DISCLAIMER: KUROKO TETSUYA AND ANYTHING ELSE YOU RECOGNIZE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME
Curious Questions
Their table was roaring with noise as they ate. Murasakibara was pouting over having to eat food before desert while Midorima kept squeezing his rubber duck (the lucky item of the day) whenever Kise tried to reach across the table to steal the fries from his plate. Kuroko could just see the gears turning in Aomine's head as he tried to figure out the trajectory for flinging mashed potatoes into Kise's hair. Akashi had stepped outside to take a call but Kuroko could see him pacing around the sidewalk outside.
Kuroko could see the other diners judging them too.
The old men looked at their jerseys, them having just come from the Winter Cup of their third year, with amused remembrance and young boys with twinkling awe. Women watched their muscles ripple under them with thinly veiled disgust at the sweat clinging to them and lust hung in the eyes of the teenage girls.
He wondered briefly what they would think if they knew the truth. Would the disgust make itself obvious if they saw Kuroko's hand lying too high on Atsushi's thigh or the barge of bite marks under Akashi's jersey, since it was the only time he let them dominate him? If they knew that Kise's attempts to get his hands on Midorima were attempts to wipe the scent of Takao's cologne off him and Midorima's reluctance was only because he disliked Kise's possessiveness, what would they do?
"Kuro-chin?" Musakibara's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
He glanced around, finding everyone watching him. "What?"
"I've got to return home," Akashi declared, and Kuroko wondered when he had come back inside. "I can't join but the others were considering returning to Ryōta's home for a movie."
"And showers," Aomine added, struggling not to burst into laughter at the mess of potatoes in Midorima's hair. "Honestly, Shintarō, I was aiming for Ryōta. I swear."
"That's so mean Aominecchi!" Kise whined.
Midorima ignored him in favor of glaring. "You guys are so juvenile."
"Hey! Don't lump me in with Ryōta!"
As the two began arguing, Atsushi questioned, "Are you coming to Kise-chin's with us?"
"If you aren't up to it, I can drop you off at your home on my way to meet you my father," Akashi added.
"I'm fine." A small smile reached his lips. "I'd much rather be at Kise-kun's with all of you then alone at my home."