AN: WHAT EVEN IS THIS AND WHY DID I WRITE IT HONESTLY IDK? I am so so so sorry? But I kind of love this? I might win the Nobel prize? AoKaga as complete dorks OMG? I should not write when I've had a lot of sugar?
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroko no Basuke. (?)
Aomine stumbled down the corridor, familiar enough by now that he could make his way to the meeting room with minimal wrong turns, but apparently not at all familiar enough to make it to the bathroom without taking so long it would make more sense to just pee himself. And really, it had gotten to the point where he'd almost rather have to change his pants than hold it in until he found his way by some miracle. Plus, he rationalized, he had a pair of sweaty basketball shorts somewhere in his desk. It wasn't exactly business casual, but it would last him until the end of the work day.
Thankfully for his coworkers, the young man came to his senses, realizing that peeing himself at his new job was probably a ticket to being fired. Besides, what if the hot guy four cubicles away from him saw? He'd actually rather have his bladder explode than his mysterious redhead coworker see him wet his pants.
Very unfortunately for him, the aforementioned bladder would not listen to reason, and he soon found the front of his slacks looking suspiciously wetter than they had just a few moments ago.
He cursed anything he could possibly think of in the moment, both internally and externally, but the hallway he was currently in seemed deserted, and that was something at least.
But sometimes seeming was not reality. It was in that state that the same redhead he wanted more than anything not to see found him: pants soaked, slightly sweaty in frustration, leaning against a wall muttering words that would make a sailor blush.
"Er... A-Aomine, was it?" the man (Daiki still had not heard the man's name in all of his low key stalking) asked flusteredly, clearly unsure of what to do in the situation and apparently lacking the mercy and common sense to just walk away and pretend he never saw anything. "Are you... Alright?"
"I'm perfect, absolutely perfect," he bit back, slightly more harsh than he had originally intended. It didn't matter anyway, Aomine guessed, he'd already embarrassed himself enough where a little rudeness meant absolutely nothing. "It's just juice, okay?! Just juice..."
"Yes, well, if you're okay then I have some work to do, but-" the redhead paused, blushing slightly and eyes flittering back and forth as if he was having some sort of internal battle. "Maybe I'll see you around sometime, Aomine? It's Kagami, by the way."
The man, Kagami, stumbled away as quickly as he could, and Aomine breathed the deepest sigh of relief he'd ever had in his life.
"Yes!" he 'whispered' to himself, though it resembled a shout more closely. "He totally bought the whole juice thing!"
"Keep telling yourself that, Aomine-kun," came a voice from behind him, causing him to actually yell this time, and quite possibly pee himself for a second time, not that it really made a difference anyway.
"Damn it, Tetsu, I told you to stop doi-" the bluenette began, growling as he whirled around, but nothing was behind him except for the faint scent of vanilla and a retreating flash of teal hair far down the hallway.