Kuroko no Basuke One-Shots

Aomine Daiki (Got a Little Voice)

"Would you be my American boy~? American b--"

"Do you have to sing that song everyday?"

"DAIKI!" I grabbed the nearest object and chucked it at Aomine. "Do you have to complain about it everyday?"

"Kinda, yeah," he mumbled as he rubbed his arm where my anime figurine hit him. "I don't understand what it is with you and that song."

"You act like it's bad music." I glared as he roughly set my figurine back down and fixed it back where I left it. "And it most definitely is not."

"You think all music is good."

"That's not necessarily true! Ever hear the comments I make when I hear country music on the car radio?" Aomine shrugged and looked away. "Now go make a basket of dirty laundry or something." I shooed him off and picked my music back up.

Meanwhile, in our room, Aomine actually did what I told him to. He was going around, collecting his smelly clothes that he likes to throw and not pick up later. (No hate, I do it too.)

"Ugh, chores," he muttered to himself. "Why does she make me do them?" He continued to do his boring job, tossing shirts and socks and whatever else he found on the floor into the basket he lazily carried in his hand. "Damn basket's getting heavy." Observing the contents of the basket, he realized that he'd only been picking up his clothes and none of mine. "Crap, she'll get mad if I only wash my clothes." He began tossing some clothes from the closet into the basket, not really minding if they were unused or not.

"Shizu's got that stupid song stuck in my head," Aomine claimed as he left the closet alone and moved on to the dresser. "Would you be my American b-- No, Daiki, don't you dare." Aomine slapped his cheek and continued working, not allowing himself to sing through the dreaded work. He caught himself humming the melody a couple times, but kept stopping himself before he actually sang the whole song. A few times he even let out some butchered lyrics, remembering what Shizu would sing almost every day (not meaning to, of course). "I really want to come... what was it again?"

"Come kick it with you..."

Aomine darted around, dropping the laundry basket (and some of his progress).

"You'll be my American boy~" I leaned against the threshold of our room door with a smirk on my face.

"I wasn't-- I would never--" Aomine became a stuttering mess. I moved closer to him as he found an excuse as to why he was singing one of my favorite songs. "You just got it stuck in my head!"

I put one of my arms around his neck, my hand at the back. "I had no idea you have such an attractive voice, Dai-chan," I teased. "Since when have you been able to sing?"

"Eh..." Aomine laced his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.

"Come on, how come I've never known?"

"I just don't sing often." Aomine looked off to the side. "I'm not as good as you, anyway." I let out a snicker. "Tch."

"Well, I'm hoping you'll sing for me again soon." I tugged at the nearest strands of his hair, staring deep into his enchanting midnight blue eyes. "You sounded pretty good from what I heard."

"Yeah, I've got a little voice in me."