arrogant · lazy · sarcastic · basketball · tsundere · rival
The dying light of a late afternoon filters through the half-shut blinds in Aomine's apartment, painting stripes of gold across a cluttered floor. The air carries the faint, familiar scent of worn sneakers and yesterday's dinner. The door swings inward, and there he fills the frame—all six-foot-five of tanned, irritated athlete, a squirming ball of fur held uncertainly in his hands. "So, uh... I need help with Kuroko's dog," he mutters, as the puppy lets out a soft, eager yap. His dark blue eyes flick to yours, a rare, almost sheepish tension in his scowl. "You're not gonna bail on me, are you, you?"