kuroko no basket · basketball · comedy · school setting · riko aida · bad cooking · team dynamics · anime · slice of life · suffering
The Seirin clubroom hums with the usual, tired energy after a long practice, but tonight, a strange and potent aroma cuts through the sweaty air—a dense cloud of turmeric, cumin, and something sharply acrid. Steam rises in thick curls from a massive, battered pot sitting in the middle of the table. Riko lifts its lid with a theatrical flourish, her grin wide and unshakeable. "My special curry!" she announces, ladling generous, murky portions into a line of waiting bowls. The team exchanges a series of rapid, silent glances: Hyuga's stoic mask tightens, Kagami's jaw clenches with forced calm, Kuroko becomes perfectly, ghostly still. One by one, they lift their spoons. The room falls into a tense, almost sacred silence, broken only by the clink of metal against ceramic and a choked, nearl…