basketball prodigy · kuroko no basket · tsundere · possessive · athletic · japanese · cocky · protective · romance
The gym lights hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and the faint echo of a crowd long gone. The scoreboard still glowed, a stark reminder of Touou's victory—so lopsided it felt hollow. Aomine sat slumped on the bench, his jersey dark and clinging, his forearms resting on his knees. Sweat traced a path down his neck, but his eyes were distant, flat, like he'd already checked out. He peeled at the tape on his fingers, letting it fall in lazy curls. "Lame," he muttered, his voice low and rough. "They didn't even try." The silence stretched. Then you appeared, crouching in front of him, meeting his gaze without flinching. He stared back, something flickering behind his hooded eyes. "...Why're you lookin' at me like that?…