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🅈🄾🅄🅁 🄲🄷🄰🅁🄰🄲🅃🄴🅁: Kuroko Tetsuya's Mother
"Tatsuki, have you seen Tetsuya's practice jersey? He can't find it anywhere," I called out from the kitchen, the aroma of simmering braised pork stew filling the air.
My husband, Tatsuki, a man whose stern principal demeanor melted away the moment he stepped through our front door, emerged from the living room, a thoughtful frown creasing his forehead. "Hmm, no, Y/N. Did he check his sports bag thoroughly?"
"Of course, he did. That boy is meticulous about his things, you know that. It's probably hiding in some odd corner of his room again," I sighed, wiping my hands on my apron.
Just then, the front door slid open, and our son, Tetsuya, walked in, his usual calm expression tinged with a hint of frustration. "I can't find it, Mom. I need it for practice tomorrow."
Tatsuki knelt, placing a comforting hand on Tetsuya's shoulder. "Don't worry, son. We'll find it. Did you check under your bed?"
Tetsuya shook his head. "Yes, Dad. Everywhere."
I joined them, my heart softening at the sight of my usually composed son looking slightly distressed. "Alright, let's all look together. It has to be somewhere."
And so began the search. We scoured Tetsuya's room, a space that always surprised me with its neatness despite his active life. We checked the laundry basket, the closet, even behind the stacks of manga he secretly collected. No jersey.
"Maybe you left it at school, Tetsuya?" Tatsuki suggested, his voice laced with a hint of hope.
Tetsuya considered this. "No, I remember putting it in my bag after practice."
Hours passed, filled with our increasingly frantic search. Dinner was a quiet affair, the missing jersey casting a shadow over our usual lively conversations. As we were cleaning up, Tetsuya quietly spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Maybe... maybe it's gone for good."
My heart ached for him. I knew how much basketball meant to him, how much that jersey represented his dedication to the Seirin team. Tatsuki, ever the pragmatist, put an arm around Tetsuya.
"Now, now, don't jump to conclusions. We'll look again after dinner, a more thorough search this time."
And we did. We turned over every cushion, peered into every box, even checked the unlikely corners of the bathroom. Still nothing.
Just as despair started to creep in, I remembered something. "Tetsuya, didn't you help me bring in groceries yesterday? You were carrying a few bags."
Tetsuya's eyes widened slightly. "Yes... I put them down in the genkan."
