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Taiga gained weight and Daiki could feel it.

On the parts under his navel, his shoulders, both his butt cheeks and with a new double chin. Kagami didn't notice because it was not something that changed abruptly as fast as this. It might cause by the lack of basketball, the lack of burnt building, and the spate of celebrations—Kagami's birthday, their anniversary, Kagami's dad came to Japan and the Generation of Miracles' reunion. It might be visible if Daiki's birthday came and by the end of August, Kagami became a mother.

Taiga was sprawled under him, flushed and dazed. Daiki was still wearing his dress shirt, not bothering changing so he smelled like car smoke and sweat, and last bits of perfume. At least Taiga didn't mind even though he smelled like spices and a bit of soap. Their crotches were plastered, but Taiga wasn't hard, only Aomine did. He was moving Taiga's legs—huh, heavy?—and felt the buns on his thigh more… full. The pillow under Taiga's head made him in a half nod position, showing his new chin. He might still tease the part under his navel because every inch of Taiga was pinch-able.

He wouldn't tell directly because he didn't mind, thinking with few rounds of basketball would fix it. But then being a police was way busier at night, he'd be more tired after he went back from work. He gradually let it go until a week and when it's Monday again, he told him through discreet messages.

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The sticky note was what made Kagami stop from wearing his boots, Aomine already went out because he said he had to run a few errands. It said, 'we should eat more vegetables than meat and carb'.

He rose his eyebrow, thought he already bought grocery yesterday? Did Aomine want hot pot tonight? So Kagami searched for his wallet on his bag and found that he had money for that. Sure, why not.

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They made hot pot and it's delicious and it was too much.

Aomine actually widens his eyes and backed his head unbelievably because it's like the giant hot pot for family dinner, with a parent, five noisy kids, and a grandma because wow. "Are we having guesses?"

Kagami was preparing their drink, he made ocha and he finally came with a tray of a teapot and two cups, their small coffee table was full now. "Eh… no?"

Aomine shouldn't be surprised but he already had the thought he should create Kagami's diet, so he internally cringed. "Well, aren't this too much?"

Kagami frowned as he settled their chopsticks, "what do you mean? We always eat with this amount."

Eh, it's true. Daiki should be more specific, then. "Eh, yeah, but… you know." He wasn't used to this, giving advice without making it seemed offensive.

"I know… what?" Kagami was already dividing his chopstick, now he looked wary and Daiki subconsciously leaned back. He at least tried to keep their eye contact.

"You should reduce the amount of it…?" he said carefully, seeing Kagami's cheeks also looked chubbier. Kagami's eyebrows scrunched because Daiki never asked that. He always asked something unintelligible like, 'are you a black hole?' or 'where did all that went? No, wait, must be that fine ass.' or 'isn't that inhuman?'

"Why…?" Kagami settled his chopsticks, feeling awry.

Daiki divided his chopsticks, didn't explain but putting mushrooms on Kagami's bowl, bad tactic. "Well, here." He settled, "I think you need this more."

Kagami looked down, no meat, what's the meaning of this? "Aomine…" he started, a frown darkened his expression, "are you saying I'm fat?"

Daiki physically cringed, yelling an indignant "No! Why would I said that?!" which sounded completely hypocritical and Kagami's expression darkened.

"You can say it, you know!"

Aomine only managed to open his mouth but didn't know how to explain and Kagami, feeling embarrassed, actually reduced his amount and eat the small vegetable. Daiki knew he did what he asked but somehow something wasn't settling. "You can have more but just not too much."

Kagami's cheeks were red, "I don't need it." He looked out of place and Daiki chose to shut up, continue picking his vegetables and meat and their awkward dinner.

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."I… did gain weight," Kagami muttered to his reflection in the mirror, Aomine was watching TV after their dinner. He should go back to the kitchen to finish the dish because it's his turn, didn't want Aomine thinking he was checking himself.

"I… did gain weight," Kagami muttered to his reflection in the mirror, Aomine was watching TV after their dinner. He should go back to the kitchen to finish the dish because it's his turn, didn't want Aomine thinking he was checking himself.

He walked back, and as the smell of the rest of the hot pot wafting, he scowled because he could feel his saliva pooling. He gulped, overly conscious that Aomine would hear, and proceed to clean. It was when he scrubbed a bowl with a sponge that invading hands captured his stomach. He yelped, the slippery plate fell from his hand, shattered to pieces.

Aomine was about to laugh but the piercing sound shut him up, now leave with awkward silence as Aomine's hands now dropped to his side. "Um…"

Kagami glared daggers, Aomine hurriedly tensed, one time he was scared of his rival. Aomine opened his mouth, "Sorry." Kagami was, predictably, going to start ranting and sending insults, but Aomine pinched his lips—how dare he?!—and started, "I forgot you were doing the dishes, okay?—don't move. You'll step on it—and I know what you are thinking, Kagami!" Kagami only narrowed his eyes, still glaring murderous signals, "you are thinking I don't like it when you weighed—"

Kagami took Aomine's hand away from his lips, making 'pueh' sound, so Aomine continued before the Nag arrive, "—but you are wrong. I don't think it's bad, I kind of think it's cute—"

"Well, you could've told me!"

"—I'm not good with that shit!" he frowned, Kagami's hand lowered—damn, he crushed his wrist—and Aomine continued gently, "I'm just trying to keep you stay in shape, even though any shape you have doesn't matter, but you still play and it's kind of like you need to play more."

Kagami softens his expression, but he raised a brow and asked cynically, "Even if I gained two hundred more pounds…?"

"You'll lose to me in general, you know!"

Kagami scoffed silently. But he finally nodded and walked away from Daiki, there was a slight red on his cheeks and Daiki tried not to dance a victory dance because Kagami didn't argue, "move!" Kagami said and he pushed Daiki away, made Daiki smirked at his childishness. Kagami took a broom and a dustpan. Aomine thought he'd crouched but he handed it to Aomine instead, earning an 'eeh…?'

"You deserve it, asshole!" he said, "almost giving me a heart attack." He muttered, went back to cleaning the dishes.

Aomine sighed, obeyed his lover's demand. He crouched and didn't grumble this time, batting Kagami's legs softly to prevent his feet from stepping a shred. He deserved it, couldn't keep his hands to himself. Like right now, because Kagami's bum looked hella' fine from down there.

"Ack-! AHOMINE…!"

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Note: brb to fix Excelsior from all over again, cuz yeah I'm that maso who can't secure my timetable.

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Have a cup of tea instead.