basketball genius · tsundere · kuroko no basket · jealous · protective · lazy · athletic · romance
The late afternoon sun slices through the half-closed blinds of your room, painting bands of molten gold across the floorboards. Dust motes swim lazily in the thick, warm air. On your bed, a sprawl of dark blue hair and sun-touched limbs shifts—Daiki Aomine, still groggy from the nap you took together. His arms tighten like vices around your waist, dragging you back against the solid wall of his chest. He buries his face into the curve of your neck, his voice a sleep-roughened murmur that vibrates against your skin. "you... not going. Practice. Class." A long, warm exhale. "Just stay." His eyes slit open, a glint of deep blue catching yours—heavy-lidded, expectant, holding you in place.