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[hreench]

And here are the results of the recast

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Does anyone have any good aokuro fanfics they could recommend?

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FF 01: Kuroko no Basket || I Won't Leave

FF PROMPT: Imagine your OTP wearing matching ugly sweaters and cuddling on a couch in front of a big fireplace, all cozy and warm while it begins to snow outside.

Written on: November 7th, 2012

A/N: Pairing suggested by Ika-senpai :3 Erm...OOC warning? Horrible-writing warning? My excuse is that I haven't written a proper story in like, 8 months

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It wasn't that Aomine Daiki was unhappy with Kuroko Tetsuya. In fact, it was quite the opposite...under normal circumstances, that is. However, Aomine had woken up to a cold, empty bed again, and with everything that had been going on recently, Aomine had been looking forward to spending the day alone with Kuroko.

Except for the fact that Kuroko had got out and about. Alone. Without telling nor inviting Aomine. If that wasn't reason enough to be mad at his beloved Tetsu, then he didn't know what would. 

Aomine yawned, tears of tiredness threatening to escape from his eyes. All he had done recently was basketball, basketball, basketball. And while he did love the sport, even one of the Kiseki no Sedai had to get enough sleep. Something he lacked, obviously. The navy-haired boy stumbled out of bed, one hand reaching for the pants he had thrown away carelessly the night before, and the other hand rubbing his eyes. 

I'll just wait for Kuroko to come back. No use calling him in any case.

The house was cold, but he didn't want to have to go through the trouble of lighting the fireplace or turning on the heater. Both options took up more energy than he cared to use for such trivial things. Instead, clothed only in a pair of basketball shorts, he padded towards the couch in the living room to wait for Kuroko's return.

It wasn't soon until he heard the front door click, and Aomine jerked up into a sitting position. "Tadaima," came a soft call, then the faint sound of footsteps. "You're up early, Aomine-kun. It's only a little past 10." Aomine watched the small blue-haired boy make his way towards him with a bag clutched in his hand. In return, Kuroko surveyed the boy in front of him; he wore nothing other than a pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt. "Aren't you cold? It's almost 15°C outside."

"Did you really expect me to stay asleep?" Aomine grumbled, ignoring the question. "Really Tetsu, you know I hate waking up to an empty bed." He stretched an arm out, reaching for the shopping bag that his lover was carrying. "What'd you buy this time?" 

"Uh..." Kuroko looked down, rummaging through the bag. "A sweater. For you. It's cold today, and I wouldn't want you to get sick." When he drew his hand out, an ugly, mustard-coloured sweater was clutched in his hand.

"Me? Sick? You underestimate me, Tetsu," Aomine scoffed. "And what's with that sweater?" Ugly as hell, Aomine thought.

"I thought it looked nice. And I bought a matching one for myself." Kuroko grabbed another equally ugly sweater out of the bag, before pulling the jumper over himself. "See? It's quite comfortable." 

Aomine eyed the sweater that Kuroko had shoved at him, then at Kuroko himself. Large, pale-blue eyes seemed to stare back at him, almost begging him to wear the sweater...

"Gah!" Aomine pulled the sweater over his head, and he reached up, struggling to find the armholes. He could hear a faint laugh from Kuroko, and he rolled his eyes. By the time he had gotten himself comfortably situated in the ugly sweater, Kuroko had already lit the fire in the fireplace.

The Shadow plopped himself on the couch next to Aomine, watching the fire perform an intricate dance, the flame slowly growing bigger as it consumed the wood.

"Ah...it's snowing, now." Aomine yawned. Kuroko nodded, smiling. "You won't be able to play basketball today. You should rest." He could tell that Aomine was tired.

"Go to sleep, Aomine-kun," Kuroko whispered gently, his hand reaching out for Aomine's and interlocking their fingers. "I won't leave."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Oi, Tetsu. I like you."

"...I like you too, Aomine-kun."

[hreench]

HELLO! THIS IS MY RACAST AOMINE 2021! ABOVE THE COLORS, I STILL THINK TO WORK ON THE COLOR: EYES, EYEBROW, HAIR AND SKIN.

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