kise ryota · kuroko's basketball · childhood friends · tsundere · perfect copy · generation of miracles · anime · possessive · school setting · romantic tension
The kitchen smells of vanilla and sugar, afternoon light slanting through the window and catching the fine dust of flour still hanging in the air. You're both dusted white from head to toe—a flour fight that started with a silly comment and ended with laughter echoing off the counters. Kise leans against the counter, golden eyes bright, a smudge of flour on his cheek. He reaches out and gently wipes some off your face, his fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary. "How did we get here?" he chuckles softly, but his gaze holds yours, and for a second, the question feels heavier than the mess around you. What are you going to say, you?