Prompt: Imagine person A of your OTP wearing nothing but a shirt or jacket of person B's, which is baggy or oversized on them. Person B comes home to see Person A curled up on the couch asleep like this, and finds it absolutely adorable.

Pairing: Aomine/Kuroko

Author's Note: Hello~ this is dedicated to tetsumine on tumblr, who ships these two hardcore :D uhuhuhu~

Warning: FLUFF. A bit OOC maybe.

There were only two people in the world that knew the code to open Aomine's door, which was surprising since most people called him "Ahomine" for a reason. For someone constantly belittled in terms of intelligence, it was rather a complex code and, even if one knew it, the door still wouldn't open without the key. His coach had been adamant about keeping him safe, now that he was a professional basketball player for the NBA.

Kuroko had followed him to America to get married. And he had never regretted that decision he'd made back at the end of high school.

"Sorry to intrude," he murmured quietly to himself, fully knowing no one was here anyway.

The light-blue-haired male let himself into Aomine's ridiculously large place and secured the door behind him, trying not to make a total mess in the hallway. He had been taking a nice walk here when the sky decided to dump all of its water contents on him.

Kuroko quickly grabbed a towel from the bathroom and tried to dry himself off. It was useless.

With a reflexive look around – he really didn't have a body to brag about, though he was by no means fat – he stripped off everything, his shirt, his pants, his boxers, his socks. He shivered from the cold and snuck into Aomine's unnecessarily enormous closet, where he took the oversized t-shirt that might as well be his, because he wore it so much.

By oversized t-shirt, it was oversized on Aomine. So, naturally on Kuroko, the shirt hung somewhere below mid-thigh, just a bit above his knees.

So why didn't he keep it? Well, if Aomine kept it in his closet all the time…

Kuroko turned red. It would always smell like him. But the shirt itself practically belonged to Kuroko by now.

It was rather amazing that Aomine lived so simply when he was being paid so much. But Kuroko rather liked that about him, that Aomine never let the fame or the wealth get to his head. The only staff he hired was a maid who would come and clean twice or three times a week, and a cook-on-demand that would be there in case of an emergency, which was just when Kuroko was too busy or too tired to make anything.

Kuroko shoved his sopping wet clothes into the laundry basket and headed over to the kitchen, turning on the mini flatscreen TV that had been placed conveniently near the cabinets.

"Would you believe that Mr. Aomine is the youngest NBA player ever to beat nearly all records within a single year? Just look at him play! It is unbelievable. I have never laid eyes on such talent!"

"Indeed and he seems to be quite humble, passing when it is clear he is capable of making all the shots himself!"

"Wait, wait…here he goes…he shoots…and he scores!"

Kuroko smiled to himself as he began making soup to warm himself up. Everyone back in Japan would laugh if they saw something like this, considering everyone knew how Aomine had been the most egotistical basketball player in the entire world in high school, though with good reason.

Somehow, though, Aomine had changed.

The phantom's cheeks flushed. And maybe he could take just a bit of the credit for that change.

He made a very simple, vegetable-based soup, which he drank by himself at the table before going to the couch to try and wait up for Aomine to come home. His h-husband would probably be very tired when he got home, so it was all Kuroko could do to wait.

But the soup was so warm and he was so comfortable…

Sleepy…

[~ * ~]

"Tadaima," Aomine muttered, immediately seeing the small shoes placed neatly by the door on the inside. His eyes lit up, though his body was a bit too sore to move any faster than at a walking pace as he headed to the family room.

Kuroko…

Aomine swallowed heavily at the sight of Kuroko curled up into a small little ball, wearing his shirt.

Goddamn, he loved Kuroko a little too much. It was almost painful.

He set down his sports bag and ran his hand through his damp hair. And was that the smell of soup? Aomine found his lips quirking up into a smile. If he could have it his way, Kuroko wouldn't have to go to his work at the nearby elementary school and he would cage the slender male in this house like the possessive brute he was.

But then again, the person who was most out of the house was him, playing basketball for hours on end.

Kuroko was an angel to put up with him and his crazy "work" hours.

"D…Dai…ki…"

Aomine froze up completely. Lately, Kuroko would murmur his given name in his sleep like this. It was so…so damned adorable he didn't know what to do with himself. He swiped a hand across his burning cheeks.

"Tetsu-"

The shirt hiked up as Kuroko squirmed a bit and Aomine's mouth went dry. Inch after inch of tantalizing skin became bared by the loose shirt to the point that he couldn't possibly take it anymore.

He leaned down and kissed his too-cute lover on the forehead, restraining himself just enough when-

"Okairi."

Navy blue eyes widened to meet slumberous sky blue ones. Kuroko yawned.

"Do you want-"

"You? Yes."

Kuroko flushed. "You know I was talking about dinner."

"I know. But I want you," Aomine murmured, nibbling on Kuroko's ear. "Do you even know how damned adorable you look? I just want to eat you."

"Dinner first," Kuroko insisted. "Or a bath."

"Tch, Tetsu. People usually offer dinner, bath, or themselves as the three choices, you know?" Aomine mumbled.

"You can…have me last."

Aomine swallowed. "Damn it, Tetsu…"

"I'll…go wait in bed," Kuroko said with a soft smile that made Aomine's heart literally skip a beat. The slender male disappeared and Aomine plopped down on the floor, knuckles against his head.

"Too cute, Tetsu. You're too cute."

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed it :D