So, yeah, it looks like my extreme love for a certain Kaijou High Basketball Captain couldn't leave me alone. I just had to make a fic for him - kinda. So far, I've only found about two fics focusing on Kasamatsu and that's sad, man, it really is! So, here we go! Actually, while the main guy will be Kasamatsu, there will be more KuroBasuke guys finding love in this story, somewhat like those movies where there are so many people and they end up all connected in the end? Yeah... Oh, one more thing. I love canon pairings when they make sense, I really do. Which is why there will be two of them in this fic. BUT! I'm talking about heterosexual ones THAT MAKE SENSE! Seeing as there are only two main girls in the anime, you can kind of guess the couples. The rest of the guys I'll be putting here will be coupled with OCs. Why? Because it's the only logical way for them to be in a relationship. And I don't mean with each other. I'm not against homosexuality if anyone feels the urge to point fingers and accuse, in fact, two of my OCs are together, and believe you me, they're gifted down there in the same way - if you know what I mean. So there WILL be a gay couple, but they WILL NOT be canon characters. If there was a clue about such a relationship existing in the anime or manga (like that gay couple from Shitenhouji in Prince of Tennis, or Luka and Yuki in UraBoku), I wouldn't mind, but I don't exactly consider Kuroko's close friendship with Aomine or Kagami, or the bond Midorima and Takao somehow manage to maintain, a clue of romantic possibilities. I am like that with my female friends as well, maybe even worse, that doesn't make me a girl in love.

THEREFORE, ALL OF YOU OCS HATERS, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. THIS IS A MULTI-OC FIC, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, TOUGH SHIT, CLOSE THE TAB IN WHICH YOU OPENED THE STORY AND READ SOMETHING ELSE! IF THERE IS NOTHING NICE TO SAY, DON'T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL, AND IF THIS KIND OF THING IS NOT YOUR THING, NO ONE IS GOING TO JUDGE YOU FOR SIMPLY IGNORING IT!

Guys I'm certain I will use for pairings: Kasamatsu (duh!), Kise (I'm 50% on this one), Kagami, Midorima, Kuroko.

Supporting canon characters: Aomine, Momoi, Riko, Takao, Murasakibara, Hyuuga.

This is a fic concerning the characters AFTER they have graduated. Kasamatsu is 33 years old in this one, so you can estimate the rest of the people given this info, right? Also, while the story progresses, you may want to see some other KnB guys in love. Guys I may have overlooked. In that case, just ask me about it and I might find a way to squeeze them in, too.

This world, people say, is quite small, and yet, the possibilities of what one person can do in it, are numerous. You meet people, who know other people, and, sometimes, you chance upon a "crossroad" in human affairs, one that you never expected to find. You start your life with plenty of dreams and plans in mind, only to later realize that reality has other paths ready for you to walk on.

If you had asked, with no small amount of bravery, what Kasamatsu Yukio's life as an adult would be like, you would have at first been yelled or scowled at - at the very least, knowing the violent side of his that some people, especially Kise, got to witness one too many times - and then you would have gotten yourself glared at by those soulful blue eyes. Because, at that time, school and basketball were more important than future plans - hell, if he could, he wouldn't even bother with classes at all.

Not that he was a brainless jock, mind you. Not at all. One does not simply become Kaijou's Basketball Captain if he's just a single-minded sports freak. [1] He was just too focused on the present and the near future to worry about the coming decade or so - let alone the years after that. Graduation would come soon, anyway, and there was also the Job Consultation Day [2], if he was to write down one decision. Still, with his love for the sport he was so good at, his final choice was a surprise even to him.

Now, more than a decade later, the former captain would sometimes look back in his memories, and still not believe the path he had found himself walking on. Graduating from Geidai's Department of Music [3] with flying colors, becoming one of the most wanted composers, it could still seem like a dream to him at times. Who would have a thought that the strict and tense boy's hobby of playing that guitar of his would prove to take him places?

But, should the teenage from back then somehow manage to travel to the future, the biggest surprise would have come at the form of his social circle. Some of those people he expected, some others he didn't, yet, even so, having your own "gang" of individuals that you have met through a sport which you ended up not pursuing as an adult, is quite a shock in itself - especially since none of said individuals had gone pro, either. A group of people so different from each other, and with rarely an ounce of common ground, who, somehow, functioned so well, they had actually stuck together for a long, loooooong decade and made no move to break apart.

The Sunday cookouts twice a month, and the Friday poker nights every week, were proof enough that things were more than well, no matter how strange the group seemed at first glance. And the fact that he, himself, was coming home now from such one cookout, with a smile on his face as he remembered their antics, showed how much he enjoyed their company, even if he never said so aloud.

As he exited the elevator, he noticed a man standing at the door next to his own. His clothes were perfectly detailed and chosen, to the point where it looked like his whole outfit had been tailored straight on his body to suit him flawlessly. His carefully styled sandy-blonde bed head was bowed as the man was rummaging through his camera bag for his keys. At last, he sighed in defeat, and rang the bell.

While he waited patiently, he noticed Kasamatsu's presence, and turned to look at him, as the latter easily took out his own keys and inserted them, unlocking his own door. The composer then turned to his neighbor, opening his door a fraction and offering a miniscule smile.

"Good evening, Koizumi-san", he greeted, knowing that proper manners demanded he at least offered some kind of help should his neighbor need it - which he probably did, due to him forgetting his keys again.

"Kasamatsu-san", the man smiled - though, unlike Kasamatsu who was just being polite, this one's warm smile fully blossomed on his face and reached his sea-green eyes. Koizumi Kazuya was not one who offered false smiles, if he could help it. "Good evening. It's Sunday, so I take it you're back from your friendly gathering?"

He nodded, appreciating the blonde's effort of making small talk instead of panicking and yelling at his ear, asking for help. "Want to come inside till your flatmate is home? I doubt any locksmith would be available at such a time and day. "

"Oh, no, Jun is already home", Kazuya raised his hands to prevent his neighbor from going into any trouble for him. He turned his gaze to the door again. "Maybe she didn't hear the bell? "

"We could call her from my place", Kasamatsu offered again, knowing it would be rude to leave the kind man out there, and remembering the fact none of them carried a cell phone around on Sundays. In truth, he was hoping the man would decide already. He really needed a shower and a good night sleep before Monday officially came to push him back into his busy schedule. And he was quickly losing what little of patience God had gifted him to begin with.

The carefully styled male opened his mouth to reply, when the door finally opened, making both of them to look at the figure that was revealed. Painted pink nails lazily moved long, luscious, steel-blue tresses away from a strong shoulder, and the locks went back to meet their "sisters" under the woman's curvy behind. Sultry amber eyes took in the scene in the hallway without a care in the world, and a generous bust lumped a little at the sigh that escaped a pair of unpainted yet sensual lips.

"Forgot your keys again, I see, Kazu", Kazuya's flatmate commented in her usual low tone, as she crossed her arms, making her breasts stick out even more.

Her usual scent of gardenia reached Kasamatsu's nose as she stepped a little more out of the doorway, but it was overpowered by another smell. It smelled almost like ... well, ink and paper. Kazuya smelled it, too, apparently, as he sniffed the air and then frowned at her disapprovingly.

"Jun", he rubbed his temple in annoyance, "it's Sunday. What could possibly posses you to work on a day like this? "

She raised an eyebrow as if to say "challenge accepted" and started counting on her fingers mockingly "Money. My deadline is getting closer each day. Plot bunnies. I was bored. I had extra servings of belgian waffles while you were out (at this, Kazuya twitched) and the sugar high was too great for me to relax. Oh, and the needle-wielding maniac has settled his butt on our couch, so I had to tune him out somehow. "

"I told you to stop calling Kin-chan like that and - wait, Kintarou is here?! ", her flatmate stopped in the middle of what looked like a daily scolding, and his face lit up like a kid's that had just met Santa. Grinning like an idiot, he hastily bade Kasamatsu "a very good night" and sidestepped the woman to rush into their shared apartment.

Said woman wasn't in the least offended, and, finally, she locked eyes with the other male standing in the hallway. At first Kasamatsu thought she would actually talk to him - which would prove to be a problem, since his nervousness towards the fair sex had lessened only around those women he knew at least a little more personally - , but then her empty gaze turned away, as she gave him her back and closed the door behind her.

Now most people - and especially him, who was an individual much too easy to anger - would have fumed at the rudeness of the woman's actions. But, from his life at this particular apartment block for five years now, Kasamatsu had already accepted the fact that Kazuya's flatmate, Hayashi Junko, would never actually greet any person or even acknowledge them properly - he doubted she even knew how. Her criteria on who was worthy of her attention seemed to escape almost everyone but her, too. Personally, he found it relaxing that he didn't have to converse with her like society's manners demanded him to.

It wasn't like he knew anything interesting about her, anyway, he thought as, after his much-needed shower, he allowed his tired muscles to relax on his comfortable and rather inviting bed. Not that he wanted or needed to know. All the important facts were that she lived next door with a man that he pretty much suspected to be her boyfriend (in fact, all of their neighbors thought the same), that she actually had a job - what exactly it was, he still hadn't figured out - , and that her boyfriend (seriously, Kazuya was one lucky bastard to be called that, even Kasamatsu wasn't blind or shy enough to not admit that much, he had perfect eyesight, thank you very much) had her on a strict diet which somehow didn't manage to take away her most important curves, and yet kept her from gaining unwanted weight - and which was often a reason for the couple to scream at each other, as he himself could testify he heard so from the other side of the thin walls between the two apartments ...

Ah, yes, the walls, he inwardly reminded himself, growling, as a faint and quite nerve-wracking banging started penetrating his moment of peace. Those god forsaken walls that for the life of him he could have sworn didn't look like being so thin back in the day he had bought this place. He changed sides, bringing his pillow over his head to at least muffle some of the sound. No such luck. Groaning, he gave up, and rose to look for his headphones in hopes of falling asleep to some music.

If there was one thing he knew for sure about Hayashi Junko, it was that when she and Kazuya decided to have some "quality time" together, their damn bed would bang on the very same wall behind Kasamatsu's headboard, with Kazuya being quite vocal about his pleasure. And that was the one trait he actually hated ...

He really had to corner Kazuya and have a real long talk about it if he wanted to get some real sleep anytime soon ...

[1] I just had to pull a LOTR moment there, sorry ^_^

[2] I'm not exactly sure this is how it's called or if it even exists. Here in Greece we have no such day, we simply write applications to unis after those big-ass exams, but in the Tokimeki Memorial games there was such a thing, so I just improvised there ...

[3] Geidai is another way to call Tokyo's University of the Arts, which, yes, does have a Department of Music, with composition in its list of programs. I wasn't really certain of where Kasamatsu would have to study, of course, so I just took a wild guess there based on his hobby, and then I searched online for unis or colleges of that sort, and picked the one whose name appealed to me the most :)

Whew! Quite a long chapter for a first one ... Anyway, I meant what I said at the beginning, if you like it, and feel like telling me so, please do, if you don't, don't bother, seriously. I'm only doing this just for fun and to get out of my funk, and this is what I came up with.