Dealing with Aomine Daiki was like dealing with an overgrown housecat.

This was the conclusion Kagami came up with as he lay pinned to the bed.

That asshole is stuck up, annoying, has a habit of walking around whining for food and attention, sleeps all the damn time, has really soft hair, and he usually seems like he's a moment away from clawing you to death.

The resemblance was almost scary.

Kagami checked Aomine's forehead again.

The fever wasn't going down much, but there wasn't anything he could about it while he was trapped.

Truthfully, he didn't really mind his predicament, so he lay there and waited, fingers trailing through Aomine's hair.

Aomine woke to the pleasant feeling of large, slightly rough fingers moving over his scalp. It was like a massage.

Being in his half-asleep state, he didn't recognize that it was weird or out of the ordinary, it was simply something that felt nice.

He was still sleepy, so instead of opening his eyes and getting up, he groaned and shoved his face deeper into his pillow. It smelt so good, like a million spices all blended together in sunshine.

Then his pillow moved and the hand on his head dissappeared.

It took his brain a few minutes to register that pillows don't normally smell like anything much or spontaneously move on their own.

Confused, he blinked and pushed himself up on his forearms.

He found himself looking down at a slightly mussed and drowsy Kagami.

Holy shit.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

"Yo. You awake?"

Aomine struggled to find a response as his mind whirled in different directions. He wanted to leap off the bed and run away as fast as he could from this embarrassing situation, but he also wanted to flop back down and bury his face in Kagami's hair.

Both urges were equal, so he ended up hovering on his forearms with a blank expression on his face, doing nothing.

Kagami seemed to take that as a 'still asleep', so he groaned and pushed Aomine onto his side.

"Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."

Aomine watched in silence as Kagami got up and left the room.

Then he buried his face in the recently vacated pillow.

What had possessed him to do that?

Well, at least Kagami hadn't seemed angry...

Wait, why wasn't he angry?

Oh damn, this pillow smells good.

Aomine grinned like an idiot and inhaled deeply.

He could never get enough.

After making sure Aomine had eaten something, namely the rice he had made earlier, Kagami grabbed his things and put on his shoes.

He should be getting home, there was housework to do and dinner to make.

As he tied his laces, Aomine hovered nearby. He seemed nervous and embarrassed about something and was trying to hide it, though the attempt was poor.

Kagami frowned.

Was he missing something?

"See ya. When your endurance recovers send me a text or something so we can play a proper game."

Kagami opened the door and had one foot outside when he caught an indistinct mutter from behind him.

"Huh?"

"Err… Umm… I guess… ank… you…"

There was more, but Aomine wasn't saying it clearly enough for Kagami to make out the words.

"What did you say?"

Aomine glared at the floor, face turning a progressively redder shade.

"I said thanks for today you dumbass!"

One look at Aomine's face was all it took for Kagami's feet to carry him right back through that door. The expression he saw was a strangely intriguing mix of anger and embarrassment.

Kagami was seized by an overwhelming urge.

An urge?

To do what?

Well, he didn't really think about that.

He just let his body move, the same way he did when he was really engrossed in a game.

"Huh? Kagami? What are you–? Mfph–!"

He only realized what was happening after he grabbed Aomine's shoulders and yanked him forwards, their lips smashing together painfully.

That was gonna bruise.

Kagami moved his arms so that they could wrap around Aomine's shoulders and tugged him closer, this time more gently.

Aomine didn't seem to get the message.

He stood there like he was frozen in place, eyes wide in shock.

Kagami stood still as well and waited, their lips stilled pressed together, not daring to move, as Aomine caught up with the situation and relaxed.

Kagami tightened his arms, then noticed Aomine's hands.

He almost burst out laughing.

Aomine was doing what you could call the hover-hand, wanting to touch but not.

Kagami smiled and shut his eyes, pushing his face further forwards. It felt so nice.

Then he came to his senses.

Kagami jerked backwards as their foreheads touched and reality crashed down on him, accompanying the heat that Aomine's skin gave off.

The peace and satisfaction that had woven through him was quickly torn apart.

What the hell was he doing to someone with a fever?

Aomine blinked a few times and stared at him.

"Kagami."

Somehow his voice was deeper than usual, almost like a growl.

"What?"

"It's up."

At first he didn't understand what Aomine was saying, but a pointed glance downwards told him everything he needed to know.

Kagami was at a loss for words, so he used a different method to communicate.

Face blazing with a similar colour to his hair, he punched Aomine hard in the stomach and bolted out the door, embarrassment and frustration emanating from him in waves.

It took a few days, but Kagami finally got a text from Aomine.

It was a simple demand of 'get to the court after practice'. Kagami grimaced at the message.

Exactly who taught this idiot such abysmal communication skills?

Thankfully, he had been getting much better at decoding Aomine as of late.

It was still difficult though.

"Kagami-kun, duck."

Kuroko's voice seemed to float over his shoulder.

Kagami's head snapped up from his phone screen and then jerked to the side, narrowly avoiding a piece of chalk that had been thrown with pinpoint accuracy.

"My my, what could you possibly be doing that is more interesting than this lesson Kagami-kun?"

Oh balls.

The teacher had noticed him.

Kagami grimaced slightly and ignored the quiet giggles of his classmates as he was subjected to a long speech about paying attention in class.

Kagami was exhausted.

First he had to deal with his annoying English teacher, then he was held late to receive even more lecturing since he 'didn't seem like he understood the matter', making him very late for practice. As a reward, Riko gave him her usual practice menu times three.

His entire body hurt like hell.

He made his way to the court, limbs so stiff he wouldn't be surprised if they started creaking.

Would he even be able to play?

When he finally arrived, he found something unexpected waiting for him.

Aomine Daiki with casual clothes on.

Instead of the usual sweaty workout clothes he seemed to live in, Aomine was wearing something you might wear to go shopping or catch a movie.

It was weird.

Granted, he looked pretty attractive, but still weird.

Does he still have a fever?

"Yo."

"You really need to work on your invitations. And what's with the get-up?"

Aomine glared at him, then started walking down the street.

"Let's go."

Kagami was confused.

Go where?

Weren't they going to play at the court?

"Where are we going?"

Kagami jogged a little to catch up and fell into step next to Aomine.

"We're eating at my place. The idiot senpais made us all go out to buy shit for the club and I'm damn hungry after all that work."

Well that kind–of explained the clothing.

Still, exactly what was going on?

Why couldn't they just go to Maji Burger?

"Hey, we could just go to–"

"No. We're going to my place."

Aomine was being weirdly insistent about all of this.

Definitely strange…