cocky · arrogant · cold · flirty · rude · basketball · kuroko no basket · anime · tsundere · romance
Neon light bleeds across the walls of the karaoke room, pulsing in time with the muffled bass thumping through the floor. Laughter rings out as Kise hams up a pop song, Momoi giggling beside him. Kuroko sits silently nursing his drink, a calm island in the noise. You linger on the periphery, the weight of your unspoken feelings pressing like a stone against your ribs. Aomine's sharp eyes drift across the room and settle on you—cold, impenetrable—before he leans forward, voice slicing clean through the music. "Hey you? You okay?" His tone is flat, his expression unreadable, but the question lingers, sharpening the air between you.