Can you write something about aokaga where aomine gets really frustrated by how oblivious kagami is to his advances, to other people advances and to how fucking charming he is
This is so freaking cute nonnie! ^^ I hope this is what you had in mind, enjoy!
“Wanna Netflix and chill?”
Aomine can feel his determination soar. Today’s the day. He’s finally going to tell Kagami and hopefully show him how he feels. (It pisses him off that Kagami still thinks Netflix and chill means nothing but watching Netflix and eating popcorn.)
To say Kagami is oblivious would be a nice way of putting it. His general lack of intelligence has nothing to do with how unaware he is of his surroundings or the people in his life. Aomine and he go out on an almost regular basis because of all their one-on-ones and it’s become a form of entertainment for the bluehead to watch people hit on Kagami in different ways but get rejected, simply because the big oaf has no idea he’s being hit on. Initially he used to get jealous but now, he’s not worried in the least.
They’ve just finished getting a bite at maji’s and are heading towards Kagami’s place and Aomine wants to leave today with at least a kiss. They’ve known each other for a while now and Aomine found himself gradually thinking of Kagami’s smile as endearing, his presence a comfort and a source of joy. He’s never admitted this out loud, but he doesn’t have to for Satsuki and Tetsu to get it. He has Satsuki’s blessing and Kuroko plans on killing him if he breaks his heart.
‘I need his heart to break it don’t I??’ He screams internally and he can see Kagami staring at him weirdly from his periphery but chooses to ignore it.
It’s frustrating, and Aomine is actually bad at wooing people considering he’s the one people normally try to impress. None of their tactics work on the redhead either.
He’s never been this patient or gentle or persistent in his life. He knows that’s only because this stupid Bakagami is special, not only because he plays so well or can cook so well, but because he’s a genuinely nice human being that Aomine doesn’t mind spending the rest of his life with.
His face flames at the direction his thoughts are taking and he pushes them away, focusing on the conversation Kagami is trying to have with him.
“But like, the celtics are killing it?”
“Nah man, Chicago’ll win. Two words- Derek Rose.”
They argue about the NBA all the way to his apartment and when they walk in, Aomine feels at home, having visited so many times. Kicking his shoes off, he promptly makes his way to the couch and plops down, wiggling his ass till he’s comfortable. Kagami scolds him playfully before getting a bowl of popcorn and some soda and sitting next to him, and turning Netflix on. He’s looking for something to watch and Aomine watches him carefully, taking in those adorable forked eyebrows, the sharpness of his jaw, the intensity of his eyes.
Kagami turns to look at him and they’re very very close, Kagami’s breath fanning over Aomine’s face and it’s the absolute perfect set up for a kiss, almost straight out of a romcom when-
“Is there something on my face?”
Kagami’s expression is filled with mild confusion and Aomine sighs, completely frustrated as he pulls away and grumbles out a “No.”
Kagami shrugs before putting a show on, and they get comfortable, Aomine’s hand resting on the back of the couch, his fingers brushing against Kagami’s shoulders. The redhead doesn’t protest, doesn’t seem to notice.
As time went by, they spent less time hating each other and more time becoming friends of sorts and Kagami’s comfortable with him being in his personal space now and that’s exactly the problem- he can’t seem to distinguish between a platonic touch and a lustful one.
The movie plays in the background but Aomine pays no attention- he’s too busy trying not to pop a boner because of Kagami’s warmth, the musky smell that’s indigenous to him, the way his hair tickles the inside of Aomine’s wrist.
Kagami munches on the popcorn, content, and he offers some to Aomine every now and then which the boy accepts gratefully. At least he can keep his mouth busy to prevent salivation.
The whole movie, Aomine touches Kagami, small, gentle, extremely suggestive touches that just do not seem to hit the redhead the right way. He keeps looking at Aomine every few minutes and flashing a brilliant smile and Aomine is done. When it happens for the nth time, Aomine can’t control himself anymore.
“Kagami!,” he bellows, his voice hoarse.
Kagami startles and stares at him with wide eyes.
Aomine frames the man’s face with his hands, keeping his grip tender, loving, sincere. He leans in close, closer, closer and he hopes Kagami understands his intention, he hopes if he doesn’t want it he’ll back away, he hopes he won’t back away.
He presses their lips together firmly.
It tastes of buttered popcorn.