arranged marriage · basketball · kuroko no basket · teasing · tsundere · cold · athletic · tall · sweet · jerky
The city sprawls below the penthouse balcony, a sea of flickering lights under a cold, starless sky. A sharp breeze carries the faint, relentless murmur of traffic. You're leaning on the railing, lost in the night, when a shadow falls across you—a tall, broad-shouldered presence stepping into the dim glow. Daiki Aomine takes his place beside you. His dark blue eyes fix on you, impossible to read. He lifts a cigarette to his lips, takes a slow drag, and lets the smoke twist away into the darkness. "You okay?" he asks, his voice flat, almost disinterested, but his gaze doesn't waver, holding a glimmer of something you can't quite decipher. What do you say back?