10

When Izuki wasn't busy spinning puns, he was usually in the back of the lab, tinkering with spare parts. He wasn't big on programming like the rest of them were, even though it was an imperative skill in this day and age. He left that sort of work to temporary captain Riko and the Jack-of-All-Trades Koganei.

"Jack tried to jack the jack but the jack was too jacked to be jacked," he muttered to himself just as his newest creation came to life. "Brilliant!"

In his hand was a little robot with a camera that would signal back to its master and display a panoramic view of everything it recorded. Izuki hadn't tried it out yet, but he was pretty sure it could be controlled within a mile-radius circle and was waterproof. He had designed it to project back a 3D map onto the tablet he'd thrown in the corner somewhere, which would allow him to draw the robot's travel routes. It had a stealth function to evade any sort of detection and a durable, solar-absorptive crystal exterior to derive energy from the sun.

Hyuuga always used to call him a robot nut but Izuki knew that translated to a gruff compliment on his ability that allowed him to fluidly see or build 3D structures in his mind's eye. But that didn't mean he was some god of creation; Izuki was having a particularly hard time trying to build in the most crucial system—one that would disrupt electrical signaling and radio waves to create a 'black space'—or a space where no communication could be picked up or passed into.

Discontent, Izuki scratched his head. Maybe a consultation with Murasakibara would prove fruitful.

"Izuki-san."

Kuroko seemingly materialized from thin air, and Izuki let out a shriek that was several octaves too high to be dignified.

"K-Kuroko," Izuki said once he'd collected his wits about him, "what brings you here? Want me to show you something else? We can work on that robot we started a few days ago or—or not," he said when he saw Kuroko's expression.

Kuroko was a funny little boy, very vague-faced and rather bland. If it weren't for his electric blue hair and eyes, he'd be nothing more than a piece of furniture growing dusty in the shadows. Izuki chuckled to himself at the harsh description. He knew Kuroko was so much more than that. Like now. Although Kuroko's face was as blank as ever, it carried little subtleties—like the light shadows under his eyes and the little crease at the edge of his mouth—that let Izuki know there was something wrong.

"I needed someone to talk to."

Izuki blinked a few times before he put down his robot and tools.

"And what's that?"

Kuroko looked down.

"It might sound crazy," he said slowly, "and you might think that I'm being paranoid…"

Izuki laid a hand on Kuroko's shoulder, waiting until the boy looked up at him. He gave him his best smile.

"In my books, you're only paranoid if you think you have a pair of Noids on your tail," he said. At Kuroko's vapid stare, he shrank and explained, "Noid was a creepy mascot for one of America's pizza companies a century ago… get it… paranoid if you think some mascot is stalking you…"

Kuroko blinked, and Izuki desisted.

"Well, what's the story, then?"

Quietly, Kuroko told him. The Akashi heir being injected with something that made him fall back asleep; Akashi Masaomi's rather melodramatic presentation of an ill-veiled threat; prior dreams Kuroko had had about Masaomi hurling mirrors at his son. He relayed it all without his own bias and instead just gave Izuki the facts. No wonder Kuroko needed someone to talk to. Akashi Masaomi could probably shoot you in the head in broad daylight and bribe the media into keeping it under the wraps. And having seen what he'd seen just now, no doubt the boy's mind was teeming with darker thoughts.

Izuki watched as Kuroko's fingers began to tremble in spite of himself. He laid a hand on Kuroko's shoulder.

"Hey," he said. "It's okay. Thanks for telling me this. It must have been hard on you."

Kuroko looked down at his own hands. "I didn't expect to be affected this much."

"Reactions to traumatic experiences tend to manifest with a little delay after your mind has had time to process them," Izuki said. He ruffled Kuroko's hair. "I can see why you didn't tell us yesterday. You must have unconsciously wanted to forget, however momentarily."

Kuroko nodded.

"Don't worry, Kuroko," he said. "I know what you're thinking, but it could be anything, really. Akashi might have a sinister personality simmering beneath the surface, but the hospital could be keeping his son in a coma for health reasons. His concussion might not be healed, for instance, and regaining consciousness might lead to shock. I'm not dismissing your suspicions, but I'm just saying don't stress too much."

"Thank you," Kuroko said. "I really appreciate it."

"I'll discuss it with Riko at our meeting this afternoon." He peered at Kuroko, eyes glinting. "But just out of curiosity… why are you telling me all this? Riko would be better."

Kuroko shrugged. "Riko-san is always busy, and Koganei-san might not parse my story with the scrutiny you might. Besides, you've been spending more time with us than the others, teaching us about your lab and CloudLines. I guess you could say that," Kuroko paused, looking a little pensive, "you're like an older brother I'd go to for help. And I think the others feel the same way."

"Oh."

Izuki rubbed the back of his neck, a little abashed, unsure of whether to thank Kuroko. Izuki was touched. These days, he was feeling like an especially big waste of space, so to have Kuroko say something like that...

Izuki said, "Riko is really stressed and she would rather throw you out the window than listen to you right now. But Koganei surprises us sometimes. He's kind of oblivious and pretty gullible, but wisdom will sprout from his spout from time to time. Man, but this feels kinda weird… people usually go to Kiyoshi for these things. I guess it's a nice feeling to have someone rely on you for once," Izuki finished with a lopsided grin. Kuroko stared at him, and Izuki got the vague sensation that it was a curious gaze.

"People do rely on you," Kuroko said very plainly. "A lot. Kiyoshi-san included."

"You're mistaken," Izuki said with another wry smile. "He always goes to Riko or Hyuuga—when Hyuuga was here. Our lab used to do very code-heavy stuff to get our things working, so I usually just went and did my own thing while the rest of them worked together…"

It was the oddest thing. Kuroko's expression hadn't changed a mite, but Izuki could swear that he was laughing at him.

"I think that's because Kiyoshi-san was relying on you to be able to do your own thing," Kuroko said. "He trusted you that much, don't you think? And I bet that if you look back on things, you'll realize he always asks you for a second opinion."

"You think so?" Izuki mused. He glanced at Kuroko and saw those shadows in his eyes again. "There's something else, isn't there?"

"Yes," Kuroko said a little guiltily, "and it was more important than this. I meant to tell you all yesterday, but it completely slipped my mind. I received a strange phone call yesterday, from a woman…"

The warmth in Izuki's face drained as he listened to Kuroko's description of the voice, the message, and the dark conclusion. He ran a finger across his lips, eyes suddenly sharp, deep in thought.

"That doesn't sound good. Nothing that you told me sounds good."

"Do you know what it means?"

"I can't say for sure… I'm going to have to discuss it with the rest of the team when Hanamiya comes."

"Hanamiya?"

Izuki grumbled a little, twisting the screwdriver in his hands until it became a compact cube that fit into his flat toolbox.

"He's a bit of a cracked nut. I don't like him too much, but there's no doubt that he's skilled—and smart. Half the things the lab created wouldn't have been possible without him, but still, his ideals and words don't sit well with me. He's got an underhanded way of getting what he wants. Kind of like Kiyoshi," Izuki said, barking out a laugh, "but in a much more sinister way. Hopefully you'll never have to see what I mean. C'mon. I'll show you how to make a surveillance bot while we wait."

Aomine came wandering up from therapy an hour later and settled in one of the couches at the back of the lab, and when Izuki had finished demonstrating, Kuroko briefly filled him in on what was going on.

The mystery man Hanamiya finally made his appearance that afternoon. He arrived looking a little smug, with cold eyes that evaluated Kuroko with an equally chilly humor.

"The whole gang is here, huh?" he said, trailing a lazy gaze across Kuroko and Aomine. "The little brats whom you've taken into CloudLines…"

Riko shooed Hanamiya into a little conference room that was dimly lit, just like the rest of the lab, by an ever-running computer built into the wall. In a huff hours later, Izuki departed the group, and the meeting fell apart. Kuroko and Aomine were dozing off in the main room, blankets wrapped around their shoulders.

"So, figure anything out?" Aomine said, opening an eye lazily to watch Izuki aggressively brew a cup of tea. It was two a.m., but since he'd heard them say Momoi so often, he hadn't been able to fall asleep. Kuroko stirred beside him.

"You won't like it," Izuki said. His voice was a little harsher than usual and raw around the edges like he'd been yelling. But he brightened up a bit as he said, "It's gonna sound tearrible—I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."

"Give it to me straight."

"Well…" Izuki gave Aomine an appraising look. "The message Kuroko got was from Momoi."

"Satsuki? So she's fine?"

But Izuki didn't seem to hear him, or chose to ignore him. "We've been trying to decipher it this whole time. 'There is a parasite living off your light.' Was she talking to us? Or was she talking about Kuroko? What parasite is this? Is she referring to the viruses on our computers or something else?"

Izuki threw the teabag into the trash.

"'There are two new stars in the sky, but they are about to die. You must find them before they are extinguished.' We think this means that we're supposed to look out for two people—but we have no idea who they might be. Kiyoshi might, but he's not here. But that in itself is a slim chance. Koganei fancies that the two stars might be amongst the people who've gotten artificial eyes, but Riko thinks that's absurd. And then there's the issue of Momoi herself…"

There was a crack and a tinkle; Aomine looked over to see that Izuki had broken the handle off his cup. His hand dripped with blood as he hissed, and he clutched a towel to stem the bleeding.

"Are you…"

"Fine," Izuki said firmly. "Just… Sometimes, Hanamiya says some things that makes me want to pull those smug eyebrows right from his smug mug."

His expression grew dark as he muttered something to himself. The rag was tossed into the sink, stained red.

"Like?"

"'She's garbage on the road to us now,'" Koganei supplied as he skulked into the room. "And Riko somehow agreed."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Aomine said, rising. Izuki sighed and walked over to put a hand on his shoulder.

"Listen," he said gently. He closed his eyes. "Momoi might be dead."

The room was deathly silent. Kuroko's stomach sank.

"You're fucking with me."

But Izuki shook his head slowly, expression morose. "Momoi told us to give up on her, essentially implying there was no hope of rescuing her or escaping. And then… Kuroko told me about the gunshots…"

Aomine shook his head violently, knuckles white.

"So you guys are just going to… give up? Just decide that she's dead?"

Izuki sighed and punched Aomine in the chest lightly.

"I'm not. No matter what Riko and Hanamiya say, there's no way in heck I am until I see a body."

"Same here," Koganei said. He slunk up to Aomine and grabbed him around the neck to mess up his hair. "So don't you cry, kid."

"I'm not crying."

Izuki said something airily along the lines of you are inside. Aomine shoved Koganei's hand off and turned around.

Koganei rummaged around in a cabinet to produce a roll of bandages that he used to bind up Izuki's hand. "Don't worry about Riko. She'll come around sooner or later. She's stressed, and if she were less so, there's no way she'd give up on Momoi or even the Akashi heir like that. Just right now, she doesn't think we can take care of ourselves and have leftovers to worry about a kid whose value is unknown to us or about someone who might be dead. She says maybe the hospital is keeping him asleep for medical reasons. Maybe Kuroko was thinking too much."

"And what do you think?" Kuroko asked quietly.

"I find it hard to believe that Akashi Masaomi would do that to his kid. We've met with him a couple times, since we are the squad that he worked with to develop the artificial eye. He can be," Koganei hesitated, "a little scary at times, but he doesn't seem the type to use his power to hurt others, much less to hire an assassin to incapacitate his own son. And, moreover, what would the motive be?"

Izuki sent a sly grin to Kuroko like he was saying, see what I mean? Sometimes he surprises us.

"I know, with the things you've told us you've seen in person and in your weird visions, that it appears Akashi Masaomi has some hidden motives. I'm not saying that that's not true, but I think he cares about his son a lot. He might show it a little awkwardly, but—what he told you guys at the seminar, about how he became first interested in artificial sight, isn't the complete story. Actually, it began when his son got into an accident and lost an eye."

"His son lost an eye?" Aomine repeated.

Koganei nodded. "It happened a few years ago. And right after that, Akashi contracted us to accelerate the pace of our research. His son was actually the first ever to get an artificial implant. It was—it was rough. At the time, we could only make the iris yellow for some reason, but Akashi Masaomi wanted the surgery done as soon as possible for his son. And then he asked us to keep quiet about it because he didn't want his son to be pestered by the media or be paraded as a mascot for the first ever artificial eye."

Izuki flexed his bound hand. "And while we're on the topic—when we have time, we'll take a look at your eyes. Riko says it should be an easy fix. But for now, since it's not causing you any discomfort, we'll put it lower on the priority list. Now get to sleep," Izuki yawned. "It's too late for you, Kuroko, so just sleep here. We've got some beds in the walls…"

He pushed a control panel in the wall, and a column of three beds sprung out.

"Oh, and," Izuki said before he left them to sleep. He hesitated like he wasn't sure he should be saying it, but he leaned in close anyways and said lowly, "Be careful. Hanamiya seemed awfully interested in your visions."

Kuroko and Aomine settled in, but Kuroko could hear Aomine tossing and turning for a long while. It must have been near dawn when Aomine finally quieted down, and Kuroko finally fell asleep himself.

Kuroko dreamed of a land of bright sun and shimmering buildings. His dream body was scrolling through a CloudLines forum, written in—English, Kuroko believed. He picked up bits and pieces of it—manhunt, he thought he read. More missing. Bodies found.

The phone was put away, and now he was moving to the window. Down below, on the skywalk, was a massive crowd of people—protesters, he realized, holding signs that read FREEDOM OF SPEECH and FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHTS and WHERE IS MY NEIGHBOR? His gaze shifted to the horizon, where American flags billowed in a dry, polluted wind.

Then he was looking down at stubby fingers that, to him, looked so powerless in the wake of the protesters.

Kuroko slipped away from this vision and into a deep sleep.

Time had been passing. Days. Kuroko had been back in Akashi's room several times, but he'd seen neither nurse nor red-yellow eyes during those visits. The Akashi heir remained cold and silent. Kuroko wondered if he dreamed sometimes, or if he had visions.

It was raining now.

Someone had turned up the outside audio so that they could listen to the rain whisper along the steel and glass forest as they worked. Kuroko found himself twiddling with a few parts in the back of the lab. Izuki was out for supplies, and Koganei was collaborating with Murasakibara and Riko at the computers. After receiving a phone call, Hanamiya had gone out but promised to be back later.

Not too long after, Midorima had sent Kuroko, Aomine, Murasakibara, and Kise texts, asking them to meet up in the lab so that they could discuss some things about the Akashi Heir, the visions, and the room on the 44th floor. He'd been visiting his parents for the past three days, and was probably impatient for discussion. Takao was already here, and Kise was on the other side of the room, lounging in the couches and scrolling down CloudLines forums. Grunts from the corner told Kuroko that Aomine was still practicing his squats. He'd been doing nothing but that for the past few days, barely opening his mouth to speak. He must be worried about Momoi.

They'd heard nothing from Kiyoshi or Momoi. The entire lab was on edge. Anyone who could code was putting in overtime to keep up the defenses in the lab, because suddenly, they were being bombarded with hack after malicious hack that they could barely keep up with when Murasakibara wasn't around.

"I think you know already," Murasakibara was saying, "but they're sucking the information from your computers."

Kuroko heard Riko let out a ghost of a sigh, too tired to even try to be angry. He tried to focus on the skeleton of a robot in his hand. He wanted to replicate the surveillance robot Izuki had shown him the other day to show it to Izuki by the time he came back. Kuroko let a smile ghost his face as he fit together wheels and axles. He imagined this was what it was like to have an older brother. A warmth spread in his chest. Yes, it must be like this. Having the drive to make something that would make your 'older brother' proud.

"I know. That's why I'm keeping you here and wasting all our funds on your bottomless pit of a stomach. Can you do something about it?"

"Their virus has infected almost all your files, so it's impossible to extract it without corrupting your data, and it would take forever. You could try clean installing and setting up new protection and encryption…"

"But it may not be worth it," Riko murmured. Her eyes turned away. "We may have to leave this place…"

"Is it that bad?" Koganei said.

"Whoever's attacking you has broken through all but the most encrypted information," Murasakibara said. "I've put up layers of extra protection, so it should stave them off for a while, but they're pretty determined to get into every crack. Like syrup," he said thoughtfully. "I'm hungry."

"Koganei," Riko said dismissively. He pouted, but bounded off to the kitchen.

Murasakibara rose and stretched. "Over here, I've pulled up a list of all the functioning protection—firewalls and antiviruses and such—that you have left. They'll disappear when they've been breached or reappear if they fix and reinstate themselves. I've written one myself—called MCode, which will put up the same protection over and over again until I tell it to stop."

"Why repeatedly? Why not just once?"

Murasakibara scowled. "Because every program I write and put up around your information gets hacked into almost ten minutes after. It should be impossible to do that unless you know exactly how my program's constructed. It's like they're watching me put it together." He scratched his head, and a few loose strands went flying. "Annoying. I'm going out for a checkup."

"What about your food!?" Koganei squawked indignantly from the kitchen.

"I'll take it with me."

Murasakibara entered and reemerged from the kitchen and carried the food—frying pan and all—out the door. With a sigh, Riko tousled her hand and slumped into the chair. Kuroko wished he had something to say.

Aomine drawled from the couch, "If the data is so important, why don't you destroy it now?"

"Everything leaves a trace," Riko answered. "Even if you erase something, if you try hard enough, you can retrieve it. We can burn the physical drives since we didn't upload anything onto the Net, but…" She glanced at Aomine. "Momoi wouldn't have a way of reaching us again."

"I knew you'd come around!" Koganei crowed from the kitchen.

Riko turned red and gnashed out, "Shut up!"

Kuroko smiled. A completed robot was finally in his hands. He'd show it to Izuki later and maybe learn something else.

It was never supposed to be like this.

All Hyuuga wanted was a quiet stalking time. Just—get some fresh air, keep an eye on his former colleague and best friend from in between the bushes—never mind the strange stares he was getting. He swore, he wasn't engaging in criminal behavior; he wasn't trying to assassinate anyone, he was just—

He just wanted to see how Izuki Shun, his old friend, was doing.

"Mama, he's butt naked—"

"Don't look!"

Butt naked? Him? Excuse you, little child, he was currently wearing a magnificent crown of leaves and branches—an impeccable disguise, should he say so himself. And he would say so himself. His glasses gleamed proudly in the wincing sun.

"Hey, you! I could get you arrested for public indecency!"

A few police beatings later, and Hyuuga was dressed in jeans, a shirt, and a sweater, and skulking sullenly in the shadows ten steps behind Izuki. Miraculously, the man had been so caught up in some yellow book—was that a puns book, yes it was—that Hyuuga had time to do all that shopping and get dressed. He shook his head, promising to give Izuki a good scolding the next time he saw him—

Which would, of course, be never.

Hyuuga really shouldn't be here.

"Just looking," he sulked to himself. "Making sure everything's okay."

(Really, it was just that Riko's words had rattled him more than they should have. He would never admit it, though.)

Izuki was leaving the bookstore owned by that crazy old shopkeeper who had a mild hoarding disorder. Hyuuga knew. He'd walked on jars of preserved frogs before and knew that the old man had rows and rows of bent paperclips from the 2010s and even a few antique guns nobody (except Hyuuga) knew how to shoot anymore. Hyuuga scowled at that thought, which trailed into a multitude of other, darker thoughts, which—

Focus! He slapped himself across the face. Izuki had purchased that damnable puns book and was walking down the skywalk with his nose buried in it. Hyuuga chased after him with the stealth of a pro ninja cat. Never mind the Hoverboards he knocked over.

It was going all well until the first shot blasted the book out of Izuki's hand.

The second shattered a shop window, the impact an inch above Izuki's head.

The third buried itself into the skywalk.

The bullets were silver and melted into a clear liquid that sizzled through the metal skywalk.

People were running; Izuki had disappeared from Hyuuga's sight. But whoever was sniping was still shooting. The shots were silent, but he could hear more glass shattering. Hyuuga dived into the bookstore Izuki had just left, chest heaving.

There was a small blast not too far down in the skywalk, burning a hole that went straight through ten feet of reinforced steel and concrete. The sniper had switched to explosion bullets. An attempt to clear the area of non-targets to get a better focus on Izuki, Hyuuga guessed. That was what Hyuuga would do if he were the assassin.

Hyuuga squeezed his eyes shut, sweat trickling down his face. He'd promised himself to never get involved again. But that was Izuki being shot at, his best friend, and he couldn't just sit like a legless chicken and do nothing about it—

Another explosion down the skywalk.

Something snapped.

"Fuck it!"

He darted into the antique bookshop and burst past the terrified old shopkeeper. The antique gun was still there—but of course there were no bullets in it.

"AMMO?" he roared at the old man, who jumped and fumbled in his drawers. Bless him and his mild hoarding disorder. Hyuuga would never think ill of him again.

The gun was one from 2020, styled after Western traditional guns, with a long barrel and a dinted old scope. It was heavy in his hands, nothing like the sleek, silver things the military waved around these days. He was surprised that a traditional assassin had even been hired—people, more often than not, chartered illegal drones to do this sort of dirty work.

No matter. Even as Hyuuga felt sweat collecting in his palms, he forged onwards, slipping four bullets into the gun and holding it ready. He needed to get to higher ground.

He raced to the roof. People below were screaming, running, ducking under restaurant tables. He could see Izuki, squeezed in between two walls, with his pale face and narrowed eyes scanning the skies. What kind of hiding spot was that?

"Freaking idiot. Useless without me."

Even as he said those words, Izuki spotted him. They locked eyes for what seemed a century, and Hyuuga's lungs seemed to lift beyond his throat.

Izuki jerked his hand north. There.

Hyuuga gritted his teeth in a ferocious smile. That idiot had always had good eyes.

He missed working with him.

He calmed himself with deep breaths, on his stomach and setting up the gun steadily. Where Izuki had motioned, he could see the pinprick of light that was the reflection off a gun. He only had one shot. Miss, and the culprit would be off, running.

But don't kill him.

Hyuuga's hand slipped. The assassin let off another round of bullets, right at Izuki. Hesitating no more, Hyuuga stared down the scope, counted to three, then pulled the ancient trigger.

The window in that building shattered. He'd missed. He fired again, but he knew the assassin was already long gone.

He shouted a coarse thanks to the shopkeeper as he bounded out to the skywalk. Hyuuga wasn't too far off from Izuki. In refuge, people goggled at him from the windows as he raced past. A small crowd of braver individuals was gathering. His heart sank.

Had he been too late again?

"Out of my way—move!"

As he fought through the crowd, he prayed to a god he knew didn't exist. He got a glimpse of blood, and he lunged forward.

"Izuki—!"

Izuki Shun lay slumped against the wall, hand pressed against his abdomen in an attempt to staunch the blood. His chest heaved, but he still managed to summon a smile upon seeing Hyuuga.

"Hey," he said weakly. "You're late to the party. It was a blast."

Hyuuga burst out into hysterical laughter and tore off his sweater to dig it a little too deep into Izuki's wounds.

"Shut the fuck up."

Sweaters wouldn't do much in the wake of the acid bullet that had dissolved in Izuki's abdomen. The man was so pale that he was turning green. It must hurt like hell. There was no way having your insides eaten and blistered didn't. He hauled Izuki to his feet, trying to ignore the way Izuki's cry of pain scraped his throat.

"Damn it," Hyuuga said, breaking out into a sweat. The nearest garage was so far away. Izuki might bleed to death by the time they made it. Calling for an emergency pod, an EP, would be no good; they would be taken straight to the ER, and who knew what kind of hired doctors were there, waiting to finish the job the assassin failed.

He fumbled with his phone, praying to some stray god that it would be Izuki's bridge—his last hope—to safety.

"Hyuuga," Izuki gasped out. "Hyuuga, did you hear about the graveyard?"

"No, and I don't want to!" he snarled, dragging Izuki out of the alley. People tried to stop him, saying they had called for an EP, but he was having none of it. "Pick up, damn it!" he roared into his phone.

"Whoa, easy on the decibels there, man. What's the problem?"

"Tell me you're in the goddamn country. Tell me you're in Teikou!"

"You're in luck. I am, and I'm even in my flight pod. Need me to pick you up?"

Hyuuga gritted his teeth in a wild grin.

"Yeah, Nijimura. That's exactly what I need. Hear that, Izuki? You're gonna be fine."

But he could feel that Izuki was losing consciousness, his weight sagging in Hyuuga's grip. Izuki cracked open an eye.

"The graveyard, Hyuuga," he whispered, and Hyuuga wanted to yell at him to shut up, that he would be fine, that there was no way Hyuuga was going to let him die. "People are dying to get in there."

And just like that, he slipped away.

I HATE DIALOGUE. Literally nothing happened this chapter except for dialogue that didn't even reveal much. I am so sorry.

Literally you guys are too kind so here's a long ass chapter I stitched together with a cliffhanger tacked on (and it didn't take 5 months!). I feel like everyone is slowly going OOC as it's been a while since I've last read/watched anything KnB related. Tell me what you think.

So I've realized it's literally only been a week or two weeks since Kuroko has gotten his sight back, and they're all so chummy already. Whoops. May change that in later rewrites or something, because this is FRIENDSHIP FIC WOO POWER OF FRIENDSHIP and right now it's going way too fast.

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