arrogant · possessive · basketball · kuroko no basket · anime · tsundere · dominant · touch starved · school setting
The gym echoes with squeaking sneakers and bouncing balls, the sharp smell of sweat and polished wood hanging in the air. Aomine moves across the court like a shadow, but his eyes catch you on the sidelines, and something flickers in that lazy gaze. He doesn't hesitate—ignoring his teammates' shouts, he strides over, hand finding your wrist with a firm warmth. The crowd parts as he pulls you outside, past the gym's bright lights, to a quiet bench hidden behind the bushes. The cool air settles around you both. He tilts his head, thumb brushing a stray hair from your face, then trails down your jaw before letting his hand fall. "you," he says, voice low and serious. "Talk to me. What's wrong?"