50 Drabbles

hold my hand

Kagami and Kuroko were walking home one cold November evening. Kise had texted Kuroko the day before, wanting to get together and catch up, and had proposed a quaint cafe a couple blocks from their apartment. Kuroko had been ready to decline when Kise mentioned that he was bringing Aomine with him, but the thought of chatting with his old light wasn't something he wanted to pass up, especially since Aomine rarely found the time to message him.

The meeting had gone surprisingly well. Kise, though bubbly had mellowed some with age. He was still just as talkative however, and proceeded to share with detail everything that had happened to him since their last get-together. Aomine announced with no small amount of pride of his promotion to full time officer. He joked about him and Kagami having gone into similar lines of work--and then he, to Kagami's horror and everyone else's humor, slid in with a smirk "at least I'm not playing with hoses all day."

(Kuroko had choked on the drink he had been taking, and Kise failed to hide his laugh. The red Kagami had turned put his hair to shame.)

After that, things had settled down, and by the time Aomine said he had to go the incident had almost been completely forgotten.

Kuroko felt light. He never realized how much he missed his friends until he saw them, and usually it left him feeling weighted when going home. But right now he just felt happy.

Kagami walked beside him, hands in his pockets and elbow bumping into his. Kuroko reached out and grabbed his wrist, tugging. "Hold my hand."

Kagami usually wasn't big on PDA of any form, but he relented, weaving their fingers together. Kagami let his breath out slowly, watching the white cloud that came up. "We should go to that one ramen place for dinner." he said. Kuroko nodded. Their shoulders bumped again, and he couldn't help smiling.