The chuckle that met his ears as he fell forward was welcomed, especially as he accidentally bumped the other man's knees against the lockers in front of them.
"Glad you can say it out loud and without idiot attached." Wrapping his arms around the other man's middle and resting his chin on his slender shoulders, Aomine blew his boyfriend's golden hair from his face before kissing his cheek.
"You're always an idiot. Even when you're good and even when you hot, idiot Ryōta." Adding his ever present term of endearment, the small forward kissed his rival again with earnest, thrilled to see him smile.