Kagami stretched gingerly as he got out of bed, then felt confused. His body wasn't in the regular amount of pain that it usually was on a Saturday morning. He slowly twisted and moved his joints, still nothing.
Ah.
The realization hit him like one of Kuroko's vanishing acts. He hadn't been playing with Aomine yesterday. He worked out a kink in his neck and stumbled to the kitchen to fix breakfast. It had been about week since the asshole had made him land oh-so-elegantly on his butt at the court.
Kagami opened his refrigerator and pushed the contents around a bit, trying to find something enticing to eat. He settled on making a boatload of scrambled eggs and toast with strawberry jam.
As he beat the eggs, he noticed how there was no pain when he used his arms. It was kind of weird. He had gotten so used to the soreness.
He groaned in anticipation while he cooked, the smell spreading through his apartment and making him even hungrier. As soon as it was done, he fell upon it ravenously, trying to stuff his face as quickly as possible without getting burnt. It didn't take long to finish.
He leaned back and stared up at the ceiling, fully awake. Now what? Normally he was in enough pain to justify sitting around and doing a whole lot of nothing on his Saturdays. If he did nothing today, it would just be pure laziness.
He glared at the bag he had placed by the door. It had his shoes, his towel, everything he would need to run out the door to the court, yet there was one problem.
That bastard hadn't called him or messaged him.
Not once.
He gritted his teeth. Sure, he had told the other not to call him unless he was going to be decent, like that was ever going to happen, but he didn't actually expect to be waiting more than a few days.
He turned his attention to cleaning up the dishes. There was no way he'd be the first to relent and call the other. He wasn't that desperate. Yet.
Kagami couldn't deny that a week without playing Aomine was taking its toll on him. He was getting more aggressive in normal practices, the frustration of not being able to spend his spare time playing until he dropped rearing its ugly head. No matter who he played was, it just wasn't enough. Nobody could egg him on and take whatever he threw like Aomine could.
He sighed as he began the long and annoying task of cleaning his entire apartment. At least it would take his mind off things for a while.
Aomine tossed his phone from hand to hand. He was sitting at the court near Kagami's apartment, which he had been doing for a while. He stopped and opened his phone to stare at the text he had been trying to send for days. It was just a simple text, a couple of words. He sighed and shut his phone again.
Was it casual enough?
Did it sound weird?
A million thoughts were running through his mind. He hated how aware he had become regarding Kagami. He flipped his phone open again, this time staring at Kagami's contact screen.
Oh screw it.
He pressed the call button.
As soon as he did it, anxiety flooded his mind. It was like a dam had been broken. He was so tempted to hang up, but Kagami would see that he had called.
Surprisingly, Kagami picked up right after the second ring.
"Hello? Kagami speaking."
"Yo."
Aomine promptly panicked. Was his voice normal? Did he sound weird? Did Kagami's voice always sound so deep and pleasant?
"Ah. Ahomine."
Kagami tried to sound annoyed, but he couldn't mask the undertone of glee in his voice.
"I'm bored so I came to the court near your place. Get out here so we can play."
Great.
Nice going there asshole.
Now he's probably pissed.
Aomine heard a sigh from the other end.
"Yes, yes your highness. I've just gotta finish vacuuming. See ya."
Aomine was about to respond but Kagami ended the call, effectively cutting off what would have probably been another stupid remark.
He exhaled and leaned back, stuffing his phone into his bag. All things considered, that had gone rather well. Now to wait.
Kagami dashed to the door. He grabbed his bag, shoved on his shoes and then paused. What was he thinking? Better to make that asshole wait. Besides, he had told him he was still vacuuming. He didn't want to seem too eager.
He sat down and waited.
He checked his phone, still not enough time had passed.
He paced around the entryway, energy rushing through his limbs.
Oh to hell with waiting.
Kagami grabbed his keys, stepped outside and locked the door before setting a brisk pace towards the court. He couldn't care less about whatever stupid game they had been playing about who contacted who, he wanted to play basketball and he wanted to play now. He'd be damned if he didn't get what he wanted.
Aomine twisted his head for the millionth time to the court entrance.
Still no Kagami.
How long would it take him to vacuum his damn apartment? Aomine sighed and leaned his head backwards. All this waiting was killing him. After not seeing Kagami for a week, he was feeling anxious and uneasy at the prospect of meeting up.
He heard footsteps and turned his head back to the entrance.
Kagami was there.
Kagami looked pissed.
He could practically see frustration emanating in waves off the other's body. He balked at bit when he saw this, becoming even more nervous. Had he hit a nerve somewhere with his comments over the phone? His worries were soon pushed back as Kagami threw his bag next to Aomine's.
"Oi. Let's play."
Ah. So he simply wanted to play. It made an alarming amount of sense to Aomine, seeing as he would have been in the exact same state if he hadn't been worrying and panicking his ass off the entire week.
"Heh. Anxious aren't we Bakagami?" He responded, egging Kagami on.
"Shut up Ahomine! Get your ass on the court!" Kagami looked slightly flustered.
Aomine just laughed and tossed him the basketball he had brought.
"Same rules?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
"Same rules." Kagami gave him the expected response.
They started out slowly, testing the other, poking around for any new weakness. Then their game heated up. It was a battle for even one shot. They dashed across the court in unison. They played off of pure instinct, any kind of planning being practically useless in their battle.
Dunk after dunk they raced across the pavement, sweating and gasping for air, yet never slowing down. They pushed themselves to their known limits, then a bit beyond. At this point, anyone watching would have been confused. Although they were both tired and exhausted, fighting on willpower alone, they both wore huge grins of pure enjoyment.
After a while they collided midair when Kagami jumped to dunk in the ball, making them fall in a heap onto the ground.
Aomine groaned as he fell flat on his back, then yelped as Kagami fell right on top of him.
Aomine started to panic again. They were so close. Kagami was lying pressed on top of him, left hand trapped between their chests, right hand near Aomine's head and his legs splayed so that his right one was right between Aomine's. Not to mention his almost overpowering smell. It smelled like sweat, food, and Kagami. The latter being some seriously addictive blend of cooking spices and was always present.
Kagami groaned and Aomine almost started shaking as he felt the vibrations spread for Kagami's chest to his own.
What was this?
He couldn't take it. Half of him wanted to shove off the other and run as far away as he could, yet the other half of him wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around Kagami and bury his face into his hair.
Thankfully, Kagami decided to get up. He pushed down on his arms, lifting up his torso. Not so thankfully, this brought up a whole new problem for Aomine.
Kagami looked damn hot right now.
His hair messy, one arm pressed against Aomine's chest, his face flushed and sweating, his breathing still uneven, he looked down at Aomine strangely.
Crap.
Aomine noticed that he would normally be complaining in this kind of situation.
"Come on, did you really have to plant your huge, heavy body right on me? Ah, it freaking hurts!" He complained.
"Huh? Why is it my fault? You're the one who jumped right into me!"
The strange look left Kagami's eyes as they both got up.
Aomine looked at the sky and cursed loudly, grabbing Kagami's attention.
"What's wrong?"
"Almost dark out already."
Kagami looked up and seemed surprised. It actually was starting to get dark.
Aomine cursed silently, he had wanted to spend more time together. He walked over and picked up his bag, draping his towel over his neck. He turned to say bye, only to be stopped by a confusing expression on Kagami's face.
He didn't know how to describe it. It was something like indecision.
"Do you wanna eat at my place?"
Aomine's figurative jaw dropped, broke the pavement, then continued on down until it burst out the other side of the planet and continued on into space. What?
Kagami scratched the back of his head and looked at him expectantly.
Crap. Aomine's brain finally finished rebooting after the shock and informed him that Kagami was waiting for an answer.
"Huh?"
He screamed internally. The person he was in love with, yeah pretty sure about that now, had just invited him to dinner at his house and all he responded with was a disinterested 'huh'? What the hell was wrong with him? In his mind he took the basketball in his hands and repeatedly slammed it against his face. Goddammit that was such a good opportunity and now it might be gone! How could he have done that?
"Oh, well Momoi-san told me that you're home alone for the next three months so I just though it might be easier to eat a my place since you don't need to rush home."
Thank you for being so oblivious Bakagami! Thank you Satsuki! Aomine practically sang in his mind. Safe! He could still accept and not seem desperate.
"Oh sure then. What are you gonna cook? I'm starving."
Aomine stretched his arms and let them settle behind his head as he started walking in the direction Kagami came from.
Kagami snatched his bag from the bench and jogged up next to him.
"I'm not sure yet. I was thinking burgers since I have ground meat in the fridge."
"Ooh make teriyaki burgers."
"Huh?"
"Teriyaki. Like the ones at Maji."
Kagami groaned.
"Fine, I got it. I'll make teriyaki for the spoilt brat."
"Oi!"
Aomine whacked Kagami on the back of his head, then shoved his hands into his pockets as Kagami laughed.
Oh god he had missed that noise over the past week.
"We're gonna have to stop by the convenience store to get some stuff though."
"Whatever."
It was so easy, just walking together, joking and poking fun at the other. Aomine smiled and wished he could be with Kagami like this forever.