Kagami stayed home from school the next day. He didn't really mean to, but every time he tried to stand up, nothing happened. He lay there, staring at the wall. Nobody was there to tell him to move, so he gave up, and let himself fall back asleep.
When he finally dragged himself out of bed, it was almost noon. He wandered into the kitchen and mindlessly made himself breakfast. He ate slowly, and ended up throwing half of it away, then walked back into his room and picked up his phone. One message from Riko. None from Kuroko. Two from Aomine.
"Fuck you," he muttered, his thumb hovering over Aomine's name. He threw the phone onto the bed and sat down on the floor beside it, hugging his knees, his face pressed against them. He was crying. "Fuck you, Aomine, and your fucking smile and your annoying face." He sobbed until his throat hurt.
Kuroko and Aomine were sitting side by side in a booth in the darkest corner of Maji Burgers, Kuroko leaning on Aomine's arm and picking at his food. Kuroko's lack of presence was most obvious when he was upset, and right now he was almost non-existent. He hadn't said a single word the whole time.
"I didn't even know something was wrong," He whispered.
"That fucking asshole," Aomine said. "I can't believe he did that to you. He's a piece of shit."
"You liked him," Kuroko said.
"I was wrong."
"You can't hate him for breaking up with me Aomine-kun. It's not his fault if he doesn't like me anymore."
"He didn't even give you a proper reason!"
"Maybe that really was the whole reason. Maybe I'm just not enough." Aomine smacked him lightly.
"Shut up." Kuroko buried his face in Aomine's shirt, and they were silent for a few minutes.
"I don't want you to stop being his friend," Kuroko finally said, almost too quiet to be heard. "You are good for each other. You don't have to hate him for me. I don't hate him." Aomine scowled, but didn't respond.