Naughty Dog - Kuroko Tetsuya x Reader

Tetsuya #2 was misbehaving. There was only one person who could find out why - you.

“Nigou!” Kuroko Tetsuya called, searching the vicinity. The small Alaskan Malamute pup was no where to be seen. It was quite odd - Nigou almost always stayed by the light blue haired teen’s side, as his loyal furry best friend.

“Kuroko.” An unamused voice spat. A small glint of light blinded Kuroko for a second, before fading to reveal the spectacles of a certain green haired shooting guard that reflected the sunlight.

A furry tail wagged, connected to the dog that Kuroko was searching for all this time. The little puppy was almost grinning, sky blue eyes shining with mirth. Midorima was holding Nigou by the scruff of his neck.

“Oh, thank you Midorima-kun.” Kuroko took Nigou from the man and bowed.

Midorima’s green eyes showed irritation at how Nigou seemed so pleased with what he had done. “I insist that you get that dog of yours under check.” The tall boy grumbled.

“Hm?” Kuroko blinked in confusion.

“He peed in my cart!” Midorima raged, pointing to the vehicle at the side. Takao waved from where he was seated on the bicycle’s seat. “And it was right where I put my lucky newspaper!”

“I apologize then.” Kuroko said somewhat blankly and definitely not sorry enough for Midorima. “But it couldn’t have been fully Nigou’s fault. He’s been potty trained on newspaper. It was just a bit of misfortune.”

“Hahahaha! Shin-chan did say earlier today that Cancers were second to last in luck!” The jubilant black haired boy yelled from his spot on the cart.

“Takao, shut up.” Midorima was pissed. He was especially annoyed because the two points added up and made sense that it wasn’t fully the puppy’s fault. Peeved, Midorima realized that his argument was now invalid.

“Just take that dog to the Dog Whisperer!”

- Time Skip -

Kuroko never did. It wasn’t that he disliked them. If anything, it was the fact that he definitely didn’t dislike them. Kuroko ignored that last thought, and told himself that he refused to go see you because Nigou was not a bad dog. It was just for that reason - nothing else.

Unfortunately the next event occurred, only to a different victim.

“Gah! Kuroko, get that dog of yours under control!” Kagami, the recent target of the adorable pup, was currently standing at the highest point of the closed bleachers in the gym. Shivering a bit in fear, the redhead was relieved that the short dog couldn’t jump to the top.

“Kagami-kun, Nigou just likes you.” Kuroko stated plainly, picking up the Alaskan Malamute and holding it closer to the elevated Kagami.

Freaking out, Kagami screamed and drew even closer to the wall. “Stop that, you bastard!”

“Oi!” A basketball was thrown at Kagami’s head, hitting him directly and causing the male to fall off the seats. Kagami groaned in pain, before looking in the direction of the voice. Kuroko, who also peered at the new person, flinched. Aida Riko was fuming, glaring at the two males with a burning stare. “You two, go do your laps. Now.” She smiled.

Kuroko and Kagami were quick to comply.

After practice, Kuroko and Kagami finished showering in the locker rooms. In the middle of putting on his shirt, Kuroko temporarily paused in dressing when he heard an indignant screech.

Stomping over was Kagami, again. “Why the hell am I always targeted by that little demon?!” The tall basketball player whipped out one of his shoes, which contained a small clump of dog poop.

Kuroko looked over to Nigou, who barked and wagged his tail. “Nigou, that’s not nice.” The little dog didn’t seem to feel any regret at all. Turning back to Kagami, Kuroko finished putting on his last article of clothing, the shirt, and he said, “I’m sorry. I’ll buy you your dinner at Maji Burger.”

Kagami growled, putting on his one clean shoe and stormed out the door. The walk to the fast food restaurant was silent, but tense. Kagami glared at anyone who looked at him weirdly for wearing only one shoe.

Kuroko entered first, quietly, and walked undetected to a table. Kagami, on the other hand, slammed the door open in his rage, and sat down at Kuroko’s table. Huffing, Kagami ordered his food, scaring the waiter, and Kuroko got his usual vanilla milkshake.

When the orders arrived, Kagami’s hand instantly shot out to confiscate Kuroko’s drink. “Nope.”

“Kagami-kun, that’s mine. Please give it back.” Kuroko-kun looked as emotionless as ever, only his voice sounded slightly strained in annoyance.

“Go see (Name) and have her find out why Nigou’s being so naughty today.” Kagami commanded, avoiding any grabs that Kuroko made towards his beloved milkshake.

Kuroko stiffened, and said, “No.” He looked away from Kagami to out of the window. His ears were red.

“Oh come on! Be a man!” Kagami grumbled. “(Name) might be a bit of the mischievous type, but she won’t bite you or anything.”

“Please be quiet, Kagami-kun.”

“You need the Dog Whisperer to examine the reasons of why Nigou is misbehaving.” Kagami prodded. “Until then, no vanilla milkshakes.” Kagami casually brought the straw to his mouth, drinking Kuroko’s precious order.

Kuroko’s eye twitched a bit at being taunted by his best friend. “Fine.” If it was for his favorite drink, then it certainly was worth it.

Kuroko exited the shop, finding Nigou waiting outside patiently. “Let’s go visit (Name)-san.” Nigou ran around Kuroko in a circle, seemingly elated. The Phantom Sixth Man sighed. At least your house was only a block or two away from Maji Burger.

.

.

.

.

.

“Oh Tetsuya, what a surprise!” You grinned. Opening the door, you had expected to see some salesperson, but were pleasantly surprised to see your favorite person. “I feel so loved!” You teased, sauntering into the house and gesturing for Kuroko to follow.

Kuroko’s face heated up a bit at the word and how casually you said his first name, and groaned inwardly. He preferred to avoid you because you often teased him. It was annoying how just a small action or comment from you could fluster the normally pokerfaced and taciturn male. He didn’t like to acknowledge that there was a particular reason why you could break his mask so easily.

“So, what do ya need?” You asked, smiling cheekily.

“Nigou’s been acting up.” Kuroko stated simply.

“Oh! Where is he? I love that little guy!” You exclaimed. You adored Nigou a lot - your affection for the puppy was equal to that for your own dogs. The Alaskan Malamute was brought into sight, and you squealed. “Awwwww!” You hugged the dog to your chest, and he licked your face.

“(Name)-san, the diagnosis, please.”

“Okay, okay.” You let go of Nigou and looked into his familiar eyes. They were so alike to Kuroko’s, only these ones were much more open and easier for you to read. You were called a Dog Whisperer because you understood canines and their behavior. There was something almost supernatural though about how you could read a dog’s thoughts.

“Do you see why he’s been misbehaving?” Kuroko questioned. You laughed really hard at something that Nigou told you. Uh oh, this couldn’t be good.

“Aw, Nigou was only acting bad because he wanted you to visit me since I haven’t seen you in a few weeks! He’s such a sweetie!” You chuckled, and added, “I missed you, Tetsuya.”

Kuroko ignored the impact of your words on his heart beat.

“Hm?” You read some more comments from Nigou. “Oh, so the reason why Tetsuya avoids me is because I make him flustered. Oh ho ho, I see.” Kuroko’s eye twitched. “Why is that? ...he has feelings for me?”

Kuroko’s heart stopped at that - he didn’t expect Nigou to confess for him. He looked to you with bated breath.

“...Bwahahahaha!” You laughed, almost causing Kuroko to animefall. “Why I’m flattered, Tetsuya! I love myself too.” You were taking it as a joke. Kuroko’s eye twitched, again. He was doing that a lot today. “Kyahahahaha, hey Tetsuya, do you-”

Your words were cut off as you felt the lightest pressure on your lips. It was a fleeting feeling, and the touch left as abruptly as it came.

Silently and with the blankest pokerface yet, Kuroko picked up Nigou and walked to your front door, exiting your house without another word.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

“Wait, Nigou wasn’t kidding?!”

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Walking home with his trusted dog, Kuroko glanced down at the puppy who seemed overly pleased. “Nigou, you are a naughty dog.”