"Yo, Tetsu, I was wondering-"

"No." Aomine grunts at the sudden answer from the other end of the couch. Damn it, why do you get to put your cold as frick feet on my legs but I don't get what I want? "Stop frowning. Midorima-san says it will give you premature wrinkles." Kuroko's voice is muffled as she pulls the blanket farther down Aomine's body and farther up her own. This is actually really friggin' unfair.

"Midorima has premature wrinkles." Aomine grumbles. A small, pale white foot slides out from under the blanket and squishes her left boob. "Shush." Kuroko chastises. The larger girl rolls her eyes, grabbing the offending foot, and drags a nail along the sole of said foot, making her friend jerk her foot back and squeak softly. "Rude." The smaller girl sounds flustered. People- meaning basically all their friends- think Kuroko is little Ms. Proper, always speaking polite and always wearing that indifferent expression, but she's really a little jerk who steals the covers and has feet that feel like ice and thinks kicking and punching Aomine's boobs is always the answer when she's annoyed by her friend.

A few moments pass by while the two girls pretend to watch the movie that's playing; it's this weird foreign film about zombies or something? All Aomine knows is that there have been many shots of side boob and lots of gratuitous gore.

Bored by the scene on the screen (are they, like, doing the do? but, zombies? what the frick?), Aomine focuses on her friend's face- or, at least, the part of her friend's face not hidden by the blanket. It's not even a nice blanket. It's this old, patchwork thing that was passed down by apparently a bunch of people until now or some shiz like that? Aomine never listened all that well when Kuroko's grandma would drone on and on about the blanket's history. The edges are frayed and there are holes where threads have been unraveled and parts have fallen off.

The two of them are on the couch, Kuroko's body practically on top of hers. Her feet rest comfortably on Aomine's abdomen and Aomine's feet are on either side of her chest, almost in her armpits. It's a weird position, but the apartment is cold and they're close enough as friends that they don't really mind the physical closeness.

"Aomine-chan, please stop staring. It's annoying."

"Then, lemme-"

"No." Kuroko frowns at her. Her upset face is kind of funny, actually; her eyebrows draw together and her lips tilt downwards slightly and her cheeks turn a slight pink. It would be kind of cute if she wasn't such a little jerk butt. "Why not?" Aomine whines, sitting up and allowing Kuroko and the blanket to slide off of her. "All I want is-"

"Aomine-chan." Kuroko's cheeks are a bright red as she sits up. Her shirt- obviously one Kagami left when she was over at some point- slips off her shoulder and exposes smooth, pale skin and a dark blue bra strap. "Tetsu." Aomine copies her friend's admonishing tone and grimaces. In all honesty, it's a pretty stupid thing to be arguing over, and Aomine shouldn't really be so pushy. But it's not her fault. With a loud sigh, Kuroko covers her face with a hand, like she's so done with Aomine. "I told you the answer is no." The statement comes out embarrassed and flustered, like Aomine's asking her to frick frack or somethin'.

"Tetsu, I am literally dying here. Don't you love me?"

"Oh my God, what are you even doing right now?" The hand falls from her face to reveal a very annoyed Kuroko.

"Tetsu. All I am asking for is a cuddle. Why are you having a break down? We've done it before!"

"In middle school. We're in high school. It's weird."

"Bruh, just let me snuggle with you. Please."

Aomine attempts to make puppy dog eyes at her friend. "Stoppppp." Kuroko presses a cold foot to Aomine's bare thigh, making the girl yelp. "How are you still this cold?! Like, fuck!"

"You shouldn't curse."

"Tetsu. C'mere." At this point, the dark blue-haired girl has given up with negotiations. She leans forward and wraps her arms around her much smaller, much weaker friend and drags her back, smushing their bodies together. "Ahhhhh, I feel so much better." Aomine moans as she feels the delightful pressure on her abdomen. Most of the time, she hates cuddling and snuggling and hugging (or, at least, that's what she says), but when she's on her period, snuggling makes the cramps and other assorted period pains feel more bearable.

Kuroko tenses up for a moment like she's going to claw her way out of the situation (like a cat or some shiz), before loosening up and allowing herself to be cuddled by her friend. "I hate you." she mumbles into Aomine's shoulder.

"Shush, you're always so angry when you're on your period."