Reaches down to stroke through Taiga Jr.’s fur. Stares down at before picking Taiga up and placing him down on Aomine’s face.
Splutters and sits up angrily, startling the tabby cat that had fallen onto his lap. “God damn it, Bakagami! The fuck was that for?!”
B-but I’m always here once in awhile e 3 e….
Why is there a ganguro here?
"…What are ya lookin’ at?”
'cause i'm in too deep, and i'm trying to keep up above in my head, instead of going under
INSTEAD OF GOING UNDER
“The ‘fuckin philosophy boohoo are ya talkin’ about?”
"Eh, Mine-chin. How rare to see you outside."
“Haah? What d’ya mean?” A brow raised, the tanned ace spared the other a lazy, one-eyed glance before yawning and resuming his nap.
;; Hola tomodachis i am here.
For a moment there, Aomine’s brow arched at the sight of the Emperor. Now it was definitely a surprise that Akashi would be here, given the fact that it had probably been troublesome enough for him to have traveled all the way here just to congratulate him.
“I…” His mouth was dry as he rasped the vowel, cobalt hues travelling down to the box held in smaller hands. He eyed it as though it would contain something explosive that would jump into his face, but given that it was Akashi, their old Akashi that had him shoving the thought away from his mind. “Aah,” he replied with a smirk.
He had changed — they had all changed in unexpected ways over the year, and somehow it made Aomine feel suddenly slightly reminiscent of their middle school days together, only now, their old bond had strengthened significantly.
“And Akashi?” The grin was still very much in place. “S’good to have you back.”
laughs/ is it bad that I miss you more than I miss your aho?
Nope. nope. cross my heart and hope to die this is even better HAHAHAAHA *steals the spotlight even though it’s not my birthday e v e* hhh god i miss Singapore already ;-; Getting sick of all the Murican food and it’s only been a week since I’m here coME SAVE ME TORI SENPAI *intense whining noises*
"Haah? Who are you trying to kid, Kise?" Despite the taunting words, lips curved into a semblance of a lopsided smirk as he tried not to outwardly show the glee of being congratulated on his birthday. "You’re still a hundred years early to even think about beating me." That said, the acceptance of the blond’s challenge was signalled by the casual swoop of his hand that retrieved the basketball not too far away from where they were standing.
A kiss full of paradox, very Aomine-like; aggressive yet tender, lustful yet loving. Kagami was used to it and it was the type he loved the most. A kiss from Aomine got him losing his thoughts within seconds and the hand that originally moved up to push at the chest is gripping onto the fabric of his boyfriend’s shirt as his lips move against the other’s, completing the kiss.
A soft shaky breath is released when they finally part, though not quite. Their lips are still brushing, breath mingling— which strangely smelled like mint. Then again, Aomine always smelled like something cool and refreshing.
Crimson flickering up to look at navy, he gives a slight hesitation out of mild embarrassment before murmuring out the words Aomine had demanded to hear again.
“I love you, Daiki.”
A boyish grin crept its way up onto his face as he pressed their foreheads together, eyes slowly closing as he soaked himself in the scent and presence of his boyfriend. While he knew Kagami preferred to show his love through his actions, he also knew that it would make the redhead uncomfortable to vocalise his feelings. And Aomine enjoyed watching Kagami squirm, the fact that it was because of him only bolstering his sense of pride.
“I love you, too,” he murmured lowly, the curve of his lips ever present even as he released Kagami from the hold he had on him. “Now…do you want to eat the cake together or try out the shoes with me on a match?”