaming <3 .
He moved around the room introducing himself until he reached you. You opened your mouth to greet him when Riko’s arm swung around you, startling you. “And this is [l.n] [y.n],” coach leaned forward for emphasis, “she is our incognito center and defensive ace.
You sighed, “I guess we’re not even pretending I’m a guy anymore, are we coach?” You turned to the tall boy shinning a smile at him. “Hello, Kiyoshi-senpai. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Oh, I see. It’s lovely to meet you [y.n]. He said shaking your hand firmly. You were standing slightly behind Mitobe, just trying to keep your brace hidden. It didn’t seem to help when you noticed Kiyoshi’s eye flash down to look at it. ‘Oh hell no, I’m not letting this become an issue.’ You had to think quickly, or you’d have another person babying you.
“Hey my eyes are up here.” You joked point to yout [e.c] orbs, earning a deep chuckle from Kiyoshi. Feeling a dust of pink brush your cheeks, you were thankful that Furihata interrupted.
“So what’s wrong with you two, why are most of our centers injured, is that normal?”
Okay maybe you weren’t that relieved, you started glaring at him not sure whether to laugh or hit him. Kiyoshi moved his hand to the back of his neck, not saying a word. Curious you refocused your [e.c] eyes on Kiyoshi. ‘hmm he looks nervous, or maybe he’s shy to answer. I guess I should help him. I doubt Mitobe will speak up.’ You smiled to yourself.
Kiyoshi noticed you were staring at him, he gave you a wink with his stunning brown eyes bringing you back to earth. Your eyes widened, and you felt your face heat up. Tilting your head forward you managed to cover your face with your [h.c] bangs. “Centers and posts technically run the entire court with every turnover, to position themselves properly at least.” Pausing you look at your teammates, they were all listening intently. Feeling a little pressure you crossed your arms uncomfortably before continuing. “Their legs are put to the test, as they are in charge of boxing out, keeping the key clear, and rebounds. Finally, when it comes to marking players we get to cover the monsters under the hoop pushing, and elbowing until there’s victor.” There was a crushing silence, no one knew what to say, until a booming laugh returned.
“haha yep, that sums it up.” He snickered, “a little dramatic, but that’s it!”
“That’s not to say there no contact or trouble with other positions.” You blurted out hoping not to offend anyone, a nervous sweat shooting from your red face.
“Hey [y.n] you need to calm down. You might catch fire!” Hyuga teased, drawing more unwanted attention to your rosy cheeks. Suddenly a hand plopped on your head caused you to squeak. Teppai began ruffling you [h.c] mess of hair. “Oi, she probably won’t catch fire, but she may pass out.” Everyone laughed, Kiyoshi had a way of missing jokes, but you didn’t noticed. You were distracted by his enormous hand that was still resting on your head. ‘Their almost as big as Murasakibara!’
“Okay enough jokes let’s have a fun practice.”
Today was a long practice. Which was your favourite, because coach couldn’t keep an eye on you for the full two hours. Allowing you to push yourself more.
Practice ended with a scrimmage, first years versus second years. It was always fun to play with Kagami when he wasn’t obsessing over your old team, the generation of miracles. Running with Kuroko was a refresher for when you were on the top of your game. When you were practices away from the Teiko’s starting lineup.
(no more reminiscing) You were subbed out by Fukuda, and took your place on the bench, resting your head on the bleachers behind you. You sat for two shifts, you kept tying and retying your [f.c] sneakers to busy yourself. “Hey coach, am I getting subbed in toooday?” Your whinny question didn’t bother coach.
She answered, “not yet, soon I promise.” Never turning from the court.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Jump a couple restless minutes <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
You finally subbed in, this time for Kagami, who was not too happy about it. He trudged off the court towards you, completely ignoring your high five. “Oi, it’s just a few minutes no need to pout.” You laughed, shaking your hand. Finally understanding he raised his arm half-heartedly.
*clap*
“Close enough,” you giggle. Kagami had fist bumped your opened hand, and for the dozenth time laughter filled the gym. He jerked his arm back hoping to recover, but Izuki had already raised his hand to say something punning, so Kagami bowed his head in defeat. Sadly Izuki never got the chance.
“if you wish to see tomorrow you will hold your tongue.” Sometimes Hyuga is no fun, but practice continued, Izuki included, and a pattern emerged.
You were never on the court against Kiyoshi. You played Mitobe, Izuki and now Hyuga with him always on the bench Shuffling to defend Hyuga your gazed past over the second year’s bench, and you noticed Kiyoshi focusing on something in your direction. Chalking it up as nothing you moved your [e.c] eyes back in time to see the back of your captains shirt. ‘Shit when did he get faster at that fake.’ You chased after him.
It took a while but you were convinced the returning player was staring at your knee.
After practice ended everyone was dripping with sweat. They all disappeared into the locker room to change, or maybe to pass out. You slumped down on the bleachers to undo the velcro on your brace. Reaching for your lower strap a chunk of you [h.c] hair curtained your eyes. The bleachers suddenly shook under you causing your eyebrows to slam into your hairline.
“What was your injury?” a voiced questioned, turning you head slightly, you recognized Kiyoshi’s sneakers. Instead of changing with the team he was sitting behind you in the bleachers glistening with sweat.
‘I don’t really know him,’ you thought to yourself breathing deeply, catching the air that was scared out of you. ‘I guess I have nothing to hide.’
Keeping your eyes straight, “Damaged ACL,” your voice was even.
“did you get surgery? Is that what the scars are from.”
“…” you hum absentmindedly tracing your figures over the deep red groves in your leg.
“Do you have doctor’s clearance?” he pushed, and your jaw stiffened.
“It’s been four months since the surgery… so no I haven’t been cleared quite yet.” Kiyoshi’s eyes never left your back. “Then what are you doing back in the court?” Teppei cursed himself for the harshness in his tone. The heat spiked in your blood, you whipped around to face him.
“What the hell are you saying! I’ve earned my place on the court.” You hissed.
“Oh, that’s not what I meant. I’m saying you shouldn’t push yourself so early, it will only hurt you in the end.” His voice was flat and serious
“If I don’t push myself… no one will,” You mumbled the last part.
“You’ve created a reputation. One that your opponents deserve to face at full strength. Besides [y.n] you shouldn’t risk your future for a couple practices. The team will understand. They supported me last season so I would get a chance to play at full strength this year with them … and I don’t want your decision to hurt you.”
Leaning closer, your [e.c] eyes shot through his brown ones. “I’m. Fine. With the brace I’m reliable. I can handle my post, and I won’t be a hindrance on the team!” You basically yelled in his face, but you might have been trying to convince yourself. Turning away you grabbed your bag and stormed past coach.
Riko watched you close the door behind you. “So Teppei, what did you see?”
“She’s determined.”
“That may be so, but to me her numbers are still really weak.”
“I don’t know she’s starting to sell me on it.” A grin grew on his face, “haha she wants it enough, but I need to see if her body can keep up.”
“You know you could just say you don’t know yet, you know.” She rolled her eyes.
“hah I guess I could have. Well it won’t be hard to tell if she keeps forgetting this.” He laughed in response.
********************** Oh Shit Where did you go? To the outside world!!*********************
On your stomp walk home, you finally managed to calm down, and stopped at the outdoor court. ‘He has a good point,’ you started to think, ‘his hearts in the right place… urh I don’t know.’ Throwing your bag on the ground you reached for your brace.
…
Your heart sank to your feet. ‘Where is it?’ You move you’re your hand frantically in the bag, praying there was some secret pocket to find.
“shit, SHIT if I lost it my parents are going to kill me!” your panic was disturbed by a familiar voice.
“Oi, [y.n], is that you?” a yell from behind the fence.
“Not now Kiyoshi, not the time,” you grumbled.
“Hey [y.n] did you hear me?” He asked walking closer, your eyes refusing to meet his, since they were too focused on dumping your homework.
“Not now!” You stood taking a stride to run pass him, “I need to get back to the gym before they lock it up.”
Teppei side stepped, blocking you. “Whoa, slow down. Why so jumpy?” even as one of Seirin’s taller players you were only eye level with Kiyoshi’s collarbone. You had stopped short of slamming into him.
Uncomfortable with how close you were standing to him you jumped back before looking up at him.
“I er… forgot my brace.” Your voice was sad, “I really can’t lose it.”
“Well then. I’m happy that I followed you!” the pride in his voice confused you.
‘mkay, little creepy,’ raising an eyebrow you asked, “can I ask why.”
Oblivious to his odd comment he didn’t miss a beat. “This.” Kiyoshi held up your brace, and a smile finally found your face.
“Thank you Kiyoshi-senpai! You’re a life saviour. Hmm now don’t take this as a complaint, but you could have texted me.
He paused, tilting his head, “huh, I guess I could have.”
‘of course he’d miss the easier option than chasing me down.’ Giggling you said, “Thanks, I do appreciate it.” He ignored you, and walked past you.
“That’s not the only reason I came.” He stopped at the ball you left on the bench. Picking it up he shifted it testing the weight. “I understand why you don’t want to answer my questions, so why don’t I earn them in a game of one on one?”

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Kiyoshi x Reader (injured) : I Can Handle Myself

Writer’s note: This is a one shot that got away from me This will either be in 2 or 3 parts. Kept with cute and goofy Kiyoshi <3. I have played, and loved basketball for a very long time so there will be a lot of game talk. Let me know if I focus too much on it, or if you need me to explain anything . (or misspellings)
Please enjoy!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You got to the court early, before the rest of the team like you always do. You opened your gym bag, revealing a bright [f.c] knee brace. It was the brace given to you by the doctors after surgery so you could be somewhat active. It acted to keep your knee in place, during sports. At this point they told you not enough time had passed, but you’d never tell anyone that. Something was better than nothing when it came to your playing time.
The team came in, and practice began with Hyuga calling everyone to start the three man weave. The door swung open causing everyone to freeze, and see a tall brunette boy, who was sporting the Seirin #7 jersey. Everyone started cheering, and freaking out at him, especially Hyuga.
‘Wow coach wasn’t kidding, he actually came.’ You thought about the boy, who was no stranger. He was Kiyoshi Teppei, one of the uncrowned kings. A point guard turned master center with the power to back his golden heart. You also knew how he was forced to sit last season, due to injury.
The fangirl in you was screaming <3 .
He moved around the room introducing himself until he reached you. You opened your mouth to greet him when Riko’s arm swung around you, startling you. “And this is [l.n] [y.n],” coach leaned forward for emphasis, “she is our incognito center and defensive ace.
You sighed, “I guess we’re not even pretending I’m a guy anymore, are we coach?” You turned to the tall boy shinning a smile at him. “Hello, Kiyoshi-senpai. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Oh, I see. It’s lovely to meet you [y.n]. He said shaking your hand firmly. You were standing slightly behind Mitobe, just trying to keep your brace hidden. It didn’t seem to help when you noticed Kiyoshi’s eye flash down to look at it. ‘Oh hell no, I’m not letting this become an issue.’ You had to think quickly, or you’d have another person babying you.
“Hey my eyes are up here.” You joked point to yout [e.c] orbs, earning a deep chuckle from Kiyoshi. Feeling a dust of pink brush your cheeks, you were thankful that Furihata interrupted.
“So what’s wrong with you two, why are most of our centers injured, is that normal?”
Okay maybe you weren’t that relieved, you started glaring at him not sure whether to laugh or hit him. Kiyoshi moved his hand to the back of his neck, not saying a word. Curious you refocused your [e.c] eyes on Kiyoshi. ‘hmm he looks nervous, or maybe he’s shy to answer. I guess I should help him. I doubt Mitobe will speak up.’ You smiled to yourself.
Kiyoshi noticed you were staring at him, he gave you a wink with his stunning brown eyes bringing you back to earth. Your eyes widened, and you felt your face heat up. Tilting your head forward you managed to cover your face with your [h.c] bangs. “Centers and posts technically run the entire court with every turnover, to position themselves properly at least.” Pausing you look at your teammates, they were all listening intently. Feeling a little pressure you crossed your arms uncomfortably before continuing. “Their legs are put to the test, as they are in charge of boxing out, keeping the key clear, and rebounds. Finally, when it comes to marking players we get to cover the monsters under the hoop pushing, and elbowing until there’s victor.” There was a crushing silence, no one knew what to say, until a booming laugh returned.
“haha yep, that sums it up.” He snickered, “a little dramatic, but that’s it!”
“That’s not to say there no contact or trouble with other positions.” You blurted out hoping not to offend anyone, a nervous sweat shooting from your red face.
“Hey [y.n] you need to calm down. You might catch fire!” Hyuga teased, drawing more unwanted attention to your rosy cheeks. Suddenly a hand plopped on your head caused you to squeak. Teppai began ruffling you [h.c] mess of hair. “Oi, she probably won’t catch fire, but she may pass out.” Everyone laughed, Kiyoshi had a way of missing jokes, but you didn’t noticed. You were distracted by his enormous hand that was still resting on your head. ‘Their almost as big as Murasakibara!’
“Okay enough jokes let’s have a fun practice.”
Today was a long practice. Which was your favourite, because coach couldn’t keep an eye on you for the full two hours. Allowing you to push yourself more.
Practice ended with a scrimmage, first years versus second years. It was always fun to play with Kagami when he wasn’t obsessing over your old team, the generation of miracles. Running with Kuroko was a refresher for when you were on the top of your game. When you were practices away from the Teiko’s starting lineup.
(no more reminiscing) You were subbed out by Fukuda, and took your place on the bench, resting your head on the bleachers behind you. You sat for two shifts, you kept tying and retying your [f.c] sneakers to busy yourself. “Hey coach, am I getting subbed in toooday?” Your whinny question didn’t bother coach.
She answered, “not yet, soon I promise.” Never turning from the court.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Jump a couple restless minutes <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
You finally subbed in, this time for Kagami, who was not too happy about it. He trudged off the court towards you, completely ignoring your high five. “Oi, it’s just a few minutes no need to pout.” You laughed, shaking your hand. Finally understanding he raised his arm half-heartedly.
*clap*
“Close enough,” you giggle. Kagami had fist bumped your opened hand, and for the dozenth time laughter filled the gym. He jerked his arm back hoping to recover, but Izuki had already raised his hand to say something punning, so Kagami bowed his head in defeat. Sadly Izuki never got the chance.
“if you wish to see tomorrow you will hold your tongue.” Sometimes Hyuga is no fun, but practice continued, Izuki included, and a pattern emerged.
You were never on the court against Kiyoshi. You played Mitobe, Izuki and now Hyuga with him always on the bench Shuffling to defend Hyuga your gazed past over the second year’s bench, and you noticed Kiyoshi focusing on something in your direction. Chalking it up as nothing you moved your [e.c] eyes back in time to see the back of your captains shirt. ‘Shit when did he get faster at that fake.’ You chased after him.
It took a while but you were convinced the returning player was staring at your knee.
After practice ended everyone was dripping with sweat. They all disappeared into the locker room to change, or maybe to pass out. You slumped down on the bleachers to undo the velcro on your brace. Reaching for your lower strap a chunk of you [h.c] hair curtained your eyes. The bleachers suddenly shook under you causing your eyebrows to slam into your hairline.
“What was your injury?” a voiced questioned, turning you head slightly, you recognized Kiyoshi’s sneakers. Instead of changing with the team he was sitting behind you in the bleachers glistening with sweat.
‘I don’t really know him,’ you thought to yourself breathing deeply, catching the air that was scared out of you. ‘I guess I have nothing to hide.’
Keeping your eyes straight, “Damaged ACL,” your voice was even.
“did you get surgery? Is that what the scars are from.”
“…” you hum absentmindedly tracing your figures over the deep red groves in your leg.
“Do you have doctor’s clearance?” he pushed, and your jaw stiffened.
“It’s been four months since the surgery… so no I haven’t been cleared quite yet.” Kiyoshi’s eyes never left your back. “Then what are you doing back in the court?” Teppei cursed himself for the harshness in his tone. The heat spiked in your blood, you whipped around to face him.
“What the hell are you saying! I’ve earned my place on the court.” You hissed.
“Oh, that’s not what I meant. I’m saying you shouldn’t push yourself so early, it will only hurt you in the end.” His voice was flat and serious
“If I don’t push myself… no one will,” You mumbled the last part.
“You’ve created a reputation. One that your opponents deserve to face at full strength. Besides [y.n] you shouldn’t risk your future for a couple practices. The team will understand. They supported me last season so I would get a chance to play at full strength this year with them … and I don’t want your decision to hurt you.”
Leaning closer, your [e.c] eyes shot through his brown ones. “I’m. Fine. With the brace I’m reliable. I can handle my post, and I won’t be a hindrance on the team!” You basically yelled in his face, but you might have been trying to convince yourself. Turning away you grabbed your bag and stormed past coach.
Riko watched you close the door behind you. “So Teppei, what did you see?”
“She’s determined.”
“That may be so, but to me her numbers are still really weak.”
“I don’t know she’s starting to sell me on it.” A grin grew on his face, “haha she wants it enough, but I need to see if her body can keep up.”
“You know you could just say you don’t know yet, you know.” She rolled her eyes.
“hah I guess I could have. Well it won’t be hard to tell if she keeps forgetting this.” He laughed in response.
********************** Oh Shit Where did you go? To the outside world!!*********************
On your stomp walk home, you finally managed to calm down, and stopped at the outdoor court. ‘He has a good point,’ you started to think, ‘his hearts in the right place… urh I don’t know.’ Throwing your bag on the ground you reached for your brace.
…
Your heart sank to your feet. ‘Where is it?’ You move you’re your hand frantically in the bag, praying there was some secret pocket to find.
“shit, SHIT if I lost it my parents are going to kill me!” your panic was disturbed by a familiar voice.
“Oi, [y.n], is that you?” a yell from behind the fence.
“Not now Kiyoshi, not the time,” you grumbled.
“Hey [y.n] did you hear me?” He asked walking closer, your eyes refusing to meet his, since they were too focused on dumping your homework.
“Not now!” You stood taking a stride to run pass him, “I need to get back to the gym before they lock it up.”
Teppei side stepped, blocking you. “Whoa, slow down. Why so jumpy?” even as one of Seirin’s taller players you were only eye level with Kiyoshi’s collarbone. You had stopped short of slamming into him.
Uncomfortable with how close you were standing to him you jumped back before looking up at him.
“I er… forgot my brace.” Your voice was sad, “I really can’t lose it.”
“Well then. I’m happy that I followed you!” the pride in his voice confused you.
‘mkay, little creepy,’ raising an eyebrow you asked, “can I ask why.”
Oblivious to his odd comment he didn’t miss a beat. “This.” Kiyoshi held up your brace, and a smile finally found your face.
“Thank you Kiyoshi-senpai! You’re a life saviour. Hmm now don’t take this as a complaint, but you could have texted me.
He paused, tilting his head, “huh, I guess I could have.”
‘of course he’d miss the easier option than chasing me down.’ Giggling you said, “Thanks, I do appreciate it.” He ignored you, and walked past you.
“That’s not the only reason I came.” He stopped at the ball you left on the bench. Picking it up he shifted it testing the weight. “I understand why you don’t want to answer my questions, so why don’t I earn them in a game of one on one?”