Based on this lovely drawing by @looklingart I really liked the interpretation w the new hair style * v* hehe I had to doodle something quick! also no one asked but, I was listening to this song while sketching ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
oKAY BUT Miyuki looks so very tired it makes me so emotional like I’ve never seen him like that before. He’s such a great captain, he fought until the end even though he was hurt. He couldn’t hug and celebrate victory with his team because he was hurt and he could barely stand up and theN HE GOES AND SAYS HE’S NO GOOD AS A CAPTAIN MIYUKI KAZUYA IS SO AMAZIN G I HOPE HE KNOWS THAT, PROTECT THIS KID HE’S PREICOUS AND SO IMPORTANT
Aomine is fairly certain Kise’s body is incredibly fragile.
He demonstrates a halfhearted dunk in Kaijo’s indoor gym, and pushes Kise’s long fringe up over his damp forehead. Somehow, Aomine isn’t used to this light, nimble body. His mind is hyper aware of the fact that using Kise’s body with his usual lackadaisical manner of which he normally treats his own body would somehow break the blond teen, much like a porcelain plate being thrown onto a hard surface. Aomine nurses the thought of Kise smashing into a million and one pieces in his mind, and shakes his head to clear his brain, which is on the verge of panicking at the sudden flood of images that consist of Kise’s naked body disintegrating into an abysmal void.
So far, the tanned ace has spent the entire night discovering the other teenage boy’s body, from his face, to his torso, his armpits - such light colored, barely there hair! - to his well manicured nails, slender legs, the strange curves of his hips, and most intriguingly, Kise’s cock.
Aomine smirks at the memory of a mole, a tiny, but still noticeable dot on the inside of Kise’s left thigh, barely a finger’s length away from his crotch.
The blond is so beautiful, Aomine feels a sense of protectiveness blanket the rest of his functioning nerves with vigor. The feeling intensifies whenever anyone lays a hand on Kise - be it anywhere on his person; shoulders, arms, hands - and Aomine’s tolerance level does a flip, a twist, and a leap into annoyance.
He barely notices when the ball rolls to his feet.
Kise’s captain, whom Aomine has come to like, gently drops a clean towel around his neck and guides him carefully to the bench beside the court.
“Is it your leg again?” Kasamatsu asks quietly, cautiously not making eye contact, but every fiber of his being shows Aomine he is very perceptive of Kise’s injury.
Feeling a wave of mixed emotions overcome him, Aomine sits Kise down as gently as he can manage without straining the blond’s knee and ankle - he winces as he feels a slight twinge - and tries not to think about the pain Kise has been allowing himself to constantly endure since the last match against Seirin.
“I’m alright.” He manages to make Kise say.
“Are you sure? You did skip practice yesterday. Did you have another gig on?”
Aomine, feeling his stomach churn slightly for having to lie to Kise’s kind captain, nods tersely and attempts an apologetic smile.
“Don’t strain yourself.”
Kise’s voice comes out thin. Aomine clears his throat.
Kasamatsu looks at him skeptically, but jogs away to find some water for both of them.
Folding in on himself, Aomine wraps his arms around Kise’s legs, bringing his chin to rest on his knees. It is a pose he has often seen the blond do during Teiko days.
He is surprised that he can still remember.
Inwardly, he wonders how long he can pull this off, pretending to be Kise, and avoiding questions, concerned looks - and most of all, keeping away from hordes of fans, photo hungry journalists, idol interviewers, talent hunters, and other humans in general. Aomine can feel exhaustion seeping through his bones, and wonders how Kise goes through life day by day in this manner.
A chilled Pocari touches his cheek, and a warm hand rests on his shoulder.
Kasamatsu and Kise’s other senpai, Moriyama, peer down at him.
“What do you need?” Kasamatsu places a hand against Aomine’s - nee Kise’s - forehead. “Tell me.”
“Let’s take a break. We could go to an onsen. Hit on girls. Get numbers.” Moriyama felt Kise’s neck for fever signs before looking at Kaijo’s worried captain. “Temp’s okay. Think he just needs some air.”
The other teammates crowd around whom they assumed was Kise, concern marking their features as they watch him quietly.
“Did anyone hear what I said, give the guy some space.” Moriyama is saying.
Kasamatsu places a cool damp towel on his forehead, almost lovingly. He offers Aomine a worried smile.
“Lie down for a bit, Kise.”
Beyond speechless, Aomine stares up at them and feels a genuine warmth spread through his chest and throughout Kise’s body. He decides that Kaijo’s team seems to consist of sunshine, glowing stars and angels.
He thinks he knows why Kise wanted to win so much, back then. It was all for these guys.