written for basketballpoetsociety's challenge #24, "rarepairs"
"Yo, Tetsu," is what Aomine says, as he throws open the door. He kicks it back closed after him and helpfully points in a general direction, "…s'that way," before ambling off himself. Kuroko shakes his head at the other man, before following into the apartment.
A shriek and slammed bedroom door in his face is the second greeting he gets.
"T-T-Tetsu-kun-!" Momoi says, as she wrenches the door open again seconds later – the prior obviously an instinctive surprised reaction. She is quick to fuss over him, for a long moment.
"I'm fine, Momoi-san," he reassures her, having luckily jerked back in that last second. He steadfastly meets her eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Tetsu-kun!" she continues blithely and ushers him into living room, completely regardless to her own state of undress. "I'll be just a moment!" They both ignore the bark of laughter from the couch and she smacks Aomine on the back of the head on her way out.
"Pudding cup?" the other man offers, shamelessly.
Kuroko ignores him, though amusement tugs at his lips because Momoi has never been anything less than absolutely punctual and her apartment is an absolute disaster zone from its hallway to the living room and – "I take it this is your fault then."
The careless answering shrug is cut off as said girl reappears again moments later, now fully dressed – and Aomine can't help but think how they contrast, Momoi in her resplendent lace dress and Kuroko in his familiar polo-and-slacks.
He remembers middle and high school, how her crush was taken not very seriously, treated as comical even. No one would have expected this really. They are just so different (Momoi and her buoyant affections and energy, Kuroko's apathetic expressions and calmness,) it can seem hard to reconcile the image. But beyond all that superficiality, they had always known each other exactly. Kuroko, who is comfortable enough in his own skin around her, and Momoi who loves him so much as to want to make that extra effort every time.
(And he couldn't be happier for them, really.)
Momoi chucks a pair of balled-up socks at him. "Yes, it is," she says belatedly to Kuroko, tucking a hand through his elbow. And, "you clean this up before we get back, you hear me!"
"Yes, Mom," he intones drolly, reaching to take another pudding cup from the pile he's hoarded near his seat. Kuroko's subsequent look makes him freeze, and he sulks and scrunches back, and he says with not the least bit of petulance (and taking that back mentally in his head) -
"Yes, Dad."
"Make sure to eat something properly too," Kuroko throws back over his shoulder, definite amusement in his own tone.