Kagami's phone buzzed, humming against the wood table by his bed. He picked it up and looked at the screen.
"I'm going to bed. Goodnight"
"Night, Kuroko." He tossed the phone carelessly off the bed and buried his face in his pillow. It landed with a whump on a pile of clothes. A sigh seeped from his mouth.
He'd seen Kuroko at school that day. Their text conversation had been unbroken since the first "Good morning," but it wasn't enough. He wished it was the weekend. He wished Kuroko was spending the night, and they weren't planning to sleep until it hurt to move and the cold blue light that melted through the window gave the air a distinctive, sleepy taste. It wasn't enough.
Kagami cornered Kuroko every chance he got, hiding in the shadows to dig his fingers in his hair, bury his tongue in his mouth, push him back against a wall and lean into him until he could feel both their heartbeats pounding. When Kuroko talked, his eyes locked on his face, watching his mouth move, his eyes wander, everything. When Kuroko didn't talk, he stared even harder; he could disappear so easily when he was quiet. They'd always had a habit of wandering off to stand close to each other, sitting a few inches apart on the bench during games, but now there always seemed to be some part of Kagami glued right to his boyfriend's skin.
It was a bright, sunny Saturday and the two of them were hanging out with Aomine. They had never exactly told him that they were dating, but they had seen the wide grin that split his face when he saw them holding hands.
"Finally!" He'd said. Kagami had reached up and shoved him, hand colliding with his face, lips twisted in an attempt to hide a smile.
They were going to the movies later, and had to waste time until then. Kagami was leaning against a tree in the shade, watching the other two sit on a park bench. Aomine towered over Kuroko, his arm thrown casually behind the other's shoulders, Kuroko fitting easily into his shadow. They were smiling while they talked and Kuroko's shoulders shook slightly with laughter, his eyes sparkling. Aomine's grin was wide and lopsided, careless. He threw his head back when he laughed, so much louder and deeper than Kuroko's. His eyes met Kagami's as he looked back down, still smiling. Kagami's breath caught. For a second he was frozen, locked in Aomine's gaze.
They hung out in the park for a while before wandering off. They walked around town, stopping to get food, drifting in and out of stores, until they decided it was late enough to go to the theater.
Kuroko sat in the middle, holding a large bag of popcorn. He and Kagami had bought it to share, but neither of them reacted when a third hand slipped in to steal a handful. Kagami wrapped his arm around Kuroko's shoulders, leaning into him until the armrest dug into his ribs. Aomine's arm was draped over the back of the seat, and he was leaning into the middle too, his shoulder centimeters away from Kuroko's head. He smiled when Kuroko kissed Kagami's cheek, but he looked away quickly, and his expression faltered. It was gone almost immediately, but for a second he looked like he'd just been punched in the gut. Kagami frowned.