A/N: Just a shorty this week. Not much action goes on in this one hahaha, but I wanted to incorporate Kuroko, and it just ended up being like this.

title: weekly routine
rating: t (+?) (language)
themes: annoying ahomine

Kuroko Tetsuya knew Aomine very well. They had been close, former teammates after all. He knew Aomine's habits and tendencies like the back of his hand. That being said, he also knew that whenever Aomine showed up at his front door, completely unannounced, he was there either to play basketball, or to complain about his pink-haired girlfriend. And so, naturally, Kuroko had been unsurprised when he opened to the door to see Aomine standing there, glaring at him.

Since Aomine was dressed in casual clothes, Kuroko could only assume that he was there because of the latter reason. Suppressing a sigh, he moved to the side so that Aomine could drag himself inside. He muttered an irritated, "sorry for the intrusion," as he shrugged off his jacket and threw it on top of Kuroko's living room couch.

Kuroko drifted off into the kitchen, leaving Aomine to sulk in the living room. The blue-haired boy returned shortly, holding a bowl of chips and a soft drink. Aomine accepted them quietly, munching angrily on the snack.

"Whose fault was it?" Kuroko finally inquired after a long pause of listening to the sound of crunching chips. Aomine scoffed loudly as he snapped open the can of soda. The soda spewed out of the can, which wasn't much of a surprise to Kuroko. As long as the soda didn't touch the carpet, he didn't mind.

"Fucking shit"—

"Please calm down, Aomine-kun," Kuroko sighed, handing his former teammate a few napkins so he could dry off the table. After that had been done, the tan basketball ace resumed his glaring and sulking.

"As if it was my fault," he muttered. "All she does is nag," Aomine continued. His eyes flickered dangerously over to Kuroko, who tried his best not to appear bored. "And don't you go saying that it's 'because she cares about me,' or some other crap like that," he snapped, irritated.

"What would you like me to say, Aomine-kun?" Kuroko questioned, almost sarcastically, reaching over to the bowl of chips, which the other male hastily nudged towards him when he noticed that his reach wasn't quite long enough.

"I don't know. Just don't take her side, like you always do," he ground out, letting out an annoyed sigh.

"It's usually your fault though," Kuroko reminded him. "Damn it, Tetsu. You're not making me feel any better," Aomine replied, almost childishly. He crossed his arms.

"This time was different. I promise. She didn't nag this time, but she was still annoying as hell," he insisted, taking a quick swig out of his can of soda. Kuroko rose an eyebrow at that. His look basically told Aomine to continue with his explanation.

The man clicked his tongue in irritation. He looked embarrassed to speak, and until Aomine's explanation, Kuroko had absolutely no idea why. The other man snuck a hesitant glance at him before letting out a deep breath.

"…I told her that I love her, and she kicked me in the balls," he finally admitted. It took a good deal of will power for Kuroko not to laugh or let out a small, "Pft." Aomine immediately sensed that, and glared over at him. "Don't laugh at my pain, Tetsu. It seriously hurt," he warned.

"Momoi-san isn't the type to do that for no reason," the blue-haired boy pointed out, still shaking a bit from his attempt not to laugh. The other frowned.

"You did something," Kuroko accused bluntly, causing Aomine to flinch. He scratched the back of his head, sighing heavily. "Well…" He trailed off uncertainly. His companion gave him a frighteningly blank stare, which practically forced the explanation out of his mouth.

"I was probably looking at a Mai-chan photo album. And she probably got a little jealous and mad. And then I probably started telling her how much greater Mai-chan is, just to get on her nerves," Aomine elaborated reluctantly.

"And then you claimed that you love her. After saying all of that and offending her," Kuroko stated. Aomine cringed at how straight forward he was. Cruel as always, Tetsu, he thought vaguely. He opened his mouth to retort, but clamped it shut when he heard a sharp knock at the door. Kuroko cast Aomine a knowing look as he stood up. He groaned, sinking into the pillows on the couch.

"Tetsu-kun, is Dai-chan here?"

Aomine felt guilty at how concerned and worried and scared Momoi sounded. He knew it was because during one instance, after arguing with her, he had gone to the bar instead of Kuroko's house, and had refused to see her for days. It was a stunt he promised he would never pull again, but it still always came as a haunting possibility to her.

"I'm here. Satsuki," Aomine called out before Kuroko could answer. He stood up, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he approached the front door. Despite the fact that she was wearing his high school jersey jacket, she was shivering. Her hair was a bit messy from the cold winds, and it was apparent that she had rushed to get here. She angrily puffed her cheeks out at him, and he rolled his eyes in response.

She barely caught the jacket he had abruptly tossed her. After she had wrapped it snuggly around her shoulders, he took a firm hold of her hand, muttering gruffly, "Let's go." It was his very subtle way of saying "sorry," which Momoi knew very well. She couldn't help but beam up at him.

"Sorry for the trouble again, Tetsu-kun," Momoi whispered behind Aomine's back before he hastily tugged her forward. She offered him a small smile of apology before Aomine tugged once more, telling her to hurry up. Kuroko merely held his hand up in farewell before quietly closing his door.

A few days later, Aomine returned with yet another complaint and anecdote about his pink-haired girlfriend. Kuroko couldn't really say that he was surprised.