After Aomine dashed off to the bathroom, Kagami scratched his head and stretched out his aching limbs. Having to spend the night on the floor was no joking matter. Strangely, it must have been the exhaustion, it hadn't taken him very long to fall asleep.
Kagami dragged himself into the kitchen to look in the fridge.
After some deliberation, he decided to make pancakes for breakfast. He took out the ingredients and started preparation.
What was he doing?
He recalled yesterday's events while beating the eggs for pancake batter. An incident that stuck in his mind was when Aomine fell right into his lap.
Kagami put down his whisk and rubbed the bridge of his nose when he realized exactly what had almost happened.
Aomine had been about to kiss him.
He raked his hands through his hair and groaned. Not only would Aomine be exceedingly flighty from the bedroom incident, he would probably try to escape as soon as possible because of the almost-kiss.
It wasn't that Kagami blamed him, he would probably do the same thing. Kagami just hated eating alone. Solitary life had become so natural that he had almost forgotten how nice it was to hear someone else breathing in the same room. After the way Aomine made him sleep, there was no way he was letting him leave before breakfast.
Kagami started up cooking again as he tried to think of ways to prevent the escape that he was almost certain Aomine would attempt.
Aomine scrubbed at his body viciously, hoping the soap could erase the events of the past 12 hours.
No luck.
He grabbed some of Kagami's shampoo and rubbed it into his hair vigorously, as if he was sanding down his entire scalp. As he attacked his hair, he noticed something strange.
Oh hell no.
No way.
This can't be happening.
The scent of the shampoo floated around him, ensnaring his senses as he felt the blood in his body travel south. It didn't smell exactly like Kagami's hair, but it was about three quarters of the smell. He tried to resist the primal urges, but he had never been good at denying himself what he wanted.
Shit.
Kagami would downright murder him if he got caught.
His hand shook with indecision, but he eventually reached down to grasp his now sizable erection.
"I must be a lost case if just a whiff of his smell does this to me…" Aomine muttered.
Cautiously, he started to jerk himself off. The scent of the shampoo in his hair was making him alarmingly sensitive. He leaned his back against the cold tiles of the wall and increased his speed.
He needed this to be over quickly.
His body jolted a bit as he was nearing the edge, bringing his head under the spray of the shower. The shampoo washed down over his body and all but slammed a fresh wave of the smell into his brain.
"N–!"
He let out a strangled noise as he finished, the pleasure washing through him and smoothing out the lines of his almost permanent frown. All too soon, reality crashed back down onto him with a new burden.
Shit.
He couldn't believe what he'd just done.
He'd masturbated in Kagami's shower to the smell of his shampoo.
He sure as hell knew what people talked about when they said 'the time after masturbation is a time of self-hatred'.
How could he face Kagami?
It was going to be awkward as hell.
He needed to get home.
Kagami tossed another pancake onto the already brimming plate while humming. He was pouring the batter for the next when he heard Aomine walking towards the kitchen.
Now the battle begins.
"Yo, Kagami. I'm gonna head home."
Already?
Not even an excuse?
"After breakfast Ahomine. I already made your share so get your ass back here and eat it."
Aomine's footsteps came closer and then the person himself walked into the kitchen.
How simple.
Kagami looked over to him, only to be dumbfounded by the look of shock and almost horror on the other's face.
"What?"
Aomine only spluttered a few nonsense noises.
"What?!"
Kagami asked again, starting to get a bit angry. What the hell was wrong with him?
"What the hell are those?!"
Aomine pointed to the pile of pancakes, shock still evident on his features.
"Pancakes. What else would they be you idiot?"
"How are those pancakes?!"
"What do you mean?!"
"They're each wider than a basketball! And there are already seven of them here! Why are you still cooking?!"
"Well I normally eat six so I though you'd want at least two or three…"
Kagami was confused. What was wrong with his pancakes? This was the way he always made them.
Aomine groaned and sat down.
"Thank god you didn't make any more. Dumbass."
Aomine had hesitated before tacking on the insult. He shouldn't have been that jittery. Had something else happened?
Aomine sat there in silence while Kagami finished cooking.
This was strange. Usually he would be an annoying wreck of boredom by now. As Kagami sat down to eat, he noticed something else.
Aomine wouldn't meet his eyes.
"Alright, lets get this over with."
Aomine jerked like he had been electrocuted by Kagami's voice.
"Get what over with?"
He sounded nervous.
"The whole confession thing. You did want some kind of answer right?"
Aomine didn't respond but the way his entire body tensed up and locked into place was enough.
"Yeah?"
Kagami could tell that he was desperately trying to sound arrogant and uninterested, but it only came across as a strained sort of fearfulness.
"I don't think I'm against it."
Kagami scratched the back of his head and watched for Aomine's reaction.
It was instantaneous.
Aomine leap to his feet, disbelief written all over his face, and gaped at Kagami's words.
That was a nice expression.
"Seriously?!"
He sounded so eager, it was like a kid being given a never-ending supply of ice cream.
"Well, I do like hanging out together and you're an attractive person."
Kagami expected Aomine to puff up and preen like a peacock at those words. What he got was something he would never have expected.
Aomine's face turned a dark red and his eyes widened in embarrassment. His jaw hung slightly open and he seemed to freeze in place.
Aomine frantically looked around after a moment, saw his escape route and then took it.
He stuttered something that sounded like "Gotta check on the house", grabbed his shoes and bolted out the front door, almost running into the frame in his haste. He hadn't even stopped to put the shoes on.
Kagami was left sitting at the table in a similar state of shock. He covered his mouth with his hand as his face slowly turned red.
What the hell was that?
It was adorable.
Kagami got up and walked over to the front door. Aomine hadn't even bothered to close it in his rush. After it was safely shut, he was about to walk back into the kitchen when something caught his eye.
Aomine had forgotten his bag.
Nice move there.
Kagami picked it up and looked inside. The idiot had left everything here, even his cell phone.
He would have to bring it over to his house later, since there was no way Aomine would come back anytime soon.
Kagami left the bag near the entryway, finished off all the pancakes and went to take a shower. He had been unable to take one yesterday so he felt disgusting from all the leftover sweat on his body.
While he was rinsing out his hair, he just so happened to see a slight discoloration on one of the walls. Upon closer inspection, Kagami's face turned red and his fists clenched with anger as he stormed out of the shower, not even bothering with a towel, to get the bleach.
It seemed that Aomine had engaged in a different form of relaxation during his shower this morning.
Kagami swore that he would get him back for jerking off in his shower.
A different though entered his mind.
Aomine had been jerking off to something.
Kagami's brain made the connection with alarming speed.
Aomine had jerked off to him.
Holy shit.