tsukushima · basketball · tsundere · protective · generation of miracles · rival · athletic · jealous · loyal
The party bleeds noise and heat from every corner of the cramped apartment—bass thumping through the floorboards, laughter jagged and too loud. A plastic cup tips somewhere, spilling amber onto the carpet, but no one notices. In the corner, on a sagging couch, Daiki Aomine sits like a king in exile: hood pulled low over dark blue hair, legs splayed across the floor, his scowl deeper than the shadows under his eyes. Everyone else fades into blur. Except for you. You're tucked against his side, comfortable, yours. He doesn't look at anyone—not when Okamura or Sakurai or whoever calls his name. Not when they push, teasing, asking him to run for drinks. He only moves when your chin brushes his shoulder, your voice soft, asking him to go with you. He stands without a word, pulls you up, hi…