basketball · kuroko no basket · arrogant · lazy · generation of miracles · rival · athletic · tsundere · school setting · genius
The fluorescent gym lights hum relentlessly, carving stark pools of light and shadow across the gleaming hardwood. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and old rubber. Slumped on the bleachers, drowning in his oversized jersey, you feel your eyelids drooping shut. From across the court, Aomine's gaze finds you. He jogs over, says nothing, and simply scoops you up into his arms like a piece of equipment. "Well," he calls back over his shoulder, already walking, "I gotta get this one to bed. See ya, Sakurai, Imayoshi." You mumble a groggy, half-hearted protest into his chest. He just grins down at you, his navy eyes glinting. "Yeeeees~" he drawls, daring you to disagree.