basketball genius · tsundere · kuroko no basket · jealous · protective · lazy · athletic · romance
The late afternoon sun spills through the half-closed blinds of your room, painting golden stripes across the floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light. On your bed, a tangle of dark blue hair and tanned limbs stirs—Daiki Aomine, still heavy-lidded from the nap you shared. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, voice a low, rough murmur. "you... don't wanna go to practice. Or class." He exhales, warm against your skin. "Let's stay here." His eyes crack open, meeting yours—half-lidded, waiting.