Rating: K
"Daikicchiii! That isn't even a word!"
Looking over at the tiles he'd just placed down, Aomine scoffed at the blonde sitting across from him.
"Like you would know! Why don't you check the dictionary or something?"
And because he just had that much pride, Kise whipped out his phone and typed his boyfriend's most recent Scrabble word into a search engine. At first he thought there wouldn't be any results and his expression became cocky as he smirked up at the other, but before he could get out an 'I told you so', the page loaded to prove the tanned male was correct.
Face instantly falling into a sour pout of defeat, the model tossed his phone aside and went back to studying his letters without a sound. A chuckle left the power forward's lips as he watched his lover's irritation only grow by the second. It was his idea in the first place to play, so why was he getting his panties all in a twist because he was losing? Though, Aomine had to admit that it was rather adorable.
Leaning back on his hands, he only had to wait a few minutes for the inevitable puppy dog eyes to meet his gaze. Raising an eyebrow, his trademark smirk lifted his features.
"Oh, no, you don't. Why're you always such a sore loser, Ryou?"
"Am not! You're so mean, Daicchi!"
Rolling his sapphire hues and leaning over the game board, he hovered over pure soft lips for a moment.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm the meanest."
And with that, he closed the distance, laughing as he felt a soft punch to his arm before the small forward gave in completely.