Disclaimer: I don't own own Kuroko no basket or its characters and nevertheless will. Any and all pictures I use are NOT mine.

Every day I find myself falling deeper into the darkness beneath me. "I'm fighting for them, I can do this, if only for them." I tell myself this every day, I tell myself that it's only because they don't know, their hateful words would stop if I they knew, but they can't, and the words continue. They wrap around my souls like a rope around my neck, squeezing, threatening to break it. But it doesn't, because they need me.

Hello my name is Kuroko Tetsuya, and all these cuts, bruises, gashes, broken, sprained and fractures bones are for them. All for them.