[Kuroko's Basketball] Reverse Breakthrough

"Come on, Heizi." Ye Kui frowned and stood up straight.Heizi looked at him like a frightened bird, his brows were tightly furrowed, and a drop of sweat ran across his chin and onto the ground.The basketball was held in his arms, and the knuckles that were holding the basketball turned white. He even forgot about the poor injured hand, and stared at Ye Kui motionlessly with his eyes open.

The basketball hoop...behind him.Just get past him...

Heizi took another step back, and the disappointment in Yekui's eyes became more and more intense. He stood there without sighing, but just waited quietly, hoping that in the next second, his younger brother would jump up like The wind flashed past him.

The two remained in a stalemate for a long time, neither spoke nor moved.Heizi raised his chin slightly, the two looked at each other a few steps away, and Yekui smiled wryly.

Standing in front of the basketball hoop is... it's Ye Kui!

Heizi's Adam's apple rolled in a circle, and his eyes were strange, a bit like yearning, a bit like fear, and a bit like fighting spirit.Or all three.His hand was getting harder and harder, as if he wanted to poke the ball, and then...

If the ball is broken, there is no need to play.

At this time, Ye Kui walked forward.Heizi immediately became vigilant like a cat, watching his every move with wide eyes vigilantly.But Yekui didn't make any further moves, which made Heizi a little...disappointed?

Go over him and you can reach the basketball hoop.Then jump up gently, maybe the ball will be scored. ——So simple, he can defeat this person, the god-like figure in his heart.

What happens after defeat?

Heizi took a light step forward.Ye Kui immediately showed a look of surprise, with a smile on his lips, bent down and repositioned his defensive posture.Heizi's eyes became brighter and brighter, he looked at the street lamp, and the street lamp looked back at him tenderly.So he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

I want to go...

The fruity scent of the wild sunflower was getting closer, and Heizi could feel the flow of fresh blood, the regular beating of the heart, the sniff of warm water vapor, and even the temperature of steaming from the pores.It was all crystal clear, a reminder of who this man was.He felt that he had returned to many years ago, hiding behind a big tree alone, watching his brother who was as nimble as a leopard timidly, watching him shuttle among people many times taller than him.The ball, which was too big for Heizi, became a part of his body once it was in his hands.Running and jumping, his sweat sprinkled in the air and was refracted by the sun.

Fear choked Heizi's throat like a demon at this moment, he threw the ball unconsciously, backed all the way, and retreated under the street lamp.He grabbed the back of the chair under the street lamp, turned his back to the light, hid his face in the darkness, and looked at the back of his feet.

After a long time, someone came over.Yekui stood in front of Heizi, with two pairs of almost identical blue eyes facing each other, he stretched out his hand and placed his palm on Heizi's head.

Heizi was a little nervous. He saw Ye Kui open his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he swallowed the words that reached his throat, pursed his lips, and looked at him with inarticulate eyes.

Heizi was too irritated by such gazes, he stepped back again, turned around, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I'll... go back first."

Ye Kui didn't stop him, and watched him walk slowly towards the playground, until he couldn't see him, then he sighed, sat down on the bench, and watched the ball in his hand remain motionless.

"Hi, Zhe."

Heizi stopped, Qingfeng walked over from under the street lamp over there, and slapped Heizi on the shoulder.After the photo was taken, he didn't speak, but stared at him impatiently with a frown.

The two of them stood downstairs in the dormitory, you looked at me, and I looked at you, looking at each other speechlessly.

One minute later, Heizi said, "Mr. Qingfeng, is there something wrong?"

Qingfeng still looked at him like this, finally turned his head, looked at a tree by the roadside and said: "I was here just now."

"..." Heizi opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Qingfeng put his hands down, then put his hands on Heizi's shoulders, bent down, and met Heizi's eyes: "What are you thinking?"

Heizi didn't speak, Qingfeng waited for a while, sighed, and stood up straight: "Azhe, when you took such a step forward just now, I thought you were going to break through."

Having said this, Qingfeng didn't say any more, and Heizi also understood what Qingfeng wanted to express.He lowered his eyes and pondered for a long time, but in the end he couldn't say a word.Indeed, the behavior just now was too disappointing, it was clearly no different from a deserter.

At this time, there was a "bang" sound from upstairs.Heizi raised his head subconsciously, and just as he raised his head, a pile of something fell down with a clatter, leaving them both alone.Qingfeng let out a "hiss", covered his forehead with his hands, and picked up the culprits angrily, only to find that those were...

ha?snack?

…and there are a dizzying amount of them.

The two looked at each other, and thought of Ziyuan tacitly.The only person who can have so many snacks is Murasakihara.But what happened to these snacks falling from the second floor?In terms of quantity, it was almost Zi Yuan's snacks for a week or even more.

"Cough, Qingfeng-kun..." Heizi looked at the snacks all over the floor, "Do you like snacks?"

Qingfeng glanced at Heizi "like an idiot", but Heizi closed his mouth and said, "Then us?"

Qingfeng looked up at Ziyuan's room on the second floor, and he couldn't see any flaws from outside the building.Finally he said: "Ziyuan is in the same room as the captain now, even if something happens, the captain will take care of it."

That's right, Kuroko picked up a bag of potato chips worriedly, recalled the conversation with Akashi, and felt that the conflict between the two of them was not so easy to resolve, and Murasakihara-kun's personality was rather weird, maybe it was true. Something happened that even Akashi-kun couldn't solve.

"I'd better go and have a look." Heizi said.He walked towards the second floor, and within a few steps Qingfeng grabbed him.

"If it's a problem that Akashi can't solve, what's the use of you going?"

Qingfeng hit the nail on the head, Heizi froze for a moment, then nodded a little naturally, and said, "It's also..."

Seeing him like this, Qingfeng frowned: "Get a good night's sleep....Instead of worrying about them, you might as well worry about yourself. No matter what the hell you're thinking, it's pretty much the same."

After speaking, he let go, turned and walked towards his room.Heizi stood there staring blankly at him, he walked a few steps and stopped, turned around, looked at the ground, his voice was very low, a bit like a whisper: "Don't make us worry, you bastard."

After these words, he strode away without looking back.Heizi stood there for a long time before slowly going up the stairs.

The door of the room was closed, and after knocking three times, Luma came to open the door. I don't know if it was Heizi's illusion, but he always felt that Luma's expression was a little abnormal.He entered the door, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and when he came out, he finally found the problem.

There was a man lying on his bed.

... Murasakihara-kun?

Heizi looked at Midorima, and Midorima walked up to Heizi, and lowered his voice with a strange expression on his face: "Just now Ziyuan ran up with a dark face for some reason, and now I don't know if he is asleep or not, it's better... "

Heizi nodded understandingly, Ziyuan closed her eyes, she was not covered with a quilt, she was wearing pajamas and pajamas, she seemed to be asleep.So Heizi quietly climbed onto the bed in Lvjian, and obediently pulled up the quilt and lay down.Midorima dropped the pen on the ground, looked at Heizi on the bed in shock, pointed at him tremblingly, opened his mouth but was speechless.

Heizi blinked suspiciously, and then suddenly understood, moved to the left, moved enough space for Midorima, closed his eyes in peace, and there was no movement.

Midorima petrified, he stared at Heizi's quiet face, the automatic theater in his head made two... suspicious red clouds float on his cheeks.

As soon as I closed my eyes, the scene just now floated up.Ye Kui stood along the streetlight, with a slightly arched back, long hands, and sharp eyes... Heizi moved his fingers under the quilt, and lightly clenched his fists.

It was dark and the lights went out.Then there was another soft sound, the sound of a lamp switch.Heizi turned over, and his memory unconsciously went back a long time ago. At that time, he regarded Yekui as his idol, worshiped everything about him, and followed him every day, unwilling to leave. He hoped that one day Yekui could teach Qianli like he taught He played, and one day, he could stand on the same court as Yekui and Qianli...

"Tetsuya, you are really not suitable for basketball, give up."

Words that have been spoken for so many years come to my ears at this moment.Heizi felt upset, turned over again, took a breath, and told himself to calm down.

He began to think about Qingfeng's words slowly, and he couldn't help feeling warm in his heart, diluting the previous discomfort.But even so, he still felt disturbed and couldn't fall asleep smoothly.

Time passed very slowly, Heizi checked his watch halfway, it was already 11:30.Midorima was sitting on the desk, with the desk lamp on, reading a book of horoscopes, and didn't sleep.Heizi rubbed his eyes and said softly, "Mr. Lujian still not asleep?"

Midorima visibly stiffened for a moment, and after dawdling for a long time, he slowly walked over, lifted a small corner of the quilt, and lay down on the edge of the bed, keeping as far away from Heizi as possible.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and Midorima's breathing around him had stabilized.Heizi opened his eyes and looked at the dark ceiling, crossing his hands on his stomach.At this time, he heard movement in the next bed.

The author has something to say: TUT feels that what he writes is scum, and his mood has never been lower... If there is a plot without a plot, if it is cute or not, what am I writing!!!!