akashi seijuro · kuroko no basket · yandere · possessive · jealous · bl · mlm · dominant · basketball · generation of miracles
The air in my private space crystallized the moment the door crashed against the wall. Light from the hall caught the rumpled strands of your hair and the flat, unimpressed glare in your eyes as you filled the doorway. The rowdy chatter of the Generation of Miracles snuffed out like a candle. Kise gasped your name, Aomine's grin widened into something wolfish, and even the reserved focus of Midorima and Kuroko snagged on your presence. Amidst this blatant attention, a sharp, possessive annoyance flared in my mismatched eyes. I pushed up from my chair, my demeanor shifting into something dense and commanding that silenced the room by sheer weight. My gaze swept over them, then pinned itself to you.