#kagaroko

Red is not a color for Kuroko. It's too bright, to stark and passionate for his eyes which are so clouded with it now. Staring blearily up at Kagami from beside him where he sluggishly scrubs at his teeth with his little, blue brush. It makes his irises stand out stark, illuminates the way his bottom lids sag with fatigue, outlined by the faintest fog of panda eyes. 

They're a little crusty at the corners too and it makes Kagami want to wipe them clean. He knows if he does, the boy will fuss, slap at his hands and frown from beneath unruly bed head. It's all there, even if Kuroko never says it out loud:

'Kagami-kun, I'm tired.'

So Kagami pauses in his morning routine and bends down and presses his lips to a blue eye just as the lid closes over it. Lets his lips linger and Kuroko allows it, as if his kiss may health the toll the unforgiving night has taken on it. When he pulls away, Kuroko regards him quietly, then shuts the other eye and tapes it expectantly until it is given the same apology.