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They start off playing one on one— pointlessly exhausting themselves. And when they’re both panting hard, center court and crouched, mirroring each other while Kise dribbles the ball. It falls into a melodic rhythm for the both of them - and they almost fall into a swing of nostalgia, fingers curled around the past and and fists pressing against each others chests because their hearts are beating hard and they aren’t quite ready to let go of the feeling. 

And maybe he catches him off guard, or maybe Kise has actually grown that much in the time that Aomine has looked away but he breaks past him,

( and he swears he sees something trail after him when he does - it’s blinding and bright and it shines golden - he wants to chase after it ) 

He runs after him, strains his legs and overexerts himself as if that feeling actually exists for him, but Kise beats him to it, forcing the ball through the hoop and hanging from it, Aomine watching from below, breathing harder, feeling the loss resonate inside. It’s a single round that Kise has managed to win, and he can’t decide whether to laugh or shout.

When Kise hits the ground, Aomine, with all of his irrationality and emotions spilling from his hands, storms up and grabs Kise by the wrist. He tugs him close, hissing into his face—

“That’s all you can win? One match? That’s it???”

He’s leaning in too close; their foreheads nearly touching, their breaths mingling together, and the skin of their noses brushing. Instinct drives him, raw, rough and too forward, all at once. And they’re suddenly lip locked and tugging at one another - Aomine keeping ahold of his wrist while the other hand grabs at Kise’s neck, sliding up, fingers gripping his hair and tugging too hard while his lips part and eagerly tug at the other’s. He notices too much how warm the inside of his mouth is and notices too much how he Kise winces back when he bites down on his lower lip - but they don’t stop, only continue to scrape at each other until they’ve broken past the surface.

When they break apart, panting harder than ever before, stunned into silence, Aomine only disrupts the quiet to say,

“Not bad, I guess.”

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The heat beats down on him and Aomine mutters a string of curses under his breath, questioning why he was ever prompted to walk outside in the first place. He groans as he walks, the sweat causing his shirt to cling to his skin. The basketball tucked neatly under his arm - just about the only neat thing about him - is too heavy and his eyes are half closed as walks down the pavement. There's vague regret as he thinks in retrospect: wishing he had skipped a trip to the court altogether. 

His regret only intensifies when he hears a small whirring (a weak engine struggling in the heat just as much as he is) and a tire suddenly makes contact with his foot - running it over. He yelps out loud, jumping back on one foot and glaring instantly.

And he thinks he'll leave it at a few angry curses and storming off in a rage until he hears his the black haired boy in front of him mutter what he considers an insult. "In your way!? Idiot! Watch where you drive that damn thing."

He clicks his tongue, sneering and looking his assailant (both boy and moped) up and down, judgement heavy in the glare. "What the fuck is that thing - a fake motorcycle?"

"Hah. Guess I should be grateful that it wasn't a real one."

sᴏʟᴏ ᴅᴀʏ [ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ: ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ]

Some days, when it’s too hot to bother wearing a fucking cycling outfit that clings to all the wrong places and makes him sweat like a pig and when it’s definitely too hot to actually use his legs to bike himself up slopes that can hardly be called slopes but were annoying nonetheless, Arakita returns to his moped, dusting it off and wiping it down then taking it as fast as it can go to no place at all.

A few minutes into this particular ride he passes over what he assumes to be one of those idiotic speed bumps that seem to only exist to irritate him, but later, when he registers the yelp that accompanied the bump, he realizes that it wasn’t a part of the paved road at all.

He’d run over somebody’s foot. Or, rather, somebody had gotten in his way and put their leg where his tire was going to go.

"Tch."

Arakita plants a foot on the ground and turns around slightly, looking at the boy over his shoulder. “In my way,” he mutters, giving the boy a once-over, his mouth reaching new trapezoidal heights.

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send me a ☆ and i’ll generate a number

1: aggressive kiss

2: all over kiss

3: back kiss

4: cheek kiss

5: eyelid kiss

6: fingers kiss

7: firm kiss

8: first kiss

9: forehead kiss

10: french kiss

11: gentle kiss

12: ghost kiss

13: hand kiss

14: jawline kiss

15: last kiss

16: neck kiss

17: rain kiss

18: stomach kiss

19: underwater kiss

20: upside down kiss

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     "Tch. Do I have to practice..."

"Volleyball is fun and all, but you should consider joining the basketball team."

** Feel free to like this post if you’re planning to join.

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Aomine is still half asleep as he walks across the school grounds, a single heavy paintball gun hanging from one hand, the other occupied with rubbing the sleep off of his eyes. It's all happened very fast: getting accustomed to his new roommate, getting accustomed to his new school-- getting accustomed to playing paintball? He's scowling and dragging himself along, half a mind not to care who shoots at him, the other half considering snapping and doing a much more than shoot back when push comes to shove. He's not complete deadweight though - he knows when to duck and hide out, knows where he shouldn't go, and knows the better ways to avoid other people. He's almost an expert at avoiding others when they're looking for him, after all.

He apparently owes it to Kise to take out someone in particular. 

( he clicks his tongue when Kise begs him to do it, "Stuuupid," but doesn't bother to protest any further )

Only a few minutes later and he spots the intended target. Brown hair, glasses - there's the slightest chance he's wrong, of course, but there's nothing to stop him from suddenly picking up the gun, taking aim-- and shooting three times.

( ka-paintball )

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Aominecchi! You'll join the blue team for paintball, right...?

"You make it sound like I have to."

"... God damn it. Fine."

[gakven]

Aomine-san!! Please join the blue team! It's like the first letters of your name!

"Eh? You think that'll make me join?"

"Go away."

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Favorite Fictional Characters: ∟ Daiki Aomine (Kuroko no Basket)