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Come here, kitty, kitty! - Sylus (Part 2)

Summary: The curse of the Evol cats wears off. Majority of it, at least. Sylus finds himself in his 'human' form. However, your reaction is not what he expected. He thinks you're one of the most interesting persons he has ever met.

Warnings: None. Fluff. I really think Sylus is a green flag. Man is guarded, but when he opens up he's a softie. Tall, dark and handsome lol. He is whipped. It turned kinda angsty (sowwy). Slight - perhaps - spoiler/theory about his past if you squint.

Also, thank you to everyone who read part one! I am truly happy that so many of you enjoyed it!

And thank you to the Anon that messaged me! I am truly happy you loved the story! Thank you!

You can read PART 1 here!

The sun filters through your broken blinds. You scrunch your nose, eyelids fluttering until they fully open. Your [e/c] eyes meet your old wooden ceiling. A yawn leaves your lips as you stretch.

"Good morning."

"Morning!" You chirp reflexively, yawning once again.

Wait.

Slowly, you turn your head.

Sylus smirks, wondering if your half asleep brain has finally caught up on what is going on.

"Um..." You stutter, tugging the blanket closer to you. "Hi..?"

The smirk disappears from his face at your tame reaction. Every time he thinks he's got you figured out, you surprise him.

You should've been screaming, trying to get away from him, hurling objects in his direction.

Instead you're looking at him with more curiosity than shock.

"Red?"

He meets your eyes, and nods. "You don't seem surprised."

"I am!" You assure. "It's just... I don't know how to react. I mean... You looked so familiar. And when I looked into your eyes... I realized you were my little kitty."

"Your little kitty?"

A little flustered, you hurry to correct yourself. "I mean... the... the kitty..."

Rising his hand, he stops you. "Now, I do not like owing people. But you took me in and fed me. So thank you, kitten. Name your price."

Eh? A bit flabbergasted, you stare at him. "P... price?"

"Yes."

Honestly, you just want one thing. "Can I pet your ears?"

Pet his ears... is that what you want? Well, who is he to deny such request?

Rather than giving his verbal approval, Sylus leans down, so that you can reach the twitching ears atop his head.

He is a bit uneasy when your hand first makes contact with one of his ears, but he realizes that, just like yesterday, you're being careful and mindful. His ears are sensitive, but the way you're caressing them feels tolerable nice.

"You're a cute big cat." You smile, switching your attention to his other ear.

A tiny gasp leaves your lips as he leans into your touch, a lot more instinctively than consciously.

"If you tell anyone about this, there will be consequences."

You can't help but giggle, solemnly nodding. "Nobody will know."

He nodded, satisfied, and once you have had your fill, he moves away.

"Can I have your name?"

Normally, he wouldn't reveal his identity. However, because he is almost one hundred percent sure you don't know who he is, he complies.

"Sylus."

"How can I get you back home, Sylus?"

"I'd need to borrow your phone, kitten."

You nod, and without an ounce of hesitation, hand him your device, which had charged during the night.

Sylus uses the special code from the unknown number to contact the twins, which soon reply that they will be on their way shortly.

They don't press for any answers when he asks them to bring him a change of clothes.

Good. He is not in the mood to be answering anything.

At around an hour later, he has changed into his suit, and he walks out of your small bathroom, buttoning his dress shirt at the wrist.

"Thank you again for your... hospitality." He reiterates.

You nod, offering some water bottles to the masked individuals that came to pick up the 'boss', as they've called him.

"I hope to see you again, Sylus." You say softly, walking him to the door.

The taller male hesitates for one second, before looking down at you. "I look forward to it, kitten." He says.

This isn't going to be the last time you see him.

He's going to make sure of it.

Once he is back in his penthouse on N109 zone, Sylus can't help but feel bored.

His eyes darken as Mephisto updates him on your whereabouts. He clicks his tongue, expertly maneuvering a golden bullet with his fingers.

Money and power can give him anything he wants.

Except that the one thing he wants is priceless.

His Evol turns to dust the bullet in his hand as he decides his course of action.

Sylus has always found humans interesting, but you... are a complete enigma.

He wants to know every little detail. What makes you smile, what makes you sad. What ticks you, what excites you.

He wants things to go organically. The two of you have a bond, already, and he would never force you into anything, but he's quite sure that you're also thinking about him.

Fate... is cruel.

But it is wise.

You have found each other, and he firmly belives there is a reason why.

Maybe in this life, there is a hope for happiness for him.

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TikTok trend goes wrong (Or does it?) - Rafayel, Xavier, Zayne, Sylus.

Summary: Reader watches a trendy TikTok video, and wants to try it out with the boyfriend. It goes wrong. (Though it really doesn't.)

Warnings: Just to be safe NSFW. A bit suggestive. Sylus being Sylus. Xavier being, well, a freak! Xavier. Raf can flirt! I got carried away with Zayne, I'm sowwy. Fluff, romance, you choose if reader is MC or not. Characters might be OOC.

Thank you for all the support on the previous fic! I'm sorry for any typos or weird phrasing, English is not my first language :c

Rafayel was minding his business in Mo Art Studio when you, oh not so kindly, had interrupted his painting session.

As much as he loved and adored you with every fiber of his being, he was trying his hardest to focus because he had a horrific deadline that he had to meet with that particular work of art.

And you wandering around and rambling about your day was not helping. He had asked begged you to give him some time, promising to entertain your every whim once he finished.

Being the amazing partner that you were, you decided to comply. Not before pouting as he mumbled how you had 'stolen' his inspiration, though. Jerk.

You sat down on a bench outside, scrolling through your phone when you landed on a Tiktok trend that caught your attention.

Your cheeks blushed a pretty pink as you saw a handful of girls walking in naked while their partners worked from home. Although their reactions were varied, you wondered just... how would Rafayel react.

Well, if you had 'stolen' his inspiration... you might as well help him find it again.

Making your way to the bathroom with a little bit of courage and a little bit of nervousness, you prayed to God that your plan worked.

The stall was a little small, and you couldn't help but let out a hiss as your elbow met the metal door. "Ow, argh! Dang it!"

Rubbing your sore elbow, you put on the artist apron you had 'borrowed' from the back of a chair on your way to the bathroom. It covered your front, but... not your back. Anyway! You were already too invested in this to go back now!

Thankfully, nobody else was present at the Art Studio at that time, so your made your way back to him.

"Raf!" You called.

Rafayel cursed under his breath, his paintbrush almost slipping through his fingers as he turned to meet you.

"Baby girl, I told you not to- Oh." Oh. For the love of Lemuria... "Wha-wh... what are you... what are you wearing?" He stuttered, though unabashedly stared you up and down.

"Me? Oh... an apron!" You answered innocently, skipping towards the ladder he was perched on, your bra-less breasts bouncing underneath the apron.

"No, I mean, duh! I can see that but... where... where are your clothes?" He was already coming down the ladder, taking off his sweater and placing it over your shoulders.

"I... err..." You had forgotten them at the bathroom... "Uh..."

Rafayel chuckled. "Ah baby, forgetful, aren't we?" His arms wrapped around your waist. "Want to be my model? I think I just found the inspiration I lost..." He trailed, one of his hands slid to your butt, giving it a playful squeeze.

"Raf!"

"Actually, nevermind. I can't work when you're looking like this. C'mon, let's go."

"W-where?"

"Home. That apron looks beautiful on you, but do you know where it would look better?"

"Where?" You parrot once more.

"My bedroom floor."

Extended ending: He didn't finish the painting because he was busy doing other things.

Xavier had slept through majority of the movie, and you couldn't stop yourself from lightly smacking his shoulder as his body leaned against the armrest of the couch.

"Hey! You said you were going to watch it with me!"

"I'm awake, I'm awake." He wasn't.

Arguing with him was going to be one sided, so you resorted to glaring daggers at him, before deciding to simply entertain yourself with the funny, random videos on your newsfeed.

Your thumb passed through some until you stopped. The video showed a similar situation to yours. Boyfriends being distracted by playing video games, on their computer, phone or gaming console, until the girls walked in, lifting their shirts. Although the video didn't show the front of the girls, you could see they weren't wearing a bra. So basically... flashign their breasts at them..?

Eyeing Xavier, you noted that he was still dozing off.

Taking the opportunity, you took off your bra from under your shirt, before calling out to him. "Hey, Xavier?"

At hearing your voice, he opened his beautiful pools of blue eyes, and looked at you.

What he wasn't expecting however was for you to lift your sweater and... show him your shirt..?

"Oh. That is... it's cute."

"Eh? What do you... what do you mean cute!? I'm- oh. No, wait! That's not what I meant!" Realizing you hadn't grabbed your shirt along your sweater, you quickly tried to correct your mistakes, lips trembling when you realized you had lost your moment.

Xavier had the guts to chuckle at your flustered reaction.

Before you could even start complaining at him, you found yourself pinned to the couch, Xavier's baby blue hues now a tint darker.

He leaned down, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"You have my attention." He assured. "Now and forever."

His hand tugged at your shirt. "May I?"

You pouted, halfheartedly. "Y-yeah."

Xavier smiled, and you would never not be impressed by his ability to look so innocent as he got rid of your shirt. "I believe this is what you wanted to show me?"

Smartass.

"You are beautiful." He whispered, leaning down to scatter kisses over your chest, drawing soft moans and gasps from you.

Those sounds were more beautiful than any melody.

He was certainly awake now.

And since you had so rudely interrupted his nap, it was only fair he didn't let you sleep, right?

Extended ending: You did NOT sleep that night.

Zayne wasn't someone you could easily catch of guard.

You never knew what he was thinking behind those cold, calculating eyes of his.

Despite that... You found yourself falling for him, and climbing past those walls he had built around his heart.

He may have tried to hide it, but there were moments of raw vulnerability where you could see his eyes linger just a second longer on you. They were a tinge softer, warmer.

Tonight in particular, you wanted him to be intimate with you. Forget about the worry and stress from work, lose himself in your arms...

But Zayne was almost married to his job. He often took it home, and today was no exception. He was in the living room, reading glasses rimming his handsome face as he typed away on his computer.

You had been texting with your friend, asking her how to get your doctor boyfriend to drop his work and come with you.

As an answer to your request, she had sent you a video - one of those Tiktok trends - where girls would parade around their busy significant other in a bathrobe, before promptly getting rid of it and showing they were naked under it.

Now, Zayne... well, he was another case. However, he still was a man, and in more than one situation, he was the one initiating your romantic times.

Though those moments were very far and in between.

Still, you decided to go on with your plan. You walked past the living room and to the kitchen. Towards your bedroom from the kitchen. No reaction.

Once more, you tried it again, standing a few feet away and pretending to organize some papers as your robe 'slipped' from your shoulders.

Zayne lifted his face, his expression unreadable. "I am afraid I'm a bit occupied at the moment." He said simply. "This report is due tomorrow morning."

His soft, yet commanding tone left no room for argument. He wasn't amused in the slightest, and you couldn't spy a speck of... anything in his eyes. "Sorry... I didn't mean to... bother you."

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you picked up the robe, tightly wrapping it around your body as you walked back into your room.

As soon as you sat down on the bed, the door swung open, Zayne striding in.

He walked towards the bed, kneeling in front of you, realizing his words may have conveyed the wrong idea. He lifted his hand, and cupped your cheek, eyes softening when he saw the hint of hurt in your eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound dismissive. You are the person I care about the most in this world..." He apologized. "And I need you to know that you have never, will never, bother me."

His eyes searched for yours again as he rested his chin on your knee. "I want nothing more than to make you mine in every way that counts." His hand gently caressed your thigh. "I want to believe I am not misreading the situation."

You shake your hand. "No... I... uh... I want you. I... didn't know how else to... catch your attention."

"You don't have to try hard." He stood up, towering over you, his hand moving to get rid of the tie around his neck. "All you had to do was ask."

Extended ending: He had to spend an hour massaging your sore body because he went a bit overboard.

You peeked inside his office. "Sy? Are you busy?"

Sylus was skimming over some papers, but he always had time for you. "What do you need, sweetie?"

Innocently walking towards him, you swallowed, a bit nervous as you lifted your hand, showing him a napkin you had been clutching.

He eyed the napkin, then you, silently asking you to elaborate.

"Can you... uh... um, a-ah... clean your face?" In your mind, you sounded way cooler and less scared!

But Sylus was truly a very intimidating man.

He stopped himself from doing a double take. He wasn't nothing short of impeccable.

"Clean my face, you say?" He was daring you to repeat that.

You asked yourself if you had a death wish. Haha.

Probably.

"Yeah."

His red eyes narrowed, the dim light of the office making them seem a deep, darker color.

Okay. He could humor you. For now.

He reached for the napkin, and made a motion of cleaning his face.

"A-all over it."

Adding wood to the fire, weren't you?

But fine. He 'wiped' his face all over. "Now what?"

You reached, palm up, waiting for him to return the napkin. He did, rising an eyebrow expectantly. "Nothing, that's it!"

Sylus was a very observant man. And he knew you like the back of his hand. 'Nothing' didn't exist with you.

He levelled you with a look, your name leaving his lips in a warning.

"Okay, okay!" You quickly tried to explain. "I was, uh... um." Clearing your throat, you wanted to pretend you weren't as nervous as you looked. "I was just making sure my seat was clean for later."

Curse that stupid trend you had seen on TikTok!

"Oh?"

"Okay, bye!" You turned around and bolted out the door. Or better said, attempted to. You weren't quite close to it as your body was suddenly lifted by crimson and black energy. "Ah, Sylus!"

His Evol easily brought you back to him, dropping you in his lap as he looked at you.

His giant hands held onto your hips, thumbs drawing soothing circles over the thin fabric of your leggings.

"You aren't leaving this office anytime soon."

"I can see that." You muttered.

He smirked, leaning down to press a kiss on the crown of your head. "Just for the record... Your seat will need to be thoroughly cleaned once I'm done with you."

Extended ending: You couldn't walk for the next couple days.

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Come here, kitty, kitty! - Sylus

Summary: The Evol cats have had enough of Sylus and his mistreatment, so this time, instead of giving him cat ears and a tail, the punishment goes further as he is completely turned into a Caracal cat.

Warnings: Long fic. Cat puns. Fluff - Literally and figuratively lol. Reader literally adopts a lynx for one night :p. Reader is economically poor (I'm sorry.) Reader is not MC. If anyone ever reads this, I sure hope you enjoy :3!

Part Two

This was simply... Catastrophic.

Sylus feels a hint of regret because his actions led him to that position right then. Pawing and hissing at the Meow's Café door.

It doesn't budge an inch.

Not even his Energy manipulation Evol was going to be useful, simply because it had been supressed whenever those evil Evol cats had turned him into that... creature.

He doesn't have access to his phone either, not in that form, and therefore has not contacted either Luke and Kieran or Miss Hunter.

Sylus feels, perhaps for the second time in his life, helpless. He is aware his fur would protect him from the cold, but that does not mean he wants to be alone and out during the approaching snow storm.

He sits down in front of the double glass doors. Someone is bound to go in or out anytime soon, right?

Right?

It seems his calculations were wrong.

How long had he been sitting there? It must have been close to an hour. Why are there no clients?

He stands up, unconsciously stretching, before looking around. Well, he wasn´t going to get anywhere if he simply sat and waited.

His paws quickly take him down the road. It is uncomfortable. He isn't used to the frozen sidewalk, but he pushes through, until he finally sees a person standing in front of a food cart.

Whatever they are selling smells absolutely delicious. Since he hasn't eaten in hours, his normally luxury palate is craving for whatever this person is selling.

Slowly, he approaches, and lightly paws at your black snow boots.

¨Hm?¨ You look down, your half eaten chicken skewer in your hand as you spot a... very unique looking cat. "Oh! Hi there!" You smile, crouching down and gently booping his nose with your index finger. "Are you hungry?"

Sylus hesitates.

What the hell is he doing? He is no stray cat.

But... he is indeed hungry, so he simply looks at your hand expectantly, his vermilion eyes not moving away from the juicy looking meat.

Your giggle reaches his ears, and he bristles in response.

How... irksome.

Carefully, you take one piece, blowing on it a few times, before offering it to him on your palm.

His nose makes quick work, and after a few sniffs, he easily devours the entire piece. Not bad.

He looks at you, awaiting another piece.

To his surprise, your oblige, feeding him until only the stick of the skewer was left. He licks his snout and whiskers.

He jumps away when your hand comes closer. Now, just what do you think you are doing?

Immediately, you retreat. "Sorry." You say, as you stand up. You pay the vendor, before waving at the cute cat.

Wait.

Where are you going?

Sylus immediately follows. He was not going to be outside during that snow storm. You had fed him. He is now your responsibility, and he isn't about to let you leave without him.

So naturally, he stalks after you.

You stop, and turn. A soft smile adorns your lips. "Ah. Coming back for more?" You tease playfully.

If cats could look annoyed, this cat sure does.

Chuckling, you bend down, offering your hand palm up and letting him smell you.

Fine. Just because it seemed you were his only ticket out of this situation. He moves closer, looking as dejected as his feline features allow him as you gently pet his head.

He couldn't say he hated the sensation. Unlike some other people he had encountered earlier when he had first transformed, you are actually being mindful of how sensitive his ears are.

For a brief moment, he allows himself to feel at ease. Not that he is ever going to admit it, but he is enjoying the attention, if anything by the purrs leaving the very back of his throat as he nuzzles into your hand. It's warm and soft.

When you stop petting him and continue walking, he follows again.

You look up at the sky as you hasten your pace. Snow is starting to fall... You don't want to be caught in it. So you jog down the street.

The pitter patter of paws makes you turn again.

Before the cat could react, you scoop him up, tucking him inside your coat, zipping it up so only his head is visible. You smile at the somewhat dumbfounded look the cat gives you. But he doesn't protest nor tries to escape.

This is a bit embarrassing. He had never been caught so off guard before!

He can feel the erratic beating of your heart agaisnt his small body as you hurry towards where he supposes is where you live.

His red eyes scan the dilapidated building you are approaching.

This has... got to be a joke.

Purrhaps he has chosen the wrong human to take care of him.

It is too late anyway, as you walk inside. The walls look like they had seen better days, as you go up the stairs, a lot slower than your brisk walk earlier.

There isn't even an elevator?

Pathethic.

You huff and pant, and his eyes scann the state of this floor. Yeah, it looks equally old.

You fumble to get your keys out, and push open the door. "Home at last!"

You throw the keys over a bowl, though you miss and instead hit the table. Not that you care much as you get rid of your boots and snow-covered coat, gently placing your newly found freind on the floor.

Sylus looks around curiously. He is used to luxury and opulence wherever he visits, so this is a new for him. How can you live in such... place?

The fake wooden floor creaks under your every step, the wall´s paint is falling off, and it is almost as cold here as it is outside!

You approach a small sized screen, which Sylus soon realizes is actually a heater when you press a button to turn it on. A fake image of a fireplace shows on the screen as the small machine starts to work.

You must've been sleeping in front of that heater. He can see a sleeping bag, blankets and some plush toys placed in front of it.

He can only assume that the apartment heating is no longer working. That isn't surprising considering the state of it.

The sound of pans and clatter of utensils catch his attention, and he quickly rushes to the kitchen. He sits at the entrance, wondering if you are cooking something.

You had given him the thing you had been eating earlier, and that makes him feel a bit guilty.

In his defense, he was hungry, and although he could've hunted something, he was still at the heart of Linkon city. It would've been very troublesome to try to get food for himself.

The smell of meat and spices reach his nose. His whiskers move as he smells the air.

Well damn, the aroma was delicious. He is still hungry.

He watches as you sing whilist you mix whatever food you are cooking - he guesses meat and veggies?

This is an atipical sight for him. And he can't help but observe, his heightened senses glued to your every carefree move.

Many questions run through his head. What led to this? Why are you living in that old apartment?

Are you happy?

That last question catches him by surprise. It isn't normal for him to care about someone he just literally met. He guesses being in such a vulnerable position makes him see things differently.

He is used to every interaction being an exchange. He never works for free - nobody he knows does.

Yet... you had fed him and brought him to your home... in exchange of what?

He can't give you money or power. Not while he is a cat, at least... But you don't know who he really is, so it is obvious you aren't looking for something akin.

¨C'mon. Let's eat together!" You call as you walk towards your makeshift room in front of the heater.

His legs quickly carry him to you. He settles comfortably over the sleeping bag and the numerous blankets, the gentle light coming from the heater screen makes him feel... cozy.

"I read that Caracal cats are carnivores". You say, as you grab some meat strips from your bowl and place them in a smaller plate you had brought from the kitchen with you. "And you also eat veggies. They say carrots are good for your vision, so I cooked you some!"

That is very... Thoughtful.

He looks at the plate of food.

It isn't a five star meal, but... You made it for him, and he isn't going to let it go to waste.

He eats with gusto, his tail unconsciosly swaying.

After you return from the kitchen after taking the dishes to the sink, he wonders what kind of routines you have.

He would've called you boring every other time, but he finds it fascinating just how simple your lifestyle is.

You don't live in a castle or mansion, but you give him such pretty smiles, he could've been easily fooled.

You spend a few minutes in the bathroom, and come out wearing your pajamas. He can see they are a bit old, the color of the fabric is fading, and there are a couple holes in it. But they are clean and fresh. He can still smell the lingering scent of laundry detergent and softener.

You sit down on the sleeping bag, and yawn once, twice. You put your phone over a small holder, and put on some cartoons while it charges. "Ready for bed, Red?"

Red?

Is that his 'new' name?

Ah. The color of his eyes. That must be it.

He huffs as you pick him up and crarefully craddle him against your chest.

"Oh? You have a scar? What happened to your eye?" You ask softly, your thumb gently skimming over it.

As a reaction, he hisses, biting you hard enough to draw blood. His fur standing up as he meows threateningly.

And when he calms down, he looks at you, his small chest heaving up and down as he realizes what he did.

He hadn't meant to...

Sylus half expects you to kick him out, let him go.

But instead, you hug him closer. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

Your voice is so sweet and gentle, and he doesn't understand your reaction at all. He looks at you, his vermillion eyes searching for any hint of dishonesty.

But he finds none.

Guilt revolves in his stomach as he looks at your finger, the clear mark of his fangs marking your skin. He licks at the small puncture wounds, silently apologizing.

The scar in his eye is a touchy subject for him. He's aware he overreacted - or better said, instinctively reacted, but that was no excuse. He never wanted to hurt you.

Your eyes stare at him, and once again you smile. "It's okay. You don't have to apologize. I shouldn't have been so careless."

You lie down on your sleeping bag, and tug the blankets around your body, still hugging the Caracal to you. "I hope you are comfortable." Your grip on him is loose, so that if he wants to move, he can.

"Have a goodnight, kitty." You press a tiny kiss to his wet nose, before easily drifting off to sleep.

He remains awake for a couple more minutes. He takes in your features now that he has you so close. You're not wearing make up, but there's a light blush on your cheeks. And your slightly messy [h/c] hair cascades over the side of your face. Overall you look peaceful.

Sylus wishes... he can feel like that too.

He curls closer to your chest, hoping to see if he can steal a bit of normalcy from your life and bring it into his.

He sleeps so soundly, that he doesn't realize is daytime... and the cat's Evol has worn off - majority of it, at least.

He still conserves his cat ears and tail, but he's defeinitely back to his human form.

When he wakes up, he immediately notices what has happened. You look a lot tinier than you did last night, and the sleeping bag doesn't fit all of him anymore. "Hm."

He wonders how you'll react once you wake up and see that you have a naked man-cat (Cat-man?) holding you.

A deep chuckle escapes his lips. "This will be very interesting, won't it, Kitten?"

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Y'know, I see a lot of posts urging people to comment on fics, so I just want to say, to all the people who do comment, and especially the long commenters:

thank you.

Long comments can be time-consuming. They can be difficult to write, but you leave them anyway!

Thank you, thank you, thank you, to everyone who comments.

You are the highlight of fanfiction writers' days.

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knb last game | kise ryouta

likes or reblogs are appreciated !!

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Aomine: Why is Kise so sad?

Kuroko: He took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes

Aomine: And...?

Kuroko: He got Midorima.

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Key visual art (and piyo bonus) for the 10th anniversary of the Kuroko no Basuke anime, featuring outfits designed by Fujimaki!

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OMG. Look at my babies!!!

New Kuroko no Basuke 10th Anniversary Key Visual

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new official art for the original illustration exhibition commemorating the 10th anniversary of the anime, 黒子のバスケ ANIMATION GALLERY ~10年のキセキ~ / kuroko no basuke animation gallery ~10 Years of Miracles~!

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— Sei-chan, throw in! Okay.

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me whenever i look at everyone: why am i the only ugly person

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Reblog this if you are literally suprised when people find you attractive.

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Still brothers ;w; [by me]