Kuroko was planning to come over to his house after school, and Kagami was waiting outside, bouncing on the balls of his feet, eyes skipping from person to person. A blur of blue wavered in the crowd, then disappeared. Suddenly, Kuroko was beside him.
"Hello."
"Hey." He fiddled with a loose thread in his pocket as they started walking, his face turned away, eyes fixed on the sidewalk. The only sound was his own footsteps, his own heartbeat. He peered sideways. Kuroko's arm was only inches away from his. His hand slipped out of his pocket slowly and clenched into a fist. A bird chattered on a telephone pole and the wind from a passing car ruffled his hair gently. Uncurling hesitantly, his fingers crept towards Kuroko's.
"You don't have to be nervous, Kagami." Kuroko smiled softly, blushing, and took his hand. Kagami's face flushed dark and he looked away. They were quiet for a long time, until Kagami apologized for his sweaty hands, and Kuroko let go to wipe the sweat off on Kagami's shirt. Kagami yelled at him. Hand in hand, they bickered all the way to his house.
Kagami opened the front door and let Kuroko step inside. They walked into the living room, flopping on the couch.
"Last night was a date." Kagami blurted, halfway between a question and a statement. Kuroko nodded. Kagami scratched the back of his head and looked at his feet, hesitating before he spoke.
"Can I kiss you again?" Kuroko nodded harder.
He leaned in until their lips met softly. His hand reached around the back of Kuroko's head, soft hair ghosting between his fingers. He tilted his head forward, pressed harder.
The kiss ended.
They spent the rest of the day sitting, talking, watching T.V. with Kuroko's head rested so lightly on the other's shoulder that he could hardly feel it.