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How the hell was he supposed to deal with this?!
There stood his partner-- his shadow -- his best friend for god sakes and he was crying. Crying like he had just lost everything important to him in the entire world. Crying like he was giving up. Crying, crying, god damn fucking crying--
As you could tell, Aomine was not one for comfort.
Yet how was he supposed to not help out with this?! It’s bad enough he didn’t know what to say in times like these but to make it even worse by having it being his beloved Tetsu? Now he knew for sure someone up there had it in for him.
Sighing, a tanned hand raised itself up to rub at his neck, a frown taking place on his ever smirking lips. He could already feel the tension filling him up, making his movements awkward as he sauntered forward towards his partner.
Hearing the noise, Kuroko automatically stiffened up and moved to hide his tears away from his friend. He had been caught in something so fragile and mortifying-- even more so worse knowing that it had been Aomine who had found him. How was he going to explain himself? How could he have been so vulnerable near someone he looked up to so much? The pull between their friendship had only been growing lately and Kuroko feared that this would only make things worse. His vision blurred once more; there just was no winning, was there?
A hand found its way abruptly to Kuroko’s head and he gave out a tiny yelp. Turning to face Aomine, his eyes widened in worry. God this had been a bad idea-- Aomine had no idea what to do now. What could you do at this point? He considered the possibility of hugging the damn kid yet that seemed almost too much for even Aomine...Hugging was more stationed towards the Satsuki department and (thankfully) he didn’t need to pull that move often. Now he was back to square one. How the hell does he make the damn crying stop? As he mused, his hand moved accordingly by default-- long fingers dug themselves into the light blue hair, combing through the flowing strands and making way to comfort. Kuroko sniffled quietly, his head falling in time to the gentle ministrations as he soaked up the warmth of Aomine’s care. Eyes fluttering shut, he nearly missed the surprised look on Aomine’s face.
Oh.
Oh shit, he was already comforting the little guy. He should really give himself more credit-- to think that he wasn't capable of calming down his own partner? Psh. A grin made its way to his face, easily much more natural for the teen than a frown at that time and he messed his way further into Kuroko’s hair. A sigh emitted from the shadow’s mouth, despite the small, grateful smile shown before hand.
“Aomine-kun, please stop that.” He murmured quietly, deep setting blue eyes glancing upwards towards darker yet similar ones.
“Geez, Tetsu-- lemme just be nice for a change.”
“We both know that that’s not possible.”
“Oi--!!” Aomine called out, a pout making way now in response to the tiny teases Kuroko had thrown back at him. Chuckling to himself, Kuroko lifted up his own hand and placed it against Aomine’s wrist, gently tugging away the prying fingers from his already haywire like hair. A warm silence dribbled down between them for only a few moments before Kuroko mumbled out a quiet but oh so fucking worth it, “Thank you…” Grinning full on, Aomine couldn’t help but congratulate himself on his accomplishment-- who said he couldn't be sentimental and caring?
Assholes.