Then I Found You
Dedicated to Tess-chan :D I hope you enjoy it!
Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is my first ever Kuroko no Basuke fic. It takes place in a college AU setting and the rating will probably be changed to M but it is T for now. Tell me if/how you like it! Reviews are greatly appreciated (like, A LOT! XD They keep me going when I'm having writer's block).
Warnings (more like things you should just know): It might be a little (a lot) fluffy. And dramatic. And OOC. And fast-paced. There's swearing/cursing. I'm terrible with basketball, but I tried my best. Less plot based than relationship based (no huge storyline here, more like slice of life kind of). Heavily romance and friendship based. Generation of Miracles are a tight group of friends – IT'S AU!
Also, I just recently joined this fandom, pretty much, so I'm a newb :D Bear with me
*runs away from embarrassment but leaves you this chapter anyways*
Chapter 1 - In which Kuroko makes his first appearance in Aomine's life
Lust. A fairly simple thing to understand. After all, a healthy nineteen-year-old male should be well acquainted with the feeling. Not an emotion, just something that humans – all animals, if one really thought about it – had. An appetite to be appeased. All in all, a very easy concept. For someone like him, to be honest, it just took a couple magazines or videos with some sexy women in erotic poses to turn him on. Or maybe even men. None of that really mattered, he supposed, though he'd never watched or read anything gay before. The body wanted what the body wanted, simple as that. He was fine with his sexuality, fine with talking about it, comfortable in his own skin. He wasn't particularly proud of his non-virgin state like some other douche bags out there; rather, whatever relieved his needs was just…fine. He never got attached to his affairs, most of them being one night stands since clingy people irritated him.
It wasn't like sex wasn't fun or pleasurable, because it was. It just…
What he didn't understand was why he felt rather… empty inside at times. He never felt the same way that some others claimed to feel towards him. Girls (and to be honest, sometimes guys) told him they loved him, that they hated him when he said he didn't love them back, that they couldn't live without him when he tried to end things. Was that really what love was all about? Because he had never gone through such a thing. He wondered if that meant he would keep this kind of hollow feeling forever.
Some of his friends were utter fools when it came to the supposed matters of the heart. Or was he the fool? For one, Kise was always dating, always trying to find the right person. But for what? He didn't believe in that foolish thing called love. He would never experience it. Just thinking about it was rather disturbing.
Why was he even thinking about all this anyway? He didn't really know. He should be focused on his report, but these thoughts kept popping up more and more frequently lately at totally random times. Like now. He couldn't really afford to waste so much time.
How did one even separate lust from love anyway?
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Uncharacteristically startled, he dropped the pen he had been twirling around between his nimble fingers and grabbed his phone. Glancing at the ID, he grimaced. Speak of the devil. He made a face before answering the phone when –
"Aominecchi! Stop spacing out and hurry up~!" his blond friend's cheerful voice rang loudly in his ears, effectively smashing his train of strange thoughts into pieces. "I'm right outside your door, you know. You're already ten minutes late."
"Oi, oi." He sighed, giving up on trying to do any more work for the day. "You're such a creep, Kise. What difference does a couple minutes make anyway?"
"There's only so long anyone can wait for you, slowpoke."
"Why are you even on the phone? You could have just knocked or something." Aomine pulled on a random t-shirt and shoved on a wrinkled pair of jeans after tossing his phone on the bed. His report would have to wait.
"Open the door then!" Kise's voice was still loud and clear, to his annoyance.
With another sigh, Aomine walked over to the door and unlocked it, only to have Kise spring into his room faster than a normal person should be able to. He ran a hand through his navy blue hair and leaned against the wall as his blond friend looked around, jumping onto the bed to sit like a little kid.
He wasn't surprised that Kise was dressed formally. For some reason, his friend loved putting himself into uncomfortable suits and non-casual articles of clothing. If he wanted to play basketball in that, who was Aomine to complain? But did he really have to go around looking like a model just because he was? It almost made him feel awkward in Kise's seemingly glowing presence. Then again, Kise was just that kind of person.
"I still can't believe you got a single. We all got doubles but you," Kise pouted, admiring the spacious dorm room. For all the space he had, though, Aomine only kept the bare essentials. A desk, a bed, some drawers, a bookshelf. A bachelor pad of sorts.
He shrugged. "Apparently it's their idea of a reward."
"It's not a bad thing, you know. And you have a way bigger bed," Kise teased, laughing. "Something you need more than others, I guess."
"Don't be stupid, you pervert."
"Fine, fine. Though I wouldn't say I'm the pervert between the two of us. But enough about that, right? Let's go play." He picked up the basketball from the floor and began twirling it around his pointer finger, a cocky grin on his face. Aomine grunted and followed his blond friend out, locking the door behind him with a key. Within several minutes, they exited the dorm building and headed over to the outdoor basketball court.
"Ne, Aominecchi, how do you like college life?" Kise asked easily, passing him the ball.
"We just started our first fall term a couple weeks ago. How the hell should I know?" he retorted, catching the basketball easily and running past to shoot. Swish. The ball fell through the net with perfect precision as expected.
"Tch. Excuse me for wanting to talk to you. It's hard enough already to find something you'll actually talk about. You know, I've barely seen you all summer but you're still the same cold person you used to be," Kise pouted, taking the ball back and scoring his own shoot.
"What, you expected me to go through a personality change in a couple months?" Aomine snorted. "You're still the same too."
"Really? You're not going to say I improved in basketball, or got more handsome, or smarter, or cooler, huh."
Aomine couldn't help but chuckle at the ridiculousness that was Kise Ryota. "You really want a compliment that badly?"
"No. Well, maybe," Kise grinned, barely managing to prevent Aomine from taking his shot…or so it seemed. "Whew, did I just block you-"
"You wish," he grinned, fading away and still getting the ball in the hoop. The rush of adrenaline never failed to put him in a better mood. He definitely had to play with his old high school friends to get this kind of feeling, since most people were just not good enough. "You're a hundred years too early to stop me."
"And you're going to trip if you don't tie your shoes properly, Ahominecchi."
"Don't call me that." Grumbling, Aomine walked over to the bench and plopped down, yanking on his shoelaces.
But even this basketball game wasn't helping him much. His mind was still wandering all over the place.
What was fuck was he missing? This feeling was just so damned disturbing. His one true love, if it could be called that, was basketball. It was how he'd gotten into college in the first place with a full ride, how he'd gotten one of the best dorm rooms, how he had ended up at Teiko University, the most elite college in the country. But even then…
He cursed.
"Are you having trouble with girls or something?" Kise laughed at Aomine's sudden loss of composure and shouted, "How long does it take to tie your shoes? Or are you that worn out after a little game with me?"
Aomine merely grunted and quickly retied his right shoe, not bothering to respond verbally. In actuality, Kise was the reason why he had begun to question how he treated people and relationships in the first place. Frankly, he didn't like thinking about that at all. Damn him.
He shook his head and ran back out to the court to rejoin his friend. He didn't want to worry about all that anymore…and yet he couldn't stop himself from constantly brooding about it.
He snorted. What girly thoughts to have. He expected better of himself. He was too old, too masculine to have to think about stupid things like love. That word was meant for girls, feminine people. Maybe he was too cynical but no matter how hard he tried to believe it, there just couldn't possibly be something that could feel that way.
To him, true love didn't exist. It had to be an emotion people exaggerated about. Made up so they could create unnecessary drama, to bring some excitement into lives that were dull.
His life wasn't boring. His life was perfectly fine the way it was. He was busy with work, busy with basketball, busy with…
Love? Yeah. No. More like busy with sex. And that was more than okay with him.
He snorted. He didn't need that, didn't need love. Rainbows and unicorns and sunshine and happy days, was it? From what he could figure out from that elusive emotion, it caused more mental and sometime physical pain than anything else. Nothing in the world worked out perfectly, and neither would love. People grew apart, people fought…people got hurt. They hurt each other and they hurt themselves. What was the point of investing all your feelings into something as fickle as a person?
Basketball always had risks, like any other sport. Getting hurt, overworking your body, all of that. But love was just a mindless gamble. One might get their heart shattered to pieces for nothing in return.
No. He didn't believe in love. He refused to.
[~ * ~]
An hour later…
"Hmph. I really don't like one-on-one games with you," Kise grinned, panting slightly and dribbling the ball. "You're too good to play against."
"Heh, that's your problem. You're the one who wanted to play in the first place. I have a report due for chem in less than a week, so if you're going to complain-"
"No, no! Sheesh…"
"That's what I thought," Aomine smirked. To his surprise, however, Kise suddenly stopped, straightening out from his crouched position to stand. A sheepish smile settled on the blond's face as he kept the ball still at his side. He fidgeted with his shirtsleeves as he wiped his sweat away.
"What." Aomine frowned, swiping his hand across his forehead and down his jaw. Kise really had gotten a little better if it took him this much effort to double his score.
"Actually…I wanted to take you out for lunch, and before you complain, I managed to get the rest of us to come too, so you can't not come!" Kise straightened out the collar to his button-down shirt and grinned persuasively. "Come on, Aominecchi. It'll be a nice break from all your studying."
He sighed. He should have seen something like this coming, knowing Kise had a tendency to want to take up a person's entire day. "A reunion, huh? That's not too terrible an idea, considering it's coming from you. Though I did just take an hour's worth of break with you just now."
"You're so mean!" Kise whined. Aomine felt the corners of his lips jerk upwards as he watched his friend pretend to run away. Then the blond quickly turned around and said, "I'll race you!"
"Oi, how old are you…" Aomine muttered under his breath. He followed his overly exuberant friend with slightly fraying patience and eventually, they arrived at the intended restaurant. Kise flung the door open and stepped in, motioning him to go faster. The moment he entered the place, he heard the familiar voices call out to him.
"Daiki, you take too long. As always. And you're sweaty. Wait, you're sweaty from a game with just Kise? How low have your skills and stamina fallen…"
"Mine-chin, how have you been? Come join us."
"Aomine, long time no see. You're dressed like a slob. Why am I not surprised?"
He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of his close high school friends gathered around the table. They were as strange and unfriendly he remembered. Grabbing a chair, he sat down near his purple-haired friend, Murasakibara, who was already starting with his own personal dessert. Aomine grinned. "Well it sounds like you guys haven't changed much. How have you all been?"
"Busy. Computer science and engineering is more difficult than I originally anticipated," Midorima responded immediately, pushing up his glasses and sipping at his glass of water, a calculator in his left hand. "But I'm having a lot of fun. It's much better and more challenging than high school. Very enjoyable."
"Geek," Aomine sneered. "Why am I not surprised? Even your lucky item is as dorky as you are."
"You're the one taking chemistry," Midorima shrugged, not bothered in the slightest. "You're the bigger geek."
"Now, now, children, calm down," Akashi said, sounding bored. "Why the fuck are we talking about school at a time like this?"
"Akashicchi, don't be mean. Such harsh words when we finally all gathered together," Kise laughed, flinging an arm around him. Akashi glared at him and Kise pouted, still not letting go. The redhead grimaced.
"It must suck to be short, having everyone wrap their arm around you," Murasakibara teased, taking a large bite of what seemed to be cake. On a stick.
"Shut it. At least I don't hit my head trying to go through a door," Akashi snarled, his heterochromatic eyes flashing.
"Don't let him get to you, Akachan*," Kise whispered loudly. "I mean, Akashicchi~"
"Ryota…I'm going to kill you."
Aomine barely held his sigh back, just watching them bicker. He'd been doing that a little too often lately and he didn't want any of his old friends to see him like this. He'd never had these ridiculous thoughts back then. The last thing he needed was to have to be defensive towards them.
Maybe he needed to find a girlfriend. Anything to just keep his mind off things. But the thing was, he didn't find girls particularly good for anything other than sex. It wasn't that he didn't like them or that he was sexist, because he wasn't. Some girls were much, much better than guys. The problem was that there was just nothing special about any of them. Was it because he hadn't found the right one?
He scoffed at his thoughts. That was absurd. Momoi had been the closest thing to an ideal girl but he couldn't really claim to love her. What he felt were true things, like respect or admiration. That's what he felt for her too, both as a childhood friend and a fully developed woman. Love just simply…
Could not exist. It was a mere human folly.
Why did he have to keep convincing himself? Was he actually desperate for it? What did he know at his age? Very little, probably…
"Excuse me, would you like to order something?"
He turned to the right where the small sound was coming from, only to see a pair of intensely blue eyes calmly staring back.
"Holy shit, where did you come from?" Aomine twitched in surprise, his eyes widening. He stared at the little boy who stood serenely near him, clearly a waiter from what he could tell from the uniform. Light blue hair framed a small face which led to a slender, small stature…hell, the kid was just small in general. Everything about him was practically prepubescent. The kid clutched several menus to his chest, blinking slowly. It was almost like the waiter was almost invisible, with such a lacking presence, such a weak aura. He was completely underage in every physical aspect, other than the fact that those blue eyes seemed to pierce straight through things, Aomine himself included.
He willed his body to calm down from the shock of being taken off guard, his eyes automatically analyzing the smaller guy. The sky blue-haired kid looked like he was, at maximum, a high schooler. With arms so slim and hands so tiny, it was a wonder the boy could carry anything bigger than a single cup. In fact, he had more of a womanly build than anything else, though of course he was flat-chested. As he should be.
Aomine shook his head. What was he thinking? He was going crazy.
"I was standing here the entire time but no one seemed to be ready to order anything so I thought I'd wait. But I don't think I'm allowed to stay at a table for too long. You were the only one not talking to anyone." The voice was soft but straightforward, not shy like Aomine had expected. The menus were set down on the table and the young waiter took out a pen and notepad. "So, would you like to order something?"
"How tall are you?" Aomine blurted without thinking, unsure why he couldn't tear his eyes away from the small figure that commanded his attention, even while it shouldn't have.
"Well, I'm 168. What does that have to do with anything?"
The kid was a full twenty four centimeters shorter than him and about half his size in bulk and width. He wanted to laugh. Something about the boy was just so…he didn't really know how to describe it. When Aomine looked back at him, he saw a confused but rather blank expression, so he just quickly muttered, "Ah, just get me…just get me today's lunch special."
He didn't know if he liked this feeling. Was he feeling lust for the boy? He didn't really know. There wasn't even anything particularly attractive about the small waiter. And yet…
Aomine looked away, uncomfortable. He was overthinking this.
"Got it. Anyone else?" the waiter mumbled, interrupting his chaotic thoughts.
The rest of the group finally quieted down enough to notice the waiter standing quietly to himself. To Aomine's disbelief, however, Kise shot out of his seat looking stunned. "Is that you, Kurokocchi?"
"Kurokocchi?" Akashi repeated, frowning. Then he chuckled as some sort of understanding seemed to dawn on his face. "You can't be Tetsuya?"
"Ah, Kuro-chin, it is you! You haven't changed at all," Murasakibara added. "Why am I not surprised no one noticed you?"
"Who is this?" Midorima asked bluntly.
"My name is Kuroko Tetsuya and I'm your waiter for this afternoon," the boy said politely, handing out the menus as if nothing had happened, with a completely unperturbed look on his face.
"How do you guys know Kurokocchi?" Kise asked, dumbfounded, rather like the way Aomine was feeling at the moment.
"Kise-chin, just give Kuro-chin a break and order something," Murasakibara mumbled, still munching. "He's probably been standing there a while."
Akashi smiled, a sight that was still a little disturbing for most, rendering Kise practically speechless. "Tetsuya, this is one of your part-time job areas? I didn't know that. Oh, just some tofu soup for me."
"This place is near my house," Kuroko shrugged, jotting down a quick note. "Anyone else?"
"What dessert do you recommend?"
"Raspberry vanilla torte."
"Then I'd like that," Murasakibara said decisively.
"Ah, you must be a middle school friend of theirs," Midorima said, pushing his glasses up calmly. "Today, I will have something spicy so, perhaps, steak with jalapeño sauce."
"Got it. And Kise-kun? Did you want anything?"
"I wanna talk to you, Kurokocchi…and a lunch special," Kise pouted.
"Well, my shift ends soon, but I'll have to go straight to my next job. You have my number so just call me if that's necessary," Kuroko said quietly, picking the menus back up. "Would anyone like anything to drink?"
"Water for all of us," Akashi answered softly.
"Got it. I'll be back." And with that, the small waiter was gone.
"Who was that? Explain properly," Aomine demanded, finding himself staring at the empty space that Kuroko – was that his name? – used to occupy a mere second ago. What was with that anyway? All of his friends had such strong presences, one that made people's head turn. That wasn't necessarily because they were particularly good-looking, though Kise was clearly an exception. They were used to commanding the attention of the room, especially together as a group, which was why half the restaurant was staring at them (forgetting the fact that he was wearing extremely casual clothes in a relatively formal place). But this kid…
He hadn't even noticed him near and that was something else.
Akashi grinned. "Why, are you interested? That's surprising, Daiki. He looks far, far from your ideal type."
"Just answer me. It's kind of unnerving to have a waiter suddenly appear at your side, only to have practically all your friends know him," Aomine said defensively. "Midorima and I were in the dark."
"No, only you are at the moment. Didn't you hear me guess and get it right? He's their old friend," Midorima said in a tone so condescending that Aomine clenched his teeth together in irritation.
This guy…
Aomine gulped down his water to try and cool himself down when –
"I went out with him only a little while ago."
He choked on his water at Kise's cheerful expression, nearly spraying it over the table. "That kid?! Wait, why the hell do you look so damned happy about it?"
"Well, we had the same ideas about what we were looking for in a person but we found out we just weren't really compatible for each other in a love kind of way. I still consider him a close friend," Kise said matter-of-factly. "He's really cute and pretty good at basketball."
"I'm surprised he was willing to go out with someone like you," Midorima interjected with a slight smile.
"Hey, what is that supposed to mean! I'm a nice guy." Kise finally sat back down, arms crossed.
"Well, I just played basketball with him in middle school. He's quiet but talented…in an interesting way," Akashi added. "Murasakibara here used to be friends with him too but they had something of a fallout because of basketball, isn't that right?"
"Well, he's a cool guy. I don't mind talking to him, if it's not about basketball. We just can't talk about it without arguing. But yeah, other than that, it's good."
Aomine leaned back in his chair casually, absorbing the information easily. He toyed with a napkin as he stared directly at his brightly smiling friend. "Kise…are you a pedophile?"
"Of course not!" Kise frowned. "What makes you think that?"
"The kid looks like he's fifteen or something."
At that, the blond's lips twitched before he burst into laughter. "Aominecchi, who do you take me for? Of course, I wouldn't date someone that young. He's our age."
Aomine's eyes bulged. That wimp of a kid was nineteen?!
"You should see your face, Daiki." Akashi's small laugh grated on his nerves.
Midorima sighed. "Aomine, I get that you got your college scholarship through basketball, but what the hell did you think it meant when Akashi said he played with him in middle school?"
"Smart ass," Aomine muttered, feeling his face turn hot. It was a good thing he had dark skin.
But he had to admit, albeit grudgingly, that the kid was damned cute for a college student. He must go to Seirin University then, considering he hadn't seen him around Teiko – a relatively small but still the top tier school – anywhere.
"Excuse me, but your meal is here." Kuroko's voice barely managed to catch the table's attention. Aomine looked to the right of him to find no one there.
"Um, I'm on your left this time," Kuroko said, sounding rather weak. When Aomine glanced to the left, he saw Kuroko's shaking arms trying to support the weight of the tray with five meals on top of it plus glasses of water, the boy's face almost invisible.
"Oi, oi, why are you a waiter if you don't even have the strength to carry anything?" Aomine said more callously than he intended. For a moment he was afraid the boy – or rather, Kuroko – would be offended and he was about to apologize when Kuroko spoke, utterly unbothered.
"Because this job pays the best."
Aomine's jaw dropped. Was this kid serious? He wondered if Kuroko was hard pressed for money. At least that would explain why Kuroko was so damned skinny.
Before he knew what he was doing, he stood up and took the tray from him. Kuroko looked up at him, blinking in confusion. "What are you doing?"
"Just hand everyone a plate and get the cups after that," Aomine mumbled, he himself not sure of why he had bothered to help. The small kid at his side simply nodded.
"Well, thank you," Kuroko said quietly, passing each person their respective dishes with a glass of water. Aomine tried to ignore his friends' stares. After the five plates were set down, Kuroko said, "Have a nice meal, everyone."
He took back the tray, their hands meeting briefly. Aomine's eyes widened as he felt how cold Kuroko's hand was but said nothing as, with a slight bow, Kuroko tried to go back to the kitchen…
Only to trip over Murasakibara's ridiculously long leg, stretched out at the side of the table.
"Ah-" The soft gasp of surprise was hardly audible but Aomine caught him easily, his long arms wrapping around the small body, as Kuroko tried to regain his balance. The kid's face was buried against his chest as he fell against Aomine's large frame, clutching his waist for support.
What…what is this?
Amine felt his heart thud heavily, uncomfortably, in his chest as Kuroko's body pressed against him completely. A faint smell of something like vanilla wafted up to his nose from the kid's hair and Aomine felt his racing pulse. They stayed frozen for all of a second, before Kuroko's arms unwrapped themselves from his waist.
"Ah, I'm sorry," Kuroko mumbled, quickly putting himself upright and bowing slightly. "Thank you."
"It's…nothing," Aomine said gruffly, sitting back down, ignoring the sudden rush of feelings that threatened to overwhelm him. He didn't know what was happening, but he decided to shrug it off, play it cool, the way he always did. "Take care."
But the waiter had already vanished.
A stunned silence settled over the table until Akashi's soft, disconcerting laughter snapped them all out of it.
"Aominecchi, do you like him?" Kise asked in disbelief. "Oh my-"
"Wow, Daiki, I'm surprised. And here I thought you'd find someone like Momoi. You are such an interesting person. Imagine that…"
"Even a person like you is capable of falling in love at first sight," Midorima said, jaw hanging open, so taken aback that his glasses had fallen to the table. He quickly rammed it back on his face and tried to regain his composure. "Well, it did happen to be a good day for Virgos…"
"How would you know? Did you check for Aominecchi?" Kise laughed. "Are you in love with him? How scandalous-"
"Kise, shut up," Midorima muttered, cutting a piece of his steak and putting it into his mouth, chewing slowly. Not even a hint of a blush was on his face. After he swallowed, he touched his glasses again, pushing them up despite the fact that they were perfectly in place. "I happen to check for everyone around me. You should know that just as well as I do. Why should I spend any time with unlucky people?"
"You take your horoscopes too seriously," Kise pouted and Midorima sighed.
Aomine ignored them all, attacking his meal with relish instead. It turned out to be a burger of some sort, so he began scarfing it down.
He himself didn't know what he was feeling. It wasn't quite lust, since it didn't seem to have anything to do with physical attraction. Was it just shock from seeing someone so far from his ideal? But that didn't really explain anything. If he had to be perfectly honest, what he was used to was getting hard from meeting someone at first, having sex with them once, and if it was good, having more. He definitely believed in lust at first sight…but love?
This was so damned confusing. You couldn't just stumble on to the person that you supposedly loved. There had to be something developed first, right? It didn't just pop out of nowhere…
But what did he know about love? He didn't believe in it…
"You'll choke if you eat that fast."
At that, Aomine really did and he hit himself in the chest, fighting for breath. He reached for his water and chugged it. Turning to the right where the voice was coming from, he was about to yell "What the fuck?" but found that the words died in his throat at the sight of the calm face slightly blushing.
"Sorry. The manager told me to give you this because you helped me and you shouldn't have," Kuroko said softly, handing him a large bowl of ice cream.
"Why would you tell him that I did?" Aomine finally gasped out.
"I didn't. He was watching me," Kuroko said simply. "He was going to help me but he had to take care of something else so…thank you."
"Were you going to kill me in the process of showing your gratitude?" Aomine sighed.
"But…I was standing here," Kuroko said, his tone of voice turning surprisingly irritated. "What can I do if you won't look at me?"
Aomine blinked. Why did that sound so…
Why did that sound so cute?
He grimaced as he felt the stares of all four of his friends on him. "Well, thanks for the ice cream. And you're welcome, though I didn't do much."
To his surprise, the kid seemed to turn a little redder as he said so softly that only Aomine could hear. "I also wanted to say thanks…for catching me."
Aomine was rendered speechless as Kuroko, who was no longer in his uniform, quickly headed out the door and was gone before anyone could tell him to wait.
Author's Note: Well how was it? *anxious about how people think about it*
In my defense, Aomine was adorable before basketball ruined his personality! Plus, it is AU, so…*shrugs apologetically* And while it isn't quite love at first sight or anything, it might get fast paced (I tend to write that way, gomen!) Well I hope you enjoyed this first chapter.
*slight play on Akashi's name: akachan is Japanese for baby XD
If you have any requests for KuroBasu fics/oneshots, feel free to send me a PM with a prompt (or genre, you can be as specific as you like), rating (basically smut or no), characters involved (who's seme, who's uke, lol), and any other details you want me to include.
-lots of love, Serena