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“I want to be a human.”

Aomine said, ten fingers lifted and spread, pushing upward with stars behind them. His head bumped on a few pebbles under the grass but it was okay. No one would pick him from the ground and put him on a velvet chair, too big and too high for his comfort, no one would scold him for dirtying his hair, and no one would laugh at him for saying his wish out loud.

Because they weren’t here; Kuroko was.

“Do you think it’s foolish?” the little prince asked the small man. Kuroko shook his head and Aomine nodded, satisfied with his silent answer. “Father would think so, though.” He added after a moment.

There were soft fingers on his cheek and he dropped his hands, gripping them tightly as he closed his eyes. Beside him, Kuroko nodded softly, his other hand went through Aomine’s hair and he smiled.

“I want you to be a human, too.”

Thirteen years later, Kuroko still saw his prince lying on grass, with pebbles under his head and ten fingers lifted to push the stars. But there weren’t any wings under his back, there wasn’t any crown he usually dumped behind the bushes, and he wasn’t wishing like he did years ago.

Still, Kuroko traced his fingers on Aomine’s face and slipped his hand on his hair, waiting for the other to grip them tightly and never let go. When Aomine did so he bent, and whispered, “You are human now.”

“You are human, too.”