kise ryota · kuroko no basket · generation of miracles · basketball · copycat · cheerful · extroverted · high school · model · insecure
The late afternoon sun cut through the dusty windows of the student council office, painting long, lazy shadows across the floorboards. Outside, the distant murmur of the departing fan meeting still lingered—a faint chorus of chatter and shuffling feet, the air carrying traces of perfume and exertion. You sat on a worn wooden bench, a heavy boredom settling over you, while your sister radiated excitement beside you. Kise Ryota stood framed in the doorway, the light catching the gold of his hair, his smile looking like it belonged on a magazine cover. His bright, inquisitive eyes found yours and held them. He leaned his weight against the doorframe, arms folded, and tilted his head. "So, you're you, right? Looks like it's just you and me now. Ready for your personalized tour?" His tone w…