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Kuroko's school, it turned out, was a kindergarten.

Aomine parked his car and climbed out, leaning idly against the door as he watched the children run around the playground. As he craned his neck to try and get a glance into the compound, he felt more than saw something flying towards him. Before he could register what the missile was, his hand had automatically reached out and grabbed it, seconds before it made contact with his face. He blinked at the basketball in his hand and gave it a spin on his index finger.

"That is so cool!" Aomine looked up to see about a dozen pairs of wide eyes enticed by the spinning ball on the tip of his finger. With a quick motion of his hand, the ball went flying over the fence towards the kids. A pair of arms reached out to catch it, and Aomine was amused to see that the ball itself was at least half the length of the arm.

"Do that again!" His eyes travelled over the crowd until he found the source of the voice. Golden eyes shone at him excitedly, and he had the urge to shield his face from the glare. "Sure, but I can't do it from out here."

"Oh, that's alright. The gate isn't locked." It wasn't very noble of him, but well, he could hardly refuse such excited kids. It was merely a plus point that he'd probably be able to peep in a window and see Kuroko. He walked along the fence to where the sunshine kid was waiting for him, practically skipping in place. True enough, the gate swung open easily and he briefly wondered if he would get into trouble for this. Well, he was a cop. That had to count for something, right?

As soon as he entered the premises he was surrounded by what seemed like thirty toddlers, none of them even reaching his hip.

"Show us how you did that again!" The ball had been passed through the crowd, and now Sunshine was nudging it into his hands. He accepted it, and with extremely slow movements, spun the ball again. There were excited chattering, and several of them stood up on their tip toes to try to get a better look at it. It had been a while since he'd last held a basketball, but the sport had always come naturally to him. Now, he lowered himself, so that he was kneeling. As the ball got closer, the eyes of the children grew wider, and Aomine had to swallow the desire to laugh. Was he this easily impressed when he was a kid?

He stopped the ball and held it with both hands in front of him. He grinned at all the expectant faces turned towards him. "Want to see a few other tricks?"

xx

"Kuroko-kun, is that an acquaintance of yours?" Kuroko turned towards the woman who stood by one of the windows, frowning at something outside. He patted the head of the child whom he had been helping to pick a paint colour and joined her by the window. Outside, was utter chaos. He had noticed that the children outside were being noisier than usual, but that wasn't uncommon. Now, he knew that the reason for the uproar was the dark-skinned man who stood amongst Kuroko's students like a tree amongst ferns.

He held a basketball and was trying to teach one of the kids to balance it on her index finger. Kuroko smiled slightly. Aomine hadn't really struck him as the sort of person who was good with kids. "Yes, he's my date for the day."

Aida Riko turned narrowed eyes towards him.

"This is the first time I've known you to bring a date here. But it's too bad," she sighed. "Kuroko-kun gets all the good men."

"That's because you always don't want to go out on dates, Aida-san."

"Meh," she huffed. "You say the same thing every time."

"You say the same things, too."

"Why are you so unsympathetic?" She whined. Aida was a year older than Kuroko, and was the daughter of the man who owned the kindergarten. They'd been friends since high school, and had come to think of each other as siblings.

"Sympathy won't get you anywhere."

"Wasn't that flattery? Not that you're doing a very good job of either," she said drily. They turned towards the scene outside again. The group had moved towards the mini basketball court and were playing a game in which Aomine was trying very hard to lose.

"Shouldn't you go out and greet him? It's not nice to make him wait."

Kuroko glanced at his watch. Aomine was early. There was still ten minutes left before the bell rang and the parents would pick the children up. He looked outside again, and decided that Aomine looked perfectly happy where he was.

"He's fine out there with them. At least none of them will try to climb the fences."

Aida hummed in agreement and both of them returned to their tasks.

When the bell rang, there was the usual rush as kids raced to the gate and located their parents. Kuroko followed the stream of kids out into the sunlight and locked eyes with Aomine's. The handsome grin that lit up the latter's face had his heartbeat increasing slightly. Already, he could see the curious eyes of parents and children alike. The parents and the teachers got along well, and as there were only fifteen teachers in the school, all the parents knew each of them by name. Aomine was a foreigner in the sea of toddlers, and even some of the teachers were eyeing him.

It also had to do with the fact that he was incredibly attractive.

Kuroko had not been lying that first night when he said he was looking at the door. But Aomine had gotten more than a couple of glances. Even so, Kuroko hadn't been interested in a relationship. He still wasn't, not really, but Aomine was doing a great job of reworking his opinion.

"Thanks for keeping the kids entertained. I'm sorry that you had to deal with them." Kuroko said by way of greeting as he got within earshot of Aomine. The other man shook his head.

"Don't be, I had fun. Some of them were pretty good, too. Who knows, they might go pro one day." Aomine said with a smile. He was dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans that hinted at muscled thighs. Kuroko had to remind himself that openly staring was generally unaccepted by society.

"I'll go give the place a quick look over and I'll meet you at your car," he said instead. He wasn't the kind to drool, but there was always a first time for everything. He spun around and returned to the school building. Opening the door, he was met with practically every one of his female co-workers leaning eagerly into his personal space.

"Who is that?" They were practically sparkling at him.

"My date for the day," he gave them the same answer he'd given Aida. As one, they groaned.

"Why do you get all the good ones?" One of them asked piteously.

"Some of you are married," he pointed out.

"That's besides the point," another said, waving away his words. "We want a chance at the good ones, too!"

Kuroko grinned, something he didn't do very often when he was at work. The betrayed looks turned dazed.

"You had a chance at me." He winked, a cheesy move, but something that worked every time. He then took the opportunity to escape to his office and grab his things, leaving the women practically leaning on each other to stay up.

xx

"Some of them were asking me if I was the new teacher there," Aomine was saying with a laugh. Many of them were female, too. Oh, if he had a cent for every glare he got from the men.

"Usually all adults on the premises are, it's not surprising." Kuroko replied. He had returned to see Aomine swarmed like a celebrity. Kids were staring up at him, wide-eyed, while mothers, and some fathers, asked him unceasing questions. Kuroko had stood there until Aomine caught sight of him, which wasn't very long, as he had been throwing frequent glances in the direction of the door. Kuroko was pleased when he noticed that, and had decided to ignore the annoyance he felt at the people who had tried to grab Aomine's attention.

Aomine watched Kuroko carefully. "Am I in trouble?"

"No, but from now on we're probably going to start locking the gate. It was fortunate that it was you, and not someone with malicious intent."

On the contrary, Aomine did indeed harbor malicious intent, but it wasn't towards the children. Kuroko took a long sip of his vanilla milkshake. Aomine had managed to find a pair of shoes that he liked at a reasonable price and they were now in a fast food chain that Kuroko had mentioned had great vanilla milkshakes.

Aomine took the last bite of his burger, chewing slowly as he thought. Shopping had been less tedious with Kuroko than it was with Satsuki. It was also a lot more interesting. Aomine was used by now to the glances and excited whispers that sometimes followed him when he went shopping, but when he was with Kuroko the flurry of activity around them seemed to be a never-ending buzz. Also, maybe it was obvious that it was a date, but Aomine had started noticing a few male eyes too, and not all of them were on Kuroko.

The attention was pretty evenly distributed, he decided, blinking slightly as he came back to the present. Kuroko was staring at him, that small, mysterious smile playing about his lips, completely lost in his own world. The dark-haired man clenched his teeth and leaned away slightly, as though that physical movement would be enough to erase the overpowering urge to capture Kuroko's lips with his own.

"Ready to go?" His voice sounded hoarse, and he took a sip of his cola, concentrating on the sensation of the sweet liquid going down his throat rather than on the adorable look of confusion Kuroko had shot him.

"Oh, yeah… sure." They stood and left, the admiring gazes following them all the way to the parking lot. If he had one sincere regret since meeting Kuroko, it would be that he couldn't kiss him in public like he could with a girl. Not that he really cared about what society thought, since doing something like that would probably stop all the hounding he got from the female crowd. He was worried about how Kuroko might take it. He didn't come off as the showy type of person.

They both got into the car, and Aomine had put the car into gear when he was stopped by Kuroko. He shot the latter a questioning look, and heard him drink up the last bits of his vanilla milkshake.

"Be right back," he said, and got out of the car. Navy blue eyes followed him as he walked to the nearest trash can and tossed the cup. It should be impossible to look that attractive just walking. Aomine mused. He still couldn't get over how the smaller man seemed to float on a pillow of air.

"That was a great date," Kuroko said as he slid into the seat, looking extremely happy. "You know what would have made it better, though, was –" Kuroko's voice was cut off by Aomine's lips on his. He did mention what would have made it better.

If Aomine was having trouble forgetting Kuroko before this, it would be nearly impossible from now on. There was a lingering taste of the drink that Kuroko had consumed, and a taste that Aomine was sure was Kuroko's exclusively. It made the artificial, oversweetened cola that he took taste like frizzy water in comparison.

Slipping a hand around the back of Kuroko's head, he relished in the tantalizing feel of the soft strands of his hair as he buried his fingers in Kuroko's hair and stroked lightly. Any worries he may have had that Kuroko would be upset with him over the kiss was banished when the other man leaned eagerly into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Aomine's neck.

When they were running out of air, Aomine broke the kiss. They remained in the same position, chests heaving, eyes searching.

"That was supposed to be for the fourth date," Kuroko finally broke the silence, drawing a burst of laughter from Aomine.

"I'll gladly accept the consequences." He answered, hand slipping down to wrap around Kuroko's waist. He marveled at how delicate the bluenette felt in his arms. He tugged Kuroko closer and kissed him again, muffling his protest.

"If I'm not coming over," he mumbled, tracing Kuroko's jawline with his lips. "Then I'm not sending you home until I've had my fill."

When Aomine found a sensitive spot below his ear, Kuroko's moan had his temperature rising by several degrees. Was he just imagining it or was his skin as sweet as his lips were?

Dark eyes searched Kuroko's pale blue ones, which were, Aomine was pleased to notice, darkened with lust. "Which is it?"

Kuroko gave him a wicked grin. "We could probably do a lot more on a bed."

Not giving him a chance to change his mind, Aomine put the car into gear and sped off.