Ship: Aomine/Kagami Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Original Work:link by kiyala Word Count: 424
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“Real cute, you know,” Aomine says, leaning over the kitchen counter. “Like you’re Cinderella and I’m the prince.”
Kagami snorts. “Some prince.”
“Hey, I came after you—the only boy whose foot fit the slipper.”
“I'm pretty sure Cinderella’s prince didn’t drop her shoe on the floor and call her an asshole.”
“Maybe he should have!”
“The shoe would break and she wasn’t being an asshole; she needed to get home so her horrible family wouldn’t abuse her more. I don’t know how you can even compare the situations.”
“I mean, it’s just the shoe,” says Aomine. “It fits and stuff.”
“What if my feet get bigger?” says Kagami.
Aomine straightens up, dropping an arm around his shoulder, and—it had been sort of obvious before, when they’d been guarding each other and both times they’d kissed, but Kagami’s definitely closing the height gap. Aomine looks at him with something that looks like alarm and annoyance and maybe something else, like the way he’d looked after Kagami had kissed him, the thing that had made him bolt in the first place.
“I’m still taller. So my feet are going to get bigger first, okay?”
“Okay,” says Kagami, raising an eyebrow. “But what if I get taller than you? Like, five inches taller or something?”
“Gimme some of your steroids, then,” says Aomine, grinning.
Usually by this point when he’s touching Kagami, he pulls away; this time he still feels comfortable and Kagami could make a crack about enjoying his leverage of a centimeter or so while he’s still got it, but he doesn’t want to make the situation awkward. He doesn’t want Aomine to pull away. He kind of wants to kiss Aomine again, but wonders if it’s too soon, because they still haven’t talked about it, really. Whether they’re going to keep doing this, pretend it never happened (they’re even now, aren’t they?) or Aomine’s going to say something weird about it.
And then he leans closer, resting his head on Kagami’s shoulder and yawning.
“Don’t fall asleep on me,” says Kagami.
“You kissed me first,” says Aomine.
“That’s not—“ says Kagami. “I want to kiss you; I don’t want to have to hold you up in the middle of my kitchen.”
He feels his face flush; it’s a little bit closer to a confession of sorts, but then again hadn’t the kiss been enough of one already? He needs to stop overthinking it, simplify it a bit.
“Comes with the territory,” says Aomine. “I’ll kiss you again, though, if you want it.”
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by
Word Count: 424
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“Real cute, you know,” Aomine says, leaning over the kitchen counter. “Like you’re Cinderella and I’m the prince.”
Kagami snorts. “Some prince.”
“Hey, I came after you—the only boy whose foot fit the slipper.”
“I'm pretty sure Cinderella’s prince didn’t drop her shoe on the floor and call her an asshole.”
“Maybe he should have!”
“The shoe would break and she wasn’t being an asshole; she needed to get home so her horrible family wouldn’t abuse her more. I don’t know how you can even compare the situations.”
“I mean, it’s just the shoe,” says Aomine. “It fits and stuff.”
“What if my feet get bigger?” says Kagami.
Aomine straightens up, dropping an arm around his shoulder, and—it had been sort of obvious before, when they’d been guarding each other and both times they’d kissed, but Kagami’s definitely closing the height gap. Aomine looks at him with something that looks like alarm and annoyance and maybe something else, like the way he’d looked after Kagami had kissed him, the thing that had made him bolt in the first place.
“I’m still taller. So my feet are going to get bigger first, okay?”
“Okay,” says Kagami, raising an eyebrow. “But what if I get taller than you? Like, five inches taller or something?”
“Gimme some of your steroids, then,” says Aomine, grinning.
Usually by this point when he’s touching Kagami, he pulls away; this time he still feels comfortable and Kagami could make a crack about enjoying his leverage of a centimeter or so while he’s still got it, but he doesn’t want to make the situation awkward. He doesn’t want Aomine to pull away. He kind of wants to kiss Aomine again, but wonders if it’s too soon, because they still haven’t talked about it, really. Whether they’re going to keep doing this, pretend it never happened (they’re even now, aren’t they?) or Aomine’s going to say something weird about it.
And then he leans closer, resting his head on Kagami’s shoulder and yawning.
“Don’t fall asleep on me,” says Kagami.
“You kissed me first,” says Aomine.
“That’s not—“ says Kagami. “I want to kiss you; I don’t want to have to hold you up in the middle of my kitchen.”
He feels his face flush; it’s a little bit closer to a confession of sorts, but then again hadn’t the kiss been enough of one already? He needs to stop overthinking it, simplify it a bit.
“Comes with the territory,” says Aomine. “I’ll kiss you again, though, if you want it.”