AN: GUYS IDK WHAT'S HAPPENING ITS THREE AM AND I WAS LIKE OMG IT'S OFFICIALLY AOKAGA MONTH, I MUST CELEBRATE! I'm like about to pass out, and this is probably utter trash, but I had to write a little special something for my precious basketball idiots. Forgive me for the quality of this!
Disclaimer: I am not Fujimaki Tadatoshi, and therefore I don't own Kuroko no Basuke.
"Baaaaaaaaaabe..." Aomine whined, poking his fairly new boyfriend of three months while the latter attempted to make a 'snack', A.K.A. enough food to feed a small family for three days.
"What?" Kagami finally responded absentmindedly, trying to focus on frying the meat in front of him but ultimately falling prey to the incessant whining of his navy haired counterpart.
"Look at me." It was nothing more than a soft whisper, probably the most gentle tone of voice that Kagami, maybe anyone, had ever heard come out of Aomine's mouth. "Look at me," he repeated when the first request received no response.
"Hmm?" Seirin's ace questioned wordlessly, sighing as he turned off the stove. It seemed that, for now at least, his delicious meats would have to wait.
"I have s-something to say." Aomine Daiki, flippant and sarcastic basketball maniac, was blushing, either that or he had a fever, and his voice was cracking as if it was his first crack at puberty. Something was amiss, something was definitely amiss.
"Well, get on with it," was Kagami's answer, more of an impatient urge fun anything else.
"IloveyouandIwanttothankyouforignitingmypassiomforbasketballagain." The lack of breaths taken and pauses in between words made it somewhat unintelligible, especially to a hungry and distracted basketball idiot.
"Huh?" he questioned, honestly not having heard much. Maybe something about ignite pass? That would be a weird topic to make him so nervous, though.
"I swear to go if you're making me repeat that for some stupid teasing rights or something I'll end you right here and now." His deep blue eyes, often switching between low tide and the ocean in the middle of a hurricane, we're definitely at the latter setting.
"No, no, I just couldn't understand you," Kagami assured, stealing a glance at his pork in hopes that it hadn't completely dried out.
"I... I l- oh goddamnit, I love you Kagami, and I want to thank you for igniting my passion for basketball again." He was expecting spluttering, a blush, maybe even a whack on the head, not the relieved sigh and calm shrug that was presented to him.
"Oh thank god, I thought you were breaking up with me or something. Yeah, I love you too Ahomine."
Aomine was beyond happy, and while he tried to hide this fact, the grin stretching across his face was clear as day. He almost, almost, managed to let go the Ahomine comment.
"Shut up, Bakagami, get back to your stupid food. I'm starting to think maybe I don't love you after all." This, of course, was a complete and utter lie.