His First

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Chapter Four: First and Second Kiss

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The first time they kissed? Well, Yamamoto would say that it happened right after their third - or fourth, maybe - practice match. He honestly didn't know what it meant. Did Aomine like him? Or did he like Aomine? Or maybe it was just random...?

Too many questions floated around Yamamoto's head, unanswered. He thought back to their last practice match, against some no name school that wasn't even all that strong. Or, maybe, they were strong. But Aomine and the rest of the team was stronger. Yamamoto was just a beginner, sitting on the bench during those practice matches, although he did get to play a little bit.

After they breezed through the game, Yamamoto had stayed behind to get everything cleaned up. He was surprised to see Aomine there, arms crossed as he lazed against a row of lockers.

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"Ahaha, what are you still doing here? Shouldn't you be going home?" Yamamoto asked.

"What about you?" Aomine replied, darting around the teen's question. Yamamoto shrugged. "My dad isn't expecting me back so soon, so, I thought I might as well clean up." He grinned, spinning the orange ball on the tip of his finger.

"Hm." Aomine hummed in repsonse, head tilting back as he yawned tiredly. "..." The blue haired basketball player fell silent, glaring at the streaks of light that pooled in from the windows above.

Yamamoto stared, wondering exactly what it was that Aomine wanted from him. "Wh-" Just as he was about to question the taller male, Aomine interrupted him, suddenly by his side. The tanned teen's hand rested against the wall, besides Yamamoto's head.

Yamamoto blinked, tilting his head slightly at the action. "What is it?"

"You..."

"Me?" Yamamoto's voice cracked, his heart beat quickening as Aomine moved a couple inches closer.

"You're impossible." Aomine scoffed, before quickly leaning down to capture the teen's lips with his own.

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The baseball lover was currently standing in front of the doors which lead to the spacious rooftop of the high school. He fiddled with the strap of his duffel bag, before making up his mind and opening the door. He walked through, and wasn't at all surprised to see just the person he was looking for - Aomine.

"Yo, Aomine!" Yamamoto called, grinning as he approached the half-asleep basketball player. The blue haired teen lazily rolled over and cracked an eye open. He gave Yamamoto a stare before closing his eye and turning away from the overly-smiley baseball lover.

"Why do you do that?" Aomine asked, yawning loudly.

Yamamoto blinked, confused, "Do what?"

"Smile."

"Because... I'm happy?" He laughed.

"Even when you're not?"

"Ahaha, what's not to be happy about?" Yamamoto asked, genuinely curious. Of course, he missed his friends, but it wasn't anything to be upset about forever.

"Fine. I'll ask you a different question,"

"Okay?"

"Aren't you mad? Disgusted?"

"Eh... About what?"

"When I kissed you." Obviously, Aomine was talking about the 'incident', two days ago, as he so called it.

"Oh." Yamamoto fell silent, blinking as the question finally began to register in his brain. The words repeated over and over again, before he managed to collect his thoughts and place them in order. He laughed. "Why should I be mad? I- It was actually kinda nice, I think."

"Tch... You're delusional."

"Ahaha, maybe sometimes, but not now."

Aomine raised his eyebrow, finally bothering to sit up properly. "Hn... and how do I know that you aren't lying?" He questioned.

"Well, you don't. But, trust me, at least." Yamamoto laughed. "Besides, we could always try it again." He added, cheeks coloring a soft red color.

Aomine gave him a long stare, before a smirk appeared on his face. "You never cease to amuse me." He muttered.

"Ahaha, didn't I always just annoy you?"

Aomine's smirk didn't disappear, even as he grabbed the black haired teen by his collar to pull him forward. "Last chance to back out," He mumbled, voice so quiet it was almost inaudible.

Yamamoto's lips curled into a small smile, as he slowly closed the distance between him and the taller teen, chapped lips against his own.

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D'aww, all these confuzzling (yet cute) emotions..

~WinterAssassin~