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Kuroko has a cherished water bottle, and he finally lets Kagami drink from it.
Kuroko treasured his water bottle. Kagami guessed it had to be one ofthose freaky sports’ routines like Midorima had, where Kuroko could only drink out of that specific water bottle, because it came with them to every game, every practice, every street ball tournament. Kuroko washed it out with attentive care bordering on worship, and when he stayed over Kagami’s apartment on certain nights, every morning Kagami would flip on the light to the kitchen to find it there, upside down and clean from the previous day’s activities. Never did Kuroko neglect it.
So extreme pride flooded Kagami during a street ball tournament after they finished a set of Seirin versus the Generation of Miracles, and Kuroko threw the bottle at him. Maybe he, too, would gain extra strength, so they would only lose the next game by double digits.
The water tasted no different than usual, though the ice inside made for a cool, rejuvenating elixir. Still, he didn’t see why Kuroko used this water bottle all the time.
“Hey, Tetsu!” Aomine called. “You still have my water bottle from the onsen, huh?”
Kagami’s spit-take sent water across the entire length of the court.
Izuki was at Kagami’s side in a moment, slapping him on the back. “An indirect kiss between you, Aomine, and Kuroko, huh? Was it a…wet one?”
No one held Kagami back.