Chapter 7: Confession
As the court lights cast long shadows on the asphalt, Aomine Daiki and Ryo prepared for a showdown that had all the makings of an unforgettable battle. The air was thick with anticipation, and every breath seemed charged with the promise of a legendary game.
Aomine, with the confidence only a member of the Generation of Miracles could possess, initiated the game. He dribbled with a casual ease, his movements fluid and unpredictable. In a swift motion, he executed a crossover dribble that left Ryo grappling to defend. With a powerful drive, Aomine broke past Ryo's stance and leaped for a layup, the ball kissing the glass before sinking into the net. "You're gonna need to speed up to catch me," Aomine taunted, his smirk wide, embodying the very essence of his laid-back yet fiercely competitive nature.
Ryo, undeterred by the early setback, squared his shoulders, ready for his turn. Yet, before he could make his move, Aomine's defensive prowess came to the forefront. Like a shadow, Aomine mirrored Ryo's movements, stealing the ball with a quick hand. Without missing a beat, he spun on his heel, darting back to the hoop and scoring another point with an effortless reverse layup. "Is that all you've got?" Aomine jibed, his tone playful yet challenging.
The score climbed to 4-0 in Aomine's favor. Yet, the night was far from over. Aomine, feeling the rush of the game, went for a bold move. He dribbled towards the basket, intent on a dunk. Ryo, however, tapped into a burst of speed, mirroring Aomine's path. As Aomine took off, so did Ryo, their jumps synchronizing in a moment of breathtaking athleticism.
Mid-air, Aomine glimpsed Ryo's determined expression. Impressed by the leap, Aomine, ever the innovator on the court, twisted his body, sending the ball in a high arc over the backboard. The ball sailed in a perfect curve, landing straight through the hoop. Landing, Aomine couldn't help but grin. "Bet you didn't see that coming."
From the sidelines, Kuroko watched, his usual impassive demeanor betrayed by a slight nod of approval. "Ryo's ability to adapt is remarkable," he commented, the barest hint of a smile on his lips.
Tomoya, caught up in the excitement, cheered. "Come on, Ryo! Show him what you're made of!"
Ryo, now more determined than ever, took the ball. He locked eyes with Aomine, a silent promise of a challenge yet to come. With a burst of energy, Ryo dribbled fiercely towards the basket. In a display of raw power, he executed a long jump from the perimeter, slamming the ball through the hoop in a dunk that rivaled Aomine's agility.
Aomine watched, genuinely impressed. "Didn't think you had it in you," he admitted, his competitive spirit acknowledging Ryo's talent.
Kuroko's voice, steady and calm, broke through the moment. "Ryo's not just any player. He's Seirin's new light."
Aomine chuckled, shaking his head. "You and your 'lights,' Tetsu. Just don't go changing teams on us again." His gaze shifted back to Ryo, a newfound respect in his eyes.
The game pressed on, the score now 6-2. Aomine's lead was significant, but Ryo's resilience had turned the match into more than just a simple 1-on-1—it was a clash of wills, a testament to the spirit of basketball that both players embodied.
As the game intensified under the luminous glow of the park's lights, Aomine took control of the ball, his eyes locked on the basket with unyielding determination. With the grace of a seasoned player, he dribbled forward, executing a feint that momentarily threw Ryo off balance. But Ryo, with a burst of agility, spun around and managed to tip the ball, disrupting Aomine's rhythm.
Kuroko, observing from the sidelines, couldn't conceal his surprise. It was a rare sight to see someone not only keep up with Aomine's pace but also anticipate and counter his moves. The ball, now loose, began bouncing away, with both players sprinting after it. Aomine, renowned for his acceleration, initially took the lead. However, in a display of sheer speed, Ryo overtook him, leaving Kuroko and Tomoya, and even Aomine, astonished by his velocity.
Ryo seized the ball, his strides covering the court as he galloped towards the hoop. Without hesitation, he stopped dead at the three-point line and launched a shot that sailed cleanly through the net, narrowing Aomine's lead to 5-6. "Not bad," Aomine conceded, a hint of respect creeping into his voice.
Undeterred, Aomine retrieved the ball, ready to retaliate. He advanced towards Ryo, a smirk playing on his lips as he effortlessly passed the ball between Ryo's legs—a classic Aomine move—and scored another two points, bringing the score to 8-5 in his favor.
Now, it was Ryo's turn. With Aomine pressing him closely, Ryo made a bold decision. He launched the ball across the court, a move that left Aomine momentarily puzzled. "What kind of play is that?" Aomine questioned, his curiosity piqued as they both dashed after the ball.
Ryo reached it first, but as he attempted a shot, Aomine, true to his reputation as one of the best defenders, blocked it. The ball went loose again, and the chase resumed. Ryo's speed once more came to the forefront as he recovered the ball, prompting Aomine to grumble about his unexpected quickness.
Attempting to outmaneuver Aomine with a dribble, Ryo found himself outplayed as Aomine stole the ball with his unmatched reflexes and drove it home, clinching the game at 10-5.
Breathing heavily, Ryo stepped back, a mixture of disappointment and admiration in his gaze. Aomine, for his part, approached Ryo, an approving nod acknowledging the formidable challenge Ryo had presented. "You've got speed and guts. Keep at it, and who knows how far you'll go," Aomine said, his tone sincere.
Kuroko and Tomoya joined them, clapping Ryo on the back. "That was an incredible game," Kuroko stated, his expression betraying his pride in Ryo's performance.
"Yeah, you nearly had him!" Tomoya added, his usual playful tone tinged with respect.
After the game concluded with Aomine clinching victory, the atmosphere on the court shifted from intense competition to one of mutual respect. As they caught their breath, Aomine turned to face the trio, a slight grin on his face, signaling his acknowledgment of Ryo's prowess on the court.
"It looks like Seirin's not going to be boring this season, either," Aomine remarked, his voice carrying a mixture of admiration and anticipation. The statement was a testament to the unexpected challenge Ryo had presented, and perhaps, an acknowledgment of Seirin's growing strength as a team.
His eyes scanned over Ryo, then Kuroko, and finally rested briefly on Tomoya. "Keep this up, and our next game might actually be fun," he added, the grin widening into a full-fledged smile, rare for someone who often found the game too easy against most opponents.
Kuroko, with his usual calm demeanor, simply nodded, a silent promise of the fierce competition Aomine could expect in future encounters. Tomoya, ever the enthusiastic spirit, couldn't help but chuckle. "You can count on it, Aomine. We'll give you a run for your money," he declared, buoyed by the evening's events.
Ryo, still processing the whirlwind of emotions from the game, managed a determined look. "We'll be ready," he assured, his voice steady, reflecting his resolve to meet Aomine's challenge head-on.
With a final nod, Aomine turned to leave, his departure as sudden as his arrival. "I'll be waiting," he called over his shoulder, his figure gradually blending into the night as he walked away from the court.
The remaining players watched him go, each lost in their thoughts about the future battles that lay ahead. The night's game had been a revelation, not just of individual talent, but of the potential for exhilarating matches that awaited them in the season to come. It was a reminder that in the world of basketball, respect was earned on the court, through sweat, determination, and the relentless pursuit of excellence.
As they gathered their belongings, preparing to leave the now-quiet court, the night's events lingered in the air like a promise. The promise of rivalry, of friendship, and of basketball that transcended mere play to become a test of wills, a measure of growth, and a celebration of the sport they all loved.
The walk home was filled with talk of future strategies, of strengths to be honed and weaknesses to be overcome. The game against Aomine had been a snapshot of what was to come, a preview of the challenges and triumphs that awaited them in the journey ahead. For Ryo, Kuroko, and Tomoya, the season promised not just games to be won, but legends to be made.
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In the quiet hum of the classroom, Ryo was rummaging through his backpack when his fingers brushed against something unexpected. Pulling it out, he found a keychain, unmistakably Riko's, featuring a miniature basketball. He sighed, a mix of annoyance and resignation coloring the sound. With the keychain securely in hand, Ryo stood up, his tall frame towering over the desks as he made his way out of the classroom.
The corridors of Seirin High were bustling with activity, but Ryo moved through them with a singular focus. Reaching the third-year area, he paused outside Riko's classroom before pushing the door open. The sudden appearance of the basketball team's newcomer caused a ripple of whispers to spread through the room.
"Riko, your keychain," Ryo announced, holding out the small trinket towards her. The chatter around them seemed to fade into the background as all eyes turned to the exchange.
The girls nearby couldn't help but comment among themselves, their voices a blend of admiration and curiosity. "He's so tall," one whispered, eyes tracking Ryo's movements. "And those eyes," another added, a note of wistfulness in her tone.
Riko, taken aback by Ryo's unexpected visit, quickly made her way to him. "Thanks, big guy. I've been looking for that," she said, reaching out to take the keychain from him. Her voice carried a warmth that only added to the buzzing curiosity of her classmates.
Ryo simply nodded, a silent acknowledgment, before turning to leave, the whispers of Riko's classmates trailing in his wake.
No sooner had Ryo left than a group of girls swarmed Riko, their questions rapid-fire and tinged with excitement. "Is he your boyfriend?" one demanded, her eyes wide with anticipation.
"He's really cute," another chimed in, leaning closer. "Is he on the basketball team?"
Riko, caught in the sudden spotlight, shook her head. "He's not my boyfriend," she stated plainly, trying to quell the rising tide of speculation.
That admission seemed to open the floodgates, with her classmates' excitement only growing. "Eh? Then, can I ask him out?" one girl asked, a hopeful gleam in her eye.
"Pass me his number," another suggested, already reaching for her phone.
"Introduce us," a third added, her voice laced with eagerness.
Riko, her patience wearing thin, raised her hands in a bid for silence. "He might not be my boyfriend, but that doesn't mean you can all go after him," she declared, a protective edge to her voice that made her classmates pause.
The room fell into a brief silence, the girls exchanging looks among themselves. Riko's words had thrown cold water on their plans, even as they sparked a new curiosity about the nature of her relationship with Ryo.
As the bell rang, signaling the end of the break, Riko's classmates reluctantly dispersed, their whispers still filled with speculation and admiration for the tall, mysterious basketball player who had briefly entered their world. Riko, left standing alone, couldn't help but smile at the thought of Ryo's unexpected gallantry, even as she pondered the complications his presence seemed to bring into her life.
Riko made her way through the classroom towards Hyuga, a puzzled expression on her face. "And the others?" she asked, her tone indicating she was looking for the rest of the team.
Hyuga, who had been reviewing some plays in his notebook, looked up, slightly confused. "They went after Ryo, though I'm not sure why," he replied, his brow furrowed in bemusement.
Meanwhile, the corridors of Seirin High were alive with the sound of footsteps and the chatter of students transitioning between classes. Ryo, however, was not enjoying the typical high school scene. Instead, he was trying to escape a rather persistent group of teammates. "Leave me alone, classes are about to start," he pleaded, his pace quickening in a futile attempt to shake them off.
Shinji, ever the instigator, kept pace with Ryo, a wide grin on his face. "Come on, Ryo, we saw how popular you are with the girls. Introduce us to someone," he teased, enjoying the discomfort he was causing.
Shun joined in, his voice laced with amusement. "Yeah, yeah, Ryo-chan," he echoed, nudging Ryo playfully.
Mitobe, who had been roped into this pursuit by Shinji, followed silently, his presence adding to Ryo's growing frustration.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't talk to any girls," Ryo protested, his denial only fueling their curiosity further.
"That's because he only has eyes for the coach," a voice suddenly interjected, causing the group to jump in surprise.
"Tetsu!" Ryo exclaimed, turning to face Kuroko, who seemingly materialized out of thin air. "Stop appearing like that suddenly!" he complained, his annoyance clear.
Kuroko, unfazed by the reaction, simply stated, "What are you talking about? I've been by your side since you left the classroom."
Shun, seizing the opportunity, asked, "Wait, Ryo likes the coach?"
Ryo, caught off guard, quickly denied it. "Of course not."
Kuroko, with a slight tilt of his head, challenged, "Don't lie."
Ryo, now on the defensive, shot back, "Hey, why are you revealing my secret?"
Kuroko's response was calm and collected. "I was only joking. You're the one who just revealed it."
Ryo's expression turned to one of disbelief, his mouth agape as he processed Kuroko's clever maneuver.
Shinji, ever eager to delve deeper into the conversation, moved closer to Ryo. "Ryo, you seriously like the coach? You know she can be pretty tough, right?"
Shun chimed in, adding, "Yeah, and she's pretty strict too."
Mitobe, silent as always, nodded in agreement, his expression suggesting he too was surprised by the revelation.
Kuroko, with a knowing look, concluded, "It seems that's how Ryo likes them."
Shinji, with a mischievous glint in his eye, glanced at Shun and remarked, "You know, it seems they might need some help from the love doctor."
Shun grimaced, remembering past events. "Hey, don't do that again," he warned, his tone a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.
Kuroko, always curious, tilted his head slightly. "What's this 'love doctor'?" he inquired, genuinely puzzled.
Shinji puffed out his chest a little, proud of his self-assigned title. "I simply help couples get together," he declared, though his track record was dubious at best.
Shun couldn't hold back his frustration. "Because of him, the girl I liked in middle school stopped talking to me," he blurted out, shooting Shinji a glare.
Shinji waved off the accusation with a dismissive hand gesture. "She didn't deserve you. I did you a favor," he said, trying to spin his meddling as altruistic.
"Just shut up," Shun retorted, clearly not convinced by Shinji's logic.
Ryo, who had been following the exchange with growing dismay, interjected firmly, "I don't need any help."
Shinji, not missing a beat to tease, said with a sneer, "Oh, but of course, Mr. Popular here can charm any girl."
Shun joined in, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Arrogant guys like you make me sick."
Ryo's patience finally snapped. "Just be quiet, both of you!" he hissed, glancing nervously around. "The coach must not find out about this!"
"Find out about what?" came a voice, cutting through the tension like a knife. Everyone turned to see Riko standing there, a smirk playing on her lips.
Kuroko, about to spill the beans, began, "That Ryo lik—" But he was abruptly silenced by Ryo, who clamped a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide with panic.
"Hey, stop telling everyone," Ryo pleaded, his voice a mix of desperation and irritation.
Riko raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "Like? Who does Ryo like?" she teased, her tone playful yet probing. "I pity the girl," she added, igniting laughter from Shinji and Shun.
Ryo's face turned a shade redder, if that was possible, caught in the crossfire of teasing and the unexpected appearance of Riko. Shinji and Shun's laughter echoed in the corridor, finding too much joy in Ryo's discomfort.
With the tension still high from the previous exchanges, Shinji, ever the instigator, saw an opening to inject his unique brand of humor into the situation. "It's time for the love doctor," he announced with a flourish, turning his attention to Riko. "Coach, what kind of guys do you like?" he inquired, his curiosity barely masking his mischievous intent.
Riko, taken aback by the sudden and personal question, raised an eyebrow. "Why the sudden interest?" she asked, her tone laced with suspicion.
Shinji, undeterred by her skepticism, pressed on. "Well, we've noticed you've been pretty stressed out lately, so we thought it might be a good idea to find you a boyfriend," he explained, his suggestion hanging in the air like a dubious lifeline.
Riko, momentarily taken aback, played along with a feigned contemplation. "Oh, that's a good idea," she mused, her response causing Shinji's eyes to light up in triumph.
However, her next move was swift and precise—a light thump on Shinji's head as she rebuked, "Of course it's not, you idiot." Shinji found himself on the floor, looking up at a smirking Riko.
From his less-than-graceful position on the ground, Shinji tried to salvage the situation. "Ryo likes girls with short hair, not much chest, who are grumpy and determined," he blurted out, attempting to divert the attention away from himself.
Ryo, who had been an amused observer until now, suddenly found himself the center of attention. Reacting quickly, he gave Shinji a light kick. "I never said that, idiot," he retorted, his annoyance evident.
Shinji, still on the floor, attempted to assert some semblance of seniority. "Respect your senpai," he wheezed, trying to regain his composure.
Ryo, having none of it, shot back with a smirk, "Earn some respect, cat eyes!"
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Seirin High's basketball team had been on an undeniable hot streak, winning their last three games with a blend of skill, strategy, and an unbreakable spirit. At the heart of this winning formula was Ryo, whose performances on the court had rapidly elevated him to the status of the team's star player. Alongside Kuroko's stealthy assists and Tomoya's sharp shooting, they formed a trio that had fans and opponents alike referring to them as the "Trident of Terror."
The third victory was particularly sweet. The game had been a nail-biter, with Seirin and their opponents neck and neck until the final quarter. It was then that the Trident of Terror truly shone. Kuroko, with his uncanny ability to move unseen, slipped through the defense to deliver a perfect pass to Tomoya, who was positioned beyond the arc. Tomoya feinted, drawing two defenders before lobbing the ball to Ryo, who was charging towards the basket. With a leap that seemed to defy gravity, Ryo slammed the ball through the hoop, securing Seirin's win and sending the crowd into a frenzy.
As the final buzzer sounded, the team erupted in celebration, their joy uncontained as they embraced each other on the court. Ryo, sweating and breathless from the intensity of the game, was a picture of both exhaustion and elation.
Riko, ever the attentive coach, made her way through the jubilant chaos to Ryo, a towel in hand. "Great game, Ryo," she said, her voice filled with pride as she handed him the towel.
Ryo, catching his breath, accepted the towel with a grateful nod. "Thanks, Coach. Couldn't have done it without the team," he replied, his humility shining through despite his standout performance.
Riko smiled, her eyes scanning the young player who had become so vital to their team's success. "You've really stepped up, Ryo. That last play was something else," she praised, her gaze conveying the depth of her admiration.
Ryo wiped the sweat from his brow, the adrenaline of the game still coursing through him. "Just trying to keep up with Kuroko and Tomoya," he said, a slight smile playing on his lips as he glanced towards his teammates, who were still celebrating.
Kuroko, joining the conversation, added in his usual understated manner, "Your ability to see and seize the moment makes us all better." His compliment was genuine, acknowledging the synergy between them.
Tomoya, ever the joker, chimed in, "Yeah, but let's not forget who set up that beautiful play. The Trident strikes again!" His excitement was palpable, his energy infectious.
Ryo laughed, the camaraderie between them a testament to their bond both on and off the court. "We've got Kise's team next. It's going to be tough," he mused, the mention of their next opponent bringing a new wave of focus to his expression.
Riko nodded, her demeanor shifting to one of contemplation. "Kaijo won't be easy, but I have faith in you guys. We'll need to train hard this week," she stated, already strategizing for the challenges ahead.
As the team gathered their belongings, the significance of their next game weighed on their minds. Yet, the trust and belief they had in one another were palpable. Ryo, Kuroko, and Tomoya, the Trident of Terror, had proven themselves a formidable force, but the true test of their strength and unity was yet to come.
With the glow of victory still warm, they exited the court, their spirits high but their focus already turning to the battles ahead. Seirin High's basketball team, under the guidance of Riko and the leadership of players like Ryo, was ready to face whatever challenges lay on the path to glory.
As the excitement of the game started to give way to the calm of the evening, Riko and Ryo found themselves walking side by side on the quiet streets leading back home. The gentle hum of the city at night provided a serene backdrop to their conversation, a stark contrast to the adrenaline-fueled atmosphere of the basketball court they had just left behind.
Riko broke the silence, her voice carrying a mixture of pride and reflection. "That play in the third quarter, where you intercepted the pass and turned it into a fast break... that was one of my favorite moments," she said, her eyes shining with the memory of the game's highlights.
Ryo's face lit up at the compliment, a warm feeling of accomplishment spreading through him. "Really? I'm glad you liked it. I saw the opportunity and just went for it," he replied, his tone modest yet tinged with the satisfaction of having executed the play successfully.
The coach nodded, her gaze forward but her mind still replaying the game's pivotal moments. "And the way you, Kuroko, and Tomoya worked together tonight... it's clear how much you've all grown as players. It's a joy to watch," Riko continued, her words not just praise but an acknowledgment of their hard work and dedication.
Ryo, buoyed by Riko's words, felt a surge of gratitude for his coach's guidance and support. "Thanks, Coach. We've been practicing a lot, trying to sync our plays better. It's great to know it's paying off," he said, his voice carrying a note of earnest appreciation.
The conversation flowed easily between them, the bond of player and coach evident in their mutual respect and understanding. As they walked, the streetlights cast long shadows on their path, the quiet of the night enveloping them in a peaceful cocoon.
Riko chuckled softly, a thought coming to mind. "Remember that look on the opposing coach's face when you made that three-pointer in the last quarter? Priceless," she remarked, a hint of mischief in her tone.
Ryo laughed, the memory vivid in his mind. "I think he couldn't believe what he was seeing. It felt good to prove we could hold our own," he said, a playful pride in his voice.
As they neared their homes, the conversation began to wind down, but the warmth of their shared experiences lingered. Riko stopped, turning to face Ryo. "You've done well, Ryo. Keep pushing yourself. Who knows how far you'll go?" she said, her expression serious but encouraging.
Ryo met her gaze, a determined glint in his eyes. "With you as our coach, I believe we can go all the way," he responded, his confidence a reflection of the trust and belief he placed in her guidance.
As Ryo watched Riko walk away, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions churned within him. The comforting darkness of the evening seemed to echo his inner turmoil, casting long shadows that mirrored his doubts. "Is this what I want? Just friendship?" he pondered, the gentle rhythm of Riko's departing footsteps punctuating his thoughts.
Being with her was undeniably pleasant, a balm to his often tumultuous days. Yet, as he watched her figure receding into the night, a realization dawned on him, bright and unyielding like the stars above. He yearned for more than just camaraderie; he longed to be by her side always, to hold her hand and share unspoken truths in the silence that falls between words.
"Alright, see you tomorrow at school," Riko had said, her voice carrying the lightness of routine farewells. But to Ryo, it felt like a chasm was opening between them with each step she took away from him.
Ryo's heart ached as he remembered the last time he held back his words, the last time he chose silence over expression. His brother had stepped into that car, and the opportunity to speak his heart was lost forever. A wave of sadness washed over him, the memory of his brother a poignant reminder of the fragility of moments and the weight of unspoken words.
As Riko's figure became smaller in the distance, Ryo's sadness morphed into determination. The night around him seemed to hold its breath, the world pausing in anticipation of his next move. With a resolve as firm as the ground beneath his feet, Ryo broke into a run, his voice slicing through the quiet of the evening.
"Riko!" he called out, his voice a beacon in the darkness.
Riko stopped, turning in surprise. "What's wrong?" she asked, her expression one of concern, illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights.
Ryo caught up to her, his heart pounding not from the run but from the leap he was about to take. Standing before her, he took a moment to gather his courage, the night air thick with expectation.
"Riko," he began, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging within him. "I like you."
The words hung in the air between them, a confession as vulnerable as it was sincere. Riko stood motionless, the silence stretching out like the vast expanse of the night sky overhead.
In that moment, Ryo felt as if he had laid his soul bare under the gaze of the universe. The admission of his feelings was a leap of faith, a hope that the bond they shared could blossom into something deeper, something enduring.
Before Riko could gather her thoughts and respond to Ryo's unexpected confession, he preempted her silence with a statement that underscored his determination not just on the court, but in matters of the heart as well. "I don't need your answer now," Ryo declared, his voice carrying the weight of his resolve. "Tell me tomorrow, after I beat Kise and his team." With those words, he turned on his heel and began to walk away, leaving Riko standing in the soft glow of the streetlight, her expression a complex tapestry of emotions.
Riko watched Ryo's retreating figure, her initial shock giving way to concern. The confidence in his stride couldn't mask the vulnerability of his confession, nor the magnitude of the challenge he had set for himself. The night around her seemed to hold its breath, the stillness amplifying the rapid beating of her heart.
As Ryo's silhouette blended into the darkness, Riko was left to ponder the revelation that had unfolded before her. She brought her hands to her face, a gesture of contemplation and disbelief. "Why did you have to fall in love... Idiot," she whispered to herself, her words barely audible against the backdrop of the night.
The silence that followed was filled with the weight of unsaid words and unexplored possibilities. Riko's whispered admonition hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the complexities of human emotions and the unpredictability of the heart. The night, a silent witness to their exchange, offered no answers, only the promise of a tomorrow filled with uncertainty and the hope of victory on the basketball court.
As Riko slowly made her way home, the quiet of the evening was a stark contrast to the turmoil within her. Ryo's confession and his bold declaration had stirred something in her, a mixture of admiration and apprehension. The game against Kise's team loomed large, not just as a pivotal moment in their season but now as the backdrop to a personal challenge that Ryo had set for himself—and, inadvertently, for Riko as well.
As Ryo made his way through the quiet streets, his steps were heavy with embarrassment and self-reproach. "Ahh, why on earth don't I think things through," he muttered to himself, replaying the moment of his confession over in his mind, each recollection sending fresh waves of embarrassment through him.
Just then, a familiar voice cut through his turbulent thoughts. "It's because you're very impatient," Kuroko stated, materializing beside him with his characteristic stealth.
Ryo jumped, startled by Kuroko's sudden appearance. "Damn it, Tetsu, stop doing that... Wait, you heard my confession?" he asked, a mix of dread and curiosity in his voice.
Kuroko replied matter-of-factly, "Remember, you said we'd go home together this morning." His calm demeanor was a stark contrast to Ryo's current state of panic.
"Oh, right... I forgot about that," Ryo admitted, momentarily distracted by his own forgetfulness. Then, quickly getting back to the point, he pressed, "Wait, answer my question."
Kuroko nodded, confirming Ryo's fears. "Of course, I saw it. It was very much like you—explosive, incoherent, and sudden," he observed, his voice neutral but not without a hint of empathy.
Ryo's heart sank a little. "Do you think I did it wrong?" he asked, seeking some reassurance from his friend.
Kuroko considered the question for a moment before answering with his usual honesty. "Well, I think even Tomoya might have done it better. You're good at reading the atmosphere in games, but not so much with human relationships," he said, his critique as straightforward as it was gentle.
Ryo couldn't help but feel a little offended by the comparison. "Don't talk like an alien," he retorted, a slight smirk appearing on his face despite the situation. It was a moment of levity in an otherwise tense evening.
As they continued their walk under the evening sky, Kuroko's voice broke the comfortable silence between them. "I would really like to win tomorrow," he said, a hint of determination lacing his words, his gaze fixed on the path ahead.
Ryo, ever the optimist, responded with confidence, "Of course, we will." His belief in their team's ability was unwavering.
Kuroko then added something that gave Ryo pause, a note of contemplation in his voice. "There's a high chance this might be the last tournament for the third-years."
Ryo, surprised, countered, "But there's still the Winter Cup." The Winter Cup was a beacon of hope, a chance for redemption and victory that loomed large in every high school basketball player's mind.
"Yes, but it's common for third-years to retire in the winter to study for university entrance exams," Kuroko explained, his tone matter-of-fact, reflecting a reality many student-athletes faced.
"But many third-years still play in the Winter Cup," Ryo pointed out, unwilling to accept the notion of their journey ending so soon.
Kuroko nodded, acknowledging the truth in Ryo's words. "Yes, but since Seirin already won it, I wouldn't be surprised if they decide to prioritize their studies." His words painted a picture of a future where basketball took a backseat to academic pursuits, a future Ryo hadn't fully considered.
Ryo looked up at the sky, the stars barely visible in the city's glow. "Riko will go to university next year," he whispered, more to himself than to Kuroko, the realization hitting him harder than he'd expected.
Kuroko, picking up on the shift in Ryo's mood, changed the subject. "Tell me, Ryo, have you considered playing in the United States?" His question was casual, but it carried weight, hinting at the potential futures that lay before them.
Ryo was taken aback. "Why do you ask? I've only been playing basketball for a few months; I doubt I'll go to the United States or anywhere else." His response was tinged with a mix of realism and a hint of disappointment, a rare admission of his perceived limitations.
Kuroko smiled, a gentle reassurance in his expression. "Well, then, I hope we'll continue to get along next year." His words were simple, but they spoke volumes, offering a sense of continuity and companionship that transcended the basketball court.
Ryo, momentarily confused by Kuroko's forward-looking statement, retorted, "What are you talking about, idiot? We're only in the summer." His tone was light, playful even, as he batted away the notion of worrying about the distant future.
Their conversation, a blend of hopes, dreams, and the harsh realities of life as student-athletes, carried them the rest of the way home. As they parted ways, the night felt a little less heavy, the weight of Ryo's confession and the uncertainty of the future offset by the reassurance of friendship and the shared goals that lay just on the horizon. Tomorrow's game loomed large, but for now, the promise of continued camaraderie was enough to face whatever challenges awaited.
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