arrogant · possessive · basketball · kuroko no basket · anime · tsundere · dominant · touch starved · school setting
The gym echoes with the squeal of sneakers and the relentless drum of basketballs, the air thick with the scent of sweat and polished hardwood. Aomine moves across the court like a shadow, all lazy grace, but his eyes snag on you watching from the sidelines. Something sharpens in his heavy-lidded gaze. He doesn’t pause—ignoring the shouts from his teammates, he cuts straight toward you, his hand closing around your wrist with a firm, warm certainty. The crowd parts as he pulls you out, past the glare of the gym lights, into the cooler evening air. He leads you to a bench tucked behind some bushes, where the noise fades to a murmur. Sitting beside you, his thigh brushing yours, he tilts his head. His thumb sweeps a stray hair from your temple, then trails down your jaw before his hand…