Anagapesis - The feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did.
Kise is fully aware of his own fickle nature. He's the type of person that adapts quickly, bores easily, and then moves on to the next excitement. This is evident in his both his club and romantic history. Nobody is more surprised than him when he manages to stick with basketball for five whole years of his middle and high school life.
What's even more amazing is that he spends five whole years pining for the same boy that sparked his interest in the sport in the first place. For five years, he texts Aomine when he can, invites him to one-on-one or Maji Burger outings on the weekends, is subsequently rejected, and remains crushing on this same person. For someone whose shortest relationship to date lasted ten minutes, it's a mightily impressive feat.
It isn't until ten years after graduating high school that Kise finds out that Aomine hadn't been completely blind to his affections the entire time. On a sunny autumn afternoon, a pilot and a policeman share a coffee in a streetside cafe, their forms silhouetted by the setting sun that washes over everything, staining the world orange-yellow.
"So back then. Did you… Like me or something?"
Kise considers the question for a moment, and takes a sip from his coffee, before setting the white cup onto the table with a tap.
"I used to love you. But not anymore."
A smile comes onto Kise's face- a smile worlds away from those fake ones on the magazine pages, and more genuine than anything that Aomine had ever seen back when they were both uncertain, cocky teenagers. In that moment, bathed in the sunset, Kise is radiant.
Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.
The rickshaw stops in front of the Midorima house, and Kazunari turns around to watch his passenger alight from the ride. Shintarou is graceful as he lopes over the edge of the cart and lands softly on the street with barely a sound. Taped fingers lift his bag up and adjusts the strap around his shoulder.
"Shin-chan." Shintarou looks up at the sound of his name, and eyes that remind Takao of four-leaved clovers widen just by the smallest fraction.
A breath passes between them, and Kazunari doesn't need to find the words because he's been thinking about them the entire ride, and during class, and every day for the past few months. He opens his mouth at the same time that Shintarou does.
"See you tomorrow." They're the wrong words, but this is what spills out from Kazunari's lips unintentionally, as if they've jumped from his tongue and into the open air.
Shintarou blinks slowly, before his mouth closes, and he nods. They part silently.