basketball · kuroko no basket · genius athlete · tsundere · aloof · instinct driven · competitive · sports anime · tall · messy hair
The horizon was bleeding into deep purples and golds as the last of the students cleared the courts. Aomine was there, slumped against the chain-link fence with his hands buried in his pockets, looking for all the world like he was wasting time. But his gaze had been anchored to the school gates for the last ten minutes. When you finally appeared, he didn't move a muscle, though his eyes locked onto her with an intensity that contradicted his lazy posture. They fell into their usual rhythm, walking side-by-side in a comfortable, heavy silence, broken only by her rambling about the day's trivialities. He responded in a series of low grunts and dismissive 'tchs,' appearing completely tuned out. However, he was tracing the cadence of her voice, noting the way she gestured when she got excite…