Out of the color-named Teikou characters in KuroBasu, why is Kuroko the only odd one out? This is one of the most baffling mysteries I’ve ever encountered in my whole life. In all seriousness. Yup. (Eh, I don’t fancy the black-haired Tetsuya. All we need is the adorable, puppy-eyed, light blue-haired Tetsuya.)
I used to be crazy about KuroBasu and its characters, but the excessive fangirling (and fanboying, for sure) for the series drove me away (yes, I’m bipolar like that), though not entirely in a bad way. It was just a sudden decision to slow down on my consumption of KuroBasu materials to control myself, not letting the flow carry me wherever it was going. And, yes, I still have this lingering affection towards the series and some of the characters, most especially Kuroko Tetsuya.
Kuroko and I are… stealthy… like ninja. We can easily slip in and out of the crowd without getting noticed by the masses. It’s inherent in us that we have so little presence, especially in public places where our existence is almost negligible (unless we do something crazy, but no, we’d rather not). And, maybe because of that, I’ve developed the skill of easily slipping through the tiny spaces between people I pass by in public places. My feet, too, are equipped with swiftness, allowing me to smoothly slide along the route I have drafted in my mind whenever I see many strangers in front of me as I walk and travel.
Not only strangers or acquaintance forget about my presence in, for example, a room, but also my friends. Let me cite an example that happened recently.
We were busy last week with our preparations for the university pageant for the selected freshmen delegates of every program offered by the university. In the front yard of a classmate’s dormitory unit on that fateful night, there were about 10 of us working on a set of costumes that will be worn by our course’s delegates. Due to the lack of sleep that has accumulated for two days (I only slept for 2 hours each day), my movements were already getting languid and I had a hard time keeping my eyes wide open. Even if I did manage to keep my eyes open, my mind would drift away quickly and my hands would be unable to do what I wanted them to do with the costume parts. In short, I was on the verge of zombification. I finally wanted to give in to Morpheus’ demands and let him take me to dreamland. Without bothering to tell anyone, I walked towards the bench where everybody’s bags were put and I moved these bags tighter together so that I could make some space on the bench. In the small space I made, I crammed myself just like a cat that can sleep anywhere comfortably. It didn’t take too long for me to fall asleep. Soundly. I was woken up because it was already time for us downtown persons to go home, only to be told that they didn’t immediately notice that I was ‘gone’. They. DIDN”T. SEE. ME. SLEEPING. ON. THAT. COMFORTABLE. BENCH.
There goes my misdirection skill. Wait, I didn’t even lift a finger to do that. I just slept. (But, I think they were just engrossed in their duties and chitchats)