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So, my latest obsession is Kuroko no Basuke.  I am currently watching the series for the third time in a row.  It has stolen my heart, reason and mind.  So here is a little drabble inspired by KNB.


Makoto no Basuke

The girls walked down the sidewalk toward cram-school.  Ami glanced at her usually upbeat companion.  Her head was down, green eyes staring at the concrete, shoes making a scuffing sound as she dragged toes with each labored step.

“Something wrong?” Ami asked.

Makoto gave a loud sigh, “I suppose you have already chosen your club?”

“Mm-hm,” Ami nodded.

Makoto’s lips twisted up in annoyance.  “No need to ask which one.  ‘Super Studiers’ wouldn’t know what to do without the queen of cramming.”

Ami giggled, not taking offense.  Her friends were wonderful, each in their own way, but none of them were very good at school work.  “What about you?”

Another deep sigh filled the air.  “I don’t know.”  Makoto frowned at the toes of her shoes.  “I just want to cook, but they don’t offer any kind of culinary clubs.  The closest is the tea club, but they just make tea and buy their pastries.”

Coughing lightly, Ami covered her mouth with her hand to hide her smile.  Makoto was almost pouting, it was so cute.  “You could join a sports club,” She suggested, after she regained control of her expression.  “You are very athletic and I’m sure any of them would be happy to have you.”

“I don’t know.”

Just then a ball rolled over and bumped against Makoto’s ankle.  As she reached to pick it up, Ami saw a group of boys gathered near a tall fence, it appeared to be a basketball court.  Two boys were screaming at each other, it looked like they might come to blows any moment.  A blonde smiled and waved.

Makoto turned toward the court and shot the ball at the basket.  She turned and walked away, not waiting for the ball to land.

Ami watched it sail over the fence and drop through the hoop.  The boys stopped yelling starring at the ball in shock.  Ami quickly hurried to catch up with her friend.

Makoto sighed again, “How would I pick one?  I’m not really good at any of them.”