a cat walks past
I have no clue how I make it through a whole conglomeration of movies without attacking Kuroko and putting his earlier words to good use.
"Kagami-kun," Kuroko pokes at my side without turning towards me, his eyes focused on the television. "You need to translate for me. I understood the part about freeing the horses and the threats by the cowboys, but what he said after I could not figure out."
I cringe, turning my eyes back to the old Western film Kuroko had chosen despite the language barrier. I hadn't been paying attention; at least I've seen this particular film enough to know the general gist of what had been said while I was contemplating kissing Kuroko's lovely lips. "Ah…something along the lines of 'all we need now is for a black cat to walk past'."
Kuroko presses pause and turns to give me an inquisitive glance, "A black cat? I didn't see any cats, are you sure you heard right?"
"Yeah, well," I reach an arm to the back of my head to scratch at the red fuzz sprouting on the back of my neck. "It's a…superstition thing, actually the same as Japan."
"Oh," Kuroko's face lights up and he turns back to the movie, pressing play, "An ill omen,"
"Ah huh, basically put they don't think things could get worse,"
Kuroko's brow lowers in a frown as one of the cowboys are shot and the horse runs off, "They always get worse if you say that." He pauses the movie again and turns to me, "In middle school Aomine-kun had horrible behaviour and Momoi-san always said that at least he couldn't get worse, but he did. And Akashi-kun was protective, but never harsh, that was until we thought his tyranny couldn't get worse."
"He seems… okay now, I guess?"
Kuroko nods sagely, "Akashi-kun has improved since he met Furihata-kun, they are very close and Furihata-kun gets upset when Akashi-kun threatens others. I believe Akashi-kun is improving simply because he doesn't want Furihata-kun to dislike him,"
I think back to their surprise visit and realise that, indeed, Akashi was less harsh with the brunette around. I mention so aloud and have the privilege of seeing Kuroko's brows sky-rocket.
"They came to see you? About what?"
I chuckle nervously, "Ah, about you actually."
"Me?" Kuroko splutters incredulously, before his eyes narrow, "Was it Momoi-san's fault?"
"Huh, Momoi? What does she have to do with this?"
"She…" Kuroko suddenly stops and tries to stand up, hands curling into his sides. "I think I'd like to sleep now, Kagami-kun, I'll take the couch,"
"Yes-ah! Wait, what?" I stumble to my feet and grab Kuroko's wrist to stop him from hurrying to the other side of the couch. "What did she do?"
Kuroko's eyes lower and he slips his wrist from my grasp until only our fingers are touching. "She must have told Akashi-kun that I liked you."
