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o2: coloring in your eyes
"You are completely inebriated," Kuroko notes with the slightest air of distaste, wrinkling his nose as the pungent alcoholic vapors make their way through the shared dormitory room.
"Like - Like you would - knoooow..." Aomine slurs, pausing to shrug off his jacket and wiggle out of his sneakers. He then flops ungracefully onto the floor, missing the living room's plush couch by a good three feet.
"Ow."
"Aomine-kun," Kuroko begins - about to berate, about to remind. Then he sighs, because Momoi has only been calling all afternoon and it really is none of his business. So he bites down on his tongue, gently, before turning around to close the thrown-open door, stooping to pick up the wildly-strewn shoes and clothes.
"What?" his roommate mutters out, cheek pressed comically against the carpet. When Kuroko does not respond, Aomine makes a sound between a grunt and a laugh, his once-closed eyes snapping open to reveal their hazy dark-blue depths. "S'funny, you know?" he drawls out, while Kuroko gazes impassively towards his fool of a roommate. "Out of everyone on the team, you're the only one whose got a name... got a name tha... that won't match."
"Match...?" Kuroko echoes, even as he's striding across the small room, opening their shared closet to retrieve a bottle of water.
"Your name - eyes - hair," the other mumbles out, turning his head the other way. Kuroko laughs, quietly, before setting down the bottle next to Aomine.
"You should drink more," he advises, taking the initiative to uncap the water bottle. "It'll be easier to get the alcohol out of your system that way."
His statement makes sense, Kuroko knows. Aomine Daiki is far too drunk to be listening to any sort of sense, this he also knows. So he sighs and walks over to the couch, water bottle in-hand, sitting himself across his fellow basketball player. There is a smile twinkling in his eyes, and Aomine thinks - in his alcohol-induced stupor - that is it quite pretty, even though Tetsu is surely laughing at him.
"Drink?" Kuroko repeats, as Aomine's mouth childishly falls open, allowing the water to dribble in - most of it makes its way down his jaw, but he dutifully swallows what he can.
"They're mine," Aomine declares, after he has gotten through half the bottle, cheek still touching the floor. Absentmindedly, Kuroko runs his fingers through trademark navy-blue locks. Aomine sighs against the touch, face attempting to force a lop-sided smile. Kuroko almost laughs, then and there.
"Your eyes... your hair," the other heedlessly continues, turning entirely on his side to face Kuroko. "They're mine," he repeats, catching the hand that was on his head. Kuroko blinks and Aomine does the same. 'There is a hand in mine,' he seems to have just noticed, 'and now what shall I do with it?'
"Aomine-kun, what will Momoi-san think?" Kuroko asks as wet lips trace shallow patterns in his palm.
"Don't know..." Aomine replies, letting go of the others hand. His cheeks are as dark as ever, the alcohol, Kuroko notices, seems to have had no effect whatsoever on them. But when Aomine raises himself to his knees without giving Kuroko any time to react, his unblinking eyes give no hint of intoxication, even as they are descending upon his roommate, such a particular shade of blue - Kuroko thinks, while closing his own.
"Mine," he states again, while Kuroko tastes the bitter tang of sweat and alcohol - diluted with water.
"That's enough," Kuroko says in the split second it takes for him to regain his senses. He pushes the taller one away, once-weak arms filled suddenly with force, raising himself off of the couch with no small amount of effort. In the haste of getting to his bed, Kuroko knocks over the uncapped bottle of water; naturally, it spills and spreads across the room.
Aomine stares at the spreading puddle for a bit, before Kuroko turns out the lights.
They never speak of the night again, though Aomine does not drunkenly stumble in ever again - not that it would matter, as Kuroko makes it point to be asleep whenever Aomine returns. And for that ephemeral moment, Aomine thinks, he saw gap of space of between 'blue' and 'black', before it was no more.