By Majiburger for silaana!
(a late vday gift for silaana, I’m so sorry I’m late and you’re allowed to hate me a lot for this!! uwu hehehe I hope you don’t mind some late aokaga, you were a bit unlucky to get me and I’m sorry for not really being able to roll out anything quality for you ;;;;;;;;; I hope you had a good day yesterday though, and sorry about this being late again!!)
Aomine is sitting at a table in Majiba, peeling the plastic lid off of his soft drink to check if there’s any soda worth fishing for hidden under the ice cubes, when Kuroko looks up from his vanilla shake and opens his mouth and asks, “So, what do you and Kagami-kun have planned for Valentine’s Day?”
It’s enough of a surprise for Aomine that he drops his lid. “What? When?”
There’s a visible change in Kuroko’s eyes—something that flipped quickly from wariness to open exasperation. “Oh, you’re kidding me, Aomine-kun,” he groans, closing his eyes and pinching at the bridge of his nose.
“I didn’t completely forget. I just put it out of my mind,” Aomine says, trying to regain some of his dignity by nodding as he speaks. He pushes his cup to the side and continues, “Besides, Kagami told me not to get him anything.”
Kuroko raises an eyebrow, and Aomine notices that strangely enough, he still doesn’t look reassured yet. “So?”
“So, that means I didn’t have to worry about taking time out of today to find something for him. I mean, he made it sound like we’d just treat it as any other day. I don’t really care, either way. We’ll probably just play basketball or make out or…yeah.” He trails off with a shrug.
There’s a moment of reasonably awkward silence, where Aomine notices nervously that Kuroko hasn’t moved a muscle since he finished speaking. It takes a good minute before Kuroko closes his eyes slowly and forces himself to take a deep, slow breath.
“Aomine-kun, I would like to push you off a cliff,” he finally deadpans.
Kuroko’s blunt speech never fails to surprise. It takes him a second before Aomine even manages to recover enough to glare back, genuinely offended. “Look, I don’t—”
“You do understand that people just say those things, right? They don’t actually mean them.”
“Well, yeah, most people, but this is Kagami, he’s not like that.”
“And you’re completely sure?”
“What if he does turn up with a present and you’re empty handed, what will you do then?”
Aomine groans. “The hell do you want me to do then?”
Kuroko leans back and nods sagely.
“Even though he said not to?”
“Specifically said not to.”
“Tetsu, that’s just going to annoy him, you know how he gets. I’m sure it’ll just be fine if I don’t get him anything.”
“I can promise you that he’s going to get you something, no matter how small, and you’ll be empty handed in return. I can expect that you don’t want that type of situations on your hands, do you, Aomine-kun?”
“Well no, but I mean…he…he did tell me not to get him anything.”
“He was only saying that to be considerate.”
“…Kagami. Considerate. Of me.”
“Look.” For the first time in a while, Aomine sees Kuroko’s eyes dart towards him in a short-tempered glare that it makes him lean back inconspicuously in his seat at the memory of basketballs rocketing across the court and hitting him in the face with uneasy accuracy. “I understand that Kagami-kun told you not to get anything. Everyone does that though, and most people have enough common sense to be able to see that much at least.” Aomine opens his mouth to complain, but Kuroko holds up a hand. “Since I’ve already been well acquainted with just how poor your observational skills are, I can’t say I’m surprised that you didn’t manage to see this. He was only saying it to be nice and not pressure you into getting him a gift, but you would be the world’s worst example of human scum if you didn’t get him a single thing at all.”
“But he said—” Aomine begins weakly, only to have Kuroko give him a final stare over the completely chewed out tip of his straw (a tic of his, Aomine had noticed long ago, that meant he was irritated beyond belief) as he stood up from his spot.
“It’s not my relationship, I don’t have the final say.” A pause, as he pushes in his chair and sighs wearily. “Really though, just don’t screw this up, please, for everyone’s sake.”
And like always, Aomine found himself taking what Kuroko said to heart as he cautiously stared at Kagami from his position on the couch that night. Everything had been perfectly normal so far—a quick peck on the lips when he arrived, ordered to wait in the living room while Kagami scrambled together whatever he could find in the fridge or pantry for dinner, and then sifting through cases of movies that they’ve watched tens of times before for the one that would irritate them the least.
“So, how was your day today?” he heard Kagami calling from in the kitchen, and Aomine drops the DVD case in panic.
“It was a great Thursday!” he blurts.
It goes oddly quiet in the kitchen. Kagami’s head pokes around the corner a beat after, eyebrows drawn in suspicious worry.
Aomine nods, clenching his jaw as his eyes continue darting around the room, searching for any hiding places that Kagami could have stuffed a present. “No, nothing, it’s fine. I just—I just love Thursdays, man, you know me. Biggest Thursday lover in Asia. It’s such a great day.” Not under the table, behind the potted plant, maybe behind the television? But wouldn’t Kagami be suspicious if he checks there?
Why the hell is he doing this anyway, really? Kuroko can be wrong sometimes.
“You never told me you liked Thursdays so much,” Kagami says slowly, “But are you just saying that because it’s Valentine’s Day?”
Aomine is not proud to say that he burst into the most nervous and hysterical laughter before waving his hand dismissively with gestures that wouldn’t have fooled anybody. He finds himself speaking so fast he nearly stumbles over his words, “I didn’t know you were so keen on Valentine’s Day, not after you said that you didn’t really want to do anything for it, right? Like, it wasn’t important? So you…you didn’t care? No presents, remember, that was your idea. Just in case if you forgot or anything…yeah…you know just…yeah, something silly like that.”
There’s definitely obvious suspicion in Kagami’s stare when he looks at him now, and Aomine feels himself at the edge of stomping across the room and grabbing Kagami by his shoulders and shaking him and demanding for him to spill if he bought a present or not. He restrains himself, though—if Kagami didn’t buy one, then he’d just be freaking him out or pissing him off by doing that, and present or not it was Valentine’s Day, which meant he had to play nice.
“Valentine’s Day’s fine,” Kagami finally answers with a small shrug that nearly sends inner-Aomine into a state of panic again. “You’re right though, nothing too special.”
No words can describe Aomine’s relief.
“Nothing special. Yeah. That’s great, because I—”
“Except I was out and ran into Midorima earlier today. He gave me my lucky item in passing for some reason, said that I’d need it.” Kagami pulls out a can of deodorant and shows it to Aomine with raised eyebrows. “Think he was trying to tell me something?”
Aomine snorted, spirits finally lifted to the point where he could smile easily. “Hey, don’t expect the truth from me.” Kagami snorts at him before rolling his eyes and throwing the can, watching Aomine reach up and catch it with wide eyes.
“You just ran out, didn’t you? Take it, I can’t use it anyway. The coach banned Axe from the locker rooms because Kiyoshi and Izuki always used too much, and apparently the smell gives her a headache now.” Aomine turns the can to look at the brand before looking back up at Kagami in panic.
“The hell is this supposed to be?” he finally demanded.
Kagami’s easy smile disappeared slowly when he realized how serious Aomine sounded and he frowned defensively. “Deodorant? You need some, I have some? Jeeze, no need to say thanks.” He rolls his eyes and is about to step back around the corner to check on the soup when fingers suddenly clamp down on his wrist. Kagami turns, bewildered, to see Aomine staring at him with a locked jaw and a faintly betrayed set of his mouth.
“Kagami,” he says, slowly, “I can’t accept this.”
Kagami would be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised. “You…what?”
“This Valentine’s Day present. I can’t accept it.”
“I can’t. I’m sorry. We agreed, beforehand, that we wouldn’t give each other gifts, and I’m not going to let you back out on that promise.”
“But this isn’t a present, it’s just fu—”
“Deodorant. I know. It’s not your best, I’ll admit, but I admire the sentiment.” Kagami looks stunned, mouth nearly dropping open as Aomine continues, “Thank you. I love it very much, but I can’t accept it until after midnight and it’s the next day, and we can go an entire Valentine’s Day without doing anything special or celebrating with chocolate or flowers or cake or whatever the hell other people do, because we’re better than that.”
“Aomine. The hell has gotten into you?” Kagami is about ready to give him a punch in the face for being both stupid and annoying as all hell, but Aomine simply shushes him, hands him back the deodorant, and pats him on the crown of his head before moving back to sort through the movie stack by the television.
Kagami, bless him, has learned by now not to question things, and only takes deep breaths and calms himself down before setting the deodorant on a table and moving back into the kitchen, throwing his hands up as a final act of frustration. Aomine, meanwhile, turns and grabs his phone and proceeds to send a victorious text to Kuroko, bragging about how he’s right.
Kagami makes sure, the next morning when they’re getting ready, to throw the deodorant as hard as possible at Aomine’s head.
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