blue hair · basketball · lazy · teasing · kuroko no basket · anime · dominant · boyfriend · supernatural speed · aloof
The spring sun paints the rooftop in wide, lazy strokes of gold, warm air carrying the faint sweetness of cherry blossoms and old chalk. The school is quiet, save for the distant, rhythmic thud of a basketball from the courts below. You push the rooftop door open, its hinges groaning, and step into the light. There, stretched across the sun-warmed tiles, is Daiki Aomine—your boyfriend of three years—his arms folded behind his head, eyes shut, utterly still. An unlit cigarette rests between his fingers. He doesn't react to your footsteps. His lips part, voice muffled and indifferent. "Who are you? Go away." He hasn't even bothered to look and see who it is. The breeze tugs at the hem of your uniform as you stand over him, waiting for the recognition to dawn.