ALSO SENTENCE MEME aokagakuro~
Look, I’m just going to cheat shamelessly, because fitting three characters in a sentence is going to end up being awkward.
“Look, I get it, you have a new light.” Aomine smiles, even though it doesn’t reach his eyes. “He’s not as good as I am, but, hey. Nobody is. Whatever makes you happy, right?”
“Nobody is quite as dense as you are,” Kuroko says calmly. “I never said anything about only picking one of you.”
“Tetsu rides with me,” Aomine growls, squaring his shoulders and using the tiny bit of height he has on Kagami to make his best attempt at towering. “That’s non-negotiable.”
“I think you should let him decide that,” Kagami replies evenly.
“Actually,” Kuroko sighs, “I have my own dragon now. Thank you anyway.”
“Please, Bakagami,” Aomine sneers. “The only one who can beat me is—”
Kuroko punches him in the face. “Quiet, please.”
“Tetsu’s watching me,” Aomine murmurs, and he doesn’t wave at their boyfriend in the stands, but acknowledges him with a small nod instead.
“Please,” Kagami snorts, shrugging his national team jacket off, “he’s totally looking at me.”
Kuroko isn’t the least surprised at the way Kagami and Aomine end up shoving and elbowing at each other the first time the three of them fall in bed with each other. He is a little surprised at just how much he enjoys watching them.
Aomine has Kagami’s head in his lap and is stroking his hair absently as they watch TV, and Kuroko smiles fondly to himself, walking over to the couch to join them.
“Come on, Kuroko,” Kagami says, holding Kuroko up on his shoulders. “Dunk the ball!”
Aomine wants to jump and block the ball anyway, because even if it’s not an actual one-on-one and they aren’t playing by any rules, it still counts as a point against him. But Kuroko is wobbling on Kagami’s shoulders, the ball held in both his hands, and Aomine is laughing too hard to do anything.
It’s been a day and a half since Seirin won against Touou, and Aomine is still sulking. He’s come over to Kagami’s place though, so Kuroko is counting that as a win, nodding at Kagami as they settle on either side of him on the couch, wrapping their arms around him.
“I’ll beat you next time,” Aomine mutters, resting his head against Kagami.
Kagami grins. “Bring it.”
Kuroko looks at Aomine and Kagami, both kneeling in front of him, naked, obediently waiting his next command, and allows himself to smile, fondly running his fingers through their hair before tugging sharply.
UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension)
Kuroko is used to the playful jostling as Kagami and Aomine slowly settle with each other, and the way that he’ll sometimes be dragged into the middle of it, but this feels different. They’re suddenly quiet, both of them with a proprietary hand on Kuroko—Kagami’s hand is on his shoulder, Aomine’s is on his chest—staring each other down.
