@hkbs-world and @bloodyspade0000 and I believe back in the day even @runn0ft tagged me to post 7 sentences of my last WIP and to tag seven others (a step I will skip because I’ve kinda exhausted my ‘resources’ but feel free to do it if I tagged you in a previous game/if you want to!!) Thank you guys!
The first time he kissed Himuro, his heart was beating so crazy he thought he would die. Aomine actually panicked, pulling away wide-eyed and gasping, giving Himuro the biggest scare of his lifetime.
‘Hey, it’s okay?’ Himuro had told him, his intonation wobbly from shock, trying to reach out and grab Aomine somewhere – his hand (fingers delicate and ice-cold, a pleasant chill against Aomine’s burning skin) settled on the side of his jaw, almost immediately pulling him back.
It’s been scary, Aomine had to admit. Opening up to someone is not something that’s come easy to him, and if he was being completely honest, he’s never had a relationship, either. Not even a legit affair to talk about for Christ’s sake – his bad for taking the Lord’s name in vain, especially on catholic school grounds – and now suddenly he’s right in the middle of figuring things out with someone. Someone older, someone more well-adjusted, and someone indubitably more handsome than him.
