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Kiyoshi x Reader (injured): I Can Handle Myself 2/3
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It seemed that both of you rushed out before changing, so you were both ready to play, and it wasn’t everyday an uncrowned king challenges you. There was no way you could pass this up.

“O-okay, what do you have in mind?” points for confidence [y.n]
A wicked grin crossed Kiyoshi’s face. Damn Why do all his plans always work?

“First to 10 hoops wins. If you win I won’t ask any more questions about your knee.” You shot him a sarcastic really look. “I promise [y.n], but (he starts dribbling the ball) If I win you’ll answer all my questions, and let me help you.

“You know this sounds a lot like how you got Hyuga to play on the team, minus a handy cap."
“So you’re in?” His excitement made you laugh, nodding you sat down to put your brace on. You felt your heart in the tips of your fingers while closing the last strap. You were freaking nervous, which you had a right to be.
Kiyoshi was an amazing player that you watched from the bench all the time in middle school. So you surprised yourself when you faked him out, and sneak in a couple mid-range shots, but his dunks were near impossible to stop. You played close, because even without a teammate to pass to you had to limit his options.

It was a close battle coming down to the last bucket. Both of you were out of breath, since that 2 hour practice really took it’s toll. Last point and unfortunately it was his possession.

“Eh [y.n]?”

“y-yeah?” you managed between huffs, earning you a smile from him.

“Do you want to make it first to 20 instead?”

You flinched. “tw-twenty! Why? Err not to be rude but, haven’t we been playing for a long time all ready?”
He tilted his head confused. “What do you mean?”

Giving him a weak smile you explained “You do realize we’ve been we’ve been playing for almost 55 minutes.”

Looking around for an imaginary clock he pouted. “Oh, okay I guess ten will be fine.”
You we’re learning Kiyoshi had a habit of getting caught up with things, and who were you to argue.
“ready?”

“Let’s do this.” {engage mortal combat theme song}

Kiyoshi’s smiled straighten into a stern line, he was so cute when he tried to be serious. ‘HEY focus brain! I’m serious.’ You shock the thoughts from your head, while he shifted the ball from his hip into a hard drive.

Keeping to the plan you stayed a step ahead of him, shuffling just trying to force him to pull up. He kept pushing his drive closing the gap from the half court to post.

‘Shit, I only have a few feet, if he jumps this is over.’ Panicking you knew the only thing was to do something risky. You turned to face the net, but you managed to keep in line with him. It wasn’t a preferred tactic, but it was effective. Confused, Kiyoshi changed his pace, but the ball kept its speed. ‘Bam gotcha!’ planting your foot you launched towards him, giving no time to counter you grabbed the ball, and launched a hail-mary hook shot.

*SWISH*

“Yea-ha that’s game!” you celebrated, throwing your arms above your head. Turning in time you saw Kiyoshi hanging his head, putting a damper on your celebration. “Hey Kiyoshi-senpai are you okay? It was a great game don’t be sad.”

His broad shoulders relaxed, “yeah it was,” he sighed dejectedly. There was an awkward period of silence until his eyes found yours’ and his face lit up. “Eh, [y.n] don’t mind me. That was a good move.” His smile was contagious.

“Glad you liked it.” granted you were still a little mad at him, but you couldn’t deny that you were getting more comfortable with the odd boy. “So, then… I mean that, no, yeah thanks for playing me, since we never got a chance in practice.”

“It’s all about having fun. Heh you noticed that?”

You rolled your eyes, “come on give me some credit. Anyways I’m glad, thought I’d never play the guy that – hic…” You stopped flinching at what you almost said, but Kiyoshi caught your fumble.

“I’m the guy that what [y.n]?” A nervous sweat poured off your head, and your hands raised defensively.

“what, me? I didn’t say anything. Plus I thought if I won you couldn’t ask questions.” Your reaction made his smile grow, taking a step closer.

“Nope that was only questions about your knee, and after a game like that I’ve earned some answers. Especially when the question includes me.” He was only a foot away now.

“Fine I guess that’s fair,” you started pouting, “but after this I should head home.” You shifted uneasily, until you found a nice spot on the ground to confess to. “You’re the guym, or more the reason I play center. I saw you in middle school, and because of that I learnt center, okay.” His mouth hung open… wait he’s blushing. The warmth coming from your face was almost unbearable, now was the time to seriously leave before you made a complete fool of yourself. You turned on your heels, grabbing your bag, remembering your brace this time. “See you on the flip side Kiyoshi!” you yelled back, hearing his laugh before you left the part.

You fought exhaustion while you jogged, hoping the red in your face would subside. It made you sad, thinking back to his disappointed face, but it didn’t last. You weren’t going to be bombarded with questions, and someone finally played you as an equal. He respected you enough to play you full out. ‘Oop the embarrassed red is back.’

----------Flash-forward----------

After that day in the park you and Kiyoshi had become friends, but it wasn’t until an exhibition game that Kiyoshi really grabbed you attention again.
You never learned the other team’s name, but they played very similar to Kirisaki Daīchi when it came to roughness.

“Keep it up Seirin, don’t let them inside!” Riko yelled from the side line, and the bench roared behind her. They were aggressive all around so the Seirin line was shuffled. Entering the 3rd quarter it was Kiyoshi, Kagami, Mitobe, Hyuga and having reached the 7 month period after your surgery, you rounded off the line. 4 posts/centers and a point guard, was the coaches plan. Not wanting to over load the inside Kagami, and you had to play as the guards. It was difficult because it meant you two were farther from the net, but if it meant Kuroko and Izuki wouldn’t get hurt, you’d do your best. It wasn’t a plan to rely on in a qualifying game, but it kept the score close.

~~~~Enter the 4th quarter~~~~

Everyone was battered and bruised, but unknown to your team was the crippling pain in your leg. Thankfully Hyuga kept swinging the ball around so no one would get trapped. It also meant you didn’t have to shuffle or rebound as much, until Kagami’s pride took over.

“You can’t stop me that easy!” He roared, forcing a drive. Not sure what to do you looked across the key to your teammates, but your eyes stopped on a familiar smile.

“Mitobe, [y.n] let’s give him a lane!” Kiyoshi commanded, without missing a beat the three of you fronted your players. Pushing hard into your check you prayed your leg wouldn’t buckle. Coach’s voice rang a threat to Kagami about his jumps, and something about doing another drink run. ‘Not sure what that means, but it had an affect.’
Dreading another three hour run he pulled up for a shot, throwing the ball way too hard. Riko was happy, Hyuga however, well he’ll face that fury later.

It hit the rim hard and high flew into the air. BATTLE ON! The player you were boxing out suddenly stepped away, making your stomach drop.

Recovering, you turned to find him, and saw an elbow flying towards your face. Attempting to push away a jolt of pain that took your breath away. Your leg locked and you couldn’t move, figuring there was no avoiding contact you turned your head ‘not worth a broken nose’ preparing for a pain… that never came.

… ‘uhh hello? Pain?’ You heard a dull thud, feeling a jersey sweep past, tickling your face. “What the?” you whisper turning back to see what happened.

A wall had appeared in front of you. “?” Kiyoshi had stepped in front of you.

To anyone else it looked like good timing, or a double box out, but you knew better. ‘Idiot,’ you bit you tongue. The sweat on your face started to sizzle, from the mix emotions of embarrassment and rage.

The game felt like it was stuck in slow motion, but it didn’t stop you from noticing the shake in his legs. ‘Wait, what’s that? He said he was back at full strength, or at least well enough to handle this.’

“Balls up!” Hyuga’s voice brought you back,
‘Shit not the time to worry. This games not over yet.’ The ball was sailing towards the corner of the court, getting your footing and swallowing the pain you pushed off into a sprint. Dodging a handful of players, you made it to the ball before it even bounced.

“Mitobe you’re up!” Pivoting sharply you lobbed the ball to Mitobe, for an easy bucket.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>fastfoward to the end of the game <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

The game ended, Seirin was victorious by 20 points (Kagami really had to make up for that missed shot) You were excited, but there was something you couldn’t sake.

You helped Kuroko carry drag Kagami while the team left the gym. Walking passed an empty hallway
you turned to Hyuga, “hey capt, I need to talk to Kiyoshi if you don’t mind. We’ll catch up for burgers soon.” You asked flatly, staring blanking ahead.

“Okay,” He studied the intensity radiating off you, from the corner of his eye, “just don’t hurt him too bad.”

Raising your hand slightly, cracking a smirk. “Minimal damage I promise.”

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Kiyoshi x Reader (injured): I Can Handle Myself 2/3
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It seemed that both of you rushed out before changing, so you were both ready to play, and it wasn’t everyday an uncrowned king challenges you. There was no way you could pass this up.

“O-okay, what do you have in mind?” points for confidence [y.n]
A wicked grin crossed Kiyoshi’s face. Damn Why do all his plans always work?

“First to 10 hoops wins. If you win I won’t ask any more questions about your knee.” You shot him a sarcastic really look. “I promise [y.n], but (he starts dribbling the ball) If I win you’ll answer all my questions, and let me help you.

“You know this sounds a lot like how you got Hyuga to play on the team, minus a handy cap."
“So you’re in?” His excitement made you laugh, nodding you sat down to put your brace on. You felt your heart in the tips of your fingers while closing the last strap. You were freaking nervous, which you had a right to be.
Kiyoshi was an amazing player that you watched from the bench all the time in middle school. So you surprised yourself when you faked him out, and sneak in a couple mid-range shots, but his dunks were near impossible to stop. You played close, because even without a teammate to pass to you had to limit his options.

It was a close battle coming down to the last bucket. Both of you were out of breath, since that 2 hour practice really took it’s toll. Last point and unfortunately it was his possession.

“Eh [y.n]?”

“y-yeah?” you managed between huffs, earning you a smile from him.

“Do you want to make it first to 20 instead?”

You flinched. “tw-twenty! Why? Err not to be rude but, haven’t we been playing for a long time all ready?”
He tilted his head confused. “What do you mean?”

Giving him a weak smile you explained “You do realize we’ve been we’ve been playing for almost 55 minutes.”

Looking around for an imaginary clock he pouted. “Oh, okay I guess ten will be fine.”
You we’re learning Kiyoshi had a habit of getting caught up with things, and who were you to argue.
“ready?”

“Let’s do this.” {engage mortal combat theme song}

Kiyoshi’s smiled straighten into a stern line, he was so cute when he tried to be serious. ‘HEY focus brain! I’m serious.’ You shock the thoughts from your head, while he shifted the ball from his hip into a hard drive.

Keeping to the plan you stayed a step ahead of him, shuffling just trying to force him to pull up. He kept pushing his drive closing the gap from the half court to post.

‘Shit, I only have a few feet, if he jumps this is over.’ Panicking you knew the only thing was to do something risky. You turned to face the net, but you managed to keep in line with him. It wasn’t a preferred tactic, but it was effective. Confused, Kiyoshi changed his pace, but the ball kept its speed. ‘Bam gotcha!’ planting your foot you launched towards him, giving no time to counter you grabbed the ball, and launched a hail-mary hook shot.

*SWISH*

“Yea-ha that’s game!” you celebrated, throwing your arms above your head. Turning in time you saw Kiyoshi hanging his head, putting a damper on your celebration. “Hey Kiyoshi-senpai are you okay? It was a great game don’t be sad.”

His broad shoulders relaxed, “yeah it was,” he sighed dejectedly. There was an awkward period of silence until his eyes found yours’ and his face lit up. “Eh, [y.n] don’t mind me. That was a good move.” His smile was contagious.

“Glad you liked it.” granted you were still a little mad at him, but you couldn’t deny that you were getting more comfortable with the odd boy. “So, then… I mean that, no, yeah thanks for playing me, since we never got a chance in practice.”

“It’s all about having fun. Heh you noticed that?”

You rolled your eyes, “come on give me some credit. Anyways I’m glad, thought I’d never play the guy that – hic…” You stopped flinching at what you almost said, but Kiyoshi caught your fumble.

“I’m the guy that what [y.n]?” A nervous sweat poured off your head, and your hands raised defensively.

“what, me? I didn’t say anything. Plus I thought if I won you couldn’t ask questions.” Your reaction made his smile grow, taking a step closer.

“Nope that was only questions about your knee, and after a game like that I’ve earned some answers. Especially when the question includes me.” He was only a foot away now.

“Fine I guess that’s fair,” you started pouting, “but after this I should head home.” You shifted uneasily, until you found a nice spot on the ground to confess to. “You’re the guym, or more the reason I play center. I saw you in middle school, and because of that I learnt center, okay.” His mouth hung open… wait he’s blushing. The warmth coming from your face was almost unbearable, now was the time to seriously leave before you made a complete fool of yourself. You turned on your heels, grabbing your bag, remembering your brace this time. “See you on the flip side Kiyoshi!” you yelled back, hearing his laugh before you left the part.

You fought exhaustion while you jogged, hoping the red in your face would subside. It made you sad, thinking back to his disappointed face, but it didn’t last. You weren’t going to be bombarded with questions, and someone finally played you as an equal. He respected you enough to play you full out. ‘Oop the embarrassed red is back.’

----------Flash-forward----------

After that day in the park you and Kiyoshi had become friends, but it wasn’t until an exhibition game that Kiyoshi really grabbed you attention again.
You never learned the other team’s name, but they played very similar to Kirisaki Daīchi when it came to roughness.

“Keep it up Seirin, don’t let them inside!” Riko yelled from the side line, and the bench roared behind her. They were aggressive all around so the Seirin line was shuffled. Entering the 3rd quarter it was Kiyoshi, Kagami, Mitobe, Hyuga and having reached the 7 month period after your surgery, you rounded off the line. 4 posts/centers and a point guard, was the coaches plan. Not wanting to over load the inside Kagami, and you had to play as the guards. It was difficult because it meant you two were farther from the net, but if it meant Kuroko and Izuki wouldn’t get hurt, you’d do your best. It wasn’t a plan to rely on in a qualifying game, but it kept the score close.

~~~~Enter the 4th quarter~~~~

Everyone was battered and bruised, but unknown to your team was the crippling pain in your leg. Thankfully Hyuga kept swinging the ball around so no one would get trapped. It also meant you didn’t have to shuffle or rebound as much, until Kagami’s pride took over.

“You can’t stop me that easy!” He roared, forcing a drive. Not sure what to do you looked across the key to your teammates, but your eyes stopped on a familiar smile.

“Mitobe, [y.n] let’s give him a lane!” Kiyoshi commanded, without missing a beat the three of you fronted your players. Pushing hard into your check you prayed your leg wouldn’t buckle. Coach’s voice rang a threat to Kagami about his jumps, and something about doing another drink run. ‘Not sure what that means, but it had an affect.’
Dreading another three hour run he pulled up for a shot, throwing the ball way too hard. Riko was happy, Hyuga however, well he’ll face that fury later.

It hit the rim hard and high flew into the air. BATTLE ON! The player you were boxing out suddenly stepped away, making your stomach drop.

Recovering, you turned to find him, and saw an elbow flying towards your face. Attempting to push away a jolt of pain that took your breath away. Your leg locked and you couldn’t move, figuring there was no avoiding contact you turned your head ‘not worth a broken nose’ preparing for a pain… that never came.

… ‘uhh hello? Pain?’ You heard a dull thud, feeling a jersey sweep past, tickling your face. “What the?” you whisper turning back to see what happened.

A wall had appeared in front of you. “?” Kiyoshi had stepped in front of you.

To anyone else it looked like good timing, or a double box out, but you knew better. ‘Idiot,’ you bit you tongue. The sweat on your face started to sizzle, from the mix emotions of embarrassment and rage.

The game felt like it was stuck in slow motion, but it didn’t stop you from noticing the shake in his legs. ‘Wait, what’s that? He said he was back at full strength, or at least well enough to handle this.’

“Balls up!” Hyuga’s voice brought you back,
‘Shit not the time to worry. This games not over yet.’ The ball was sailing towards the corner of the court, getting your footing and swallowing the pain you pushed off into a sprint. Dodging a handful of players, you made it to the ball before it even bounced.

“Mitobe you’re up!” Pivoting sharply you lobbed the ball to Mitobe, for an easy bucket.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>fastfoward to the end of the game <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

The game ended, Seirin was victorious by 20 points (Kagami really had to make up for that missed shot) You were excited, but there was something you couldn’t sake.

You helped Kuroko carry drag Kagami while the team left the gym. Walking passed an empty hallway
you turned to Hyuga, “hey capt, I need to talk to Kiyoshi if you don’t mind. We’ll catch up for burgers soon.” You asked flatly, staring blanking ahead.

“Okay,” He studied the intensity radiating off you, from the corner of his eye, “just don’t hurt him too bad.”

Raising your hand slightly, cracking a smirk. “Minimal damage I promise.”