“…ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ.”
Aomine was playing basketball with random people at the basketball courts down the block from his house. You were walking with friends, when you saw him dominating them all.
You gasp and run to the tall fence that surrounded the court.
“Aominichi!” Your pretty voice called out to him. Your friends giggling at the other men who were shirtless and sweaty.
He looked back at you and his energy was… off, but you obviously didn’t notice!
You ran around to where the fence gate was, and your friends followed in awkwardness. You ran to the bench where his stuff was, and he walked over to you, looking a bit annoyed.
“Can you not be here right now…” he looked off to his left and it seems like he was a bit embarrassed you were here.
“I wanna watch you play!” Your bright smile beamed at him, his gloomy cloud not faltering around his head.
“I kinda came here to play to get my mind of things, and you are kind of not helping.”
“Well, I promise I won’t say anything!” Your voice was getting whinier, babier, and he wanted to yell at you so you can take a hint.
“Please, just go do something else away from me.” His voice didn’t sound so cautious anymore, he sounded mean.
“But aomi-“
“Y/n, can you ever just get the fucking hint? Right now I don’t want to hang out with you, I don’t want to hear you, I don’t want to see you!” His voice raised, and your friends looked at him in annoyance.
Your friend tizzy understood him, but understood you more so she helped you up and walked you away, your other friend Kira glared at him.
“Still got a small dick I see,” She spat and looked him up and down. “Fucking bitch.” She walked away towards you both and you were now holding back tears.
Aomine pinched his bridge and turned back to the game. Everyone looked a bit upset at him, not a single person in the mood to play the fun game they were before.
“What?” He annoyingly asked them.
“Who talks to their girl like that? Especially a cute one?” One said.
“Yeah dude, you’re lucky you have a girl that wants to spend time with you.” Another said.
“Would hate to date someone like you.” One whispered.
“Right.” Another agreed.
Aomine rolled his eyes, but truly, he knows they’re right.
“Y/n, please stop crying! He’s probably just in some mood!” Tizzy rubbed your back at a bench far far far from the basketball court.
“He-he’s always in ‘some mood’!” I wiped my eyes, and Kira looked like she was about to kill someone.
“He’s such a dick! You are such a great person, and he is basically using you. I think you should have dated Kagami or some rival of his.” Kira angrily said.
“No, I-I love Aominichi!” My tears finally drying up.
Kira cringed. “He doesn’t deserve to be called ‘Aominichi’,” she mocked in a Whitney voice, not mocking you though.
“Thanks guys, I-i think I wanna go home for now.” I softly said, standing up.
“Do you want us to hang with you, or do you want some alone time?” Tizzy offered.
“I just wanna play with Loki and be alone.” I smiled. They hugged me and we parted ways.
I had walked down to the train and got on. My phone dinged and I looked at it.
Aominichi💗: Hey, can we talk?
I opened the message and closed it, I wanted him to know I read his message but don’t care. Yeah, it hurt to do that, I love talking with him, but again, like many times, he hurt me and I can’t give in to that!
Another ding.
Aominichi💗: come on Y/n don’t ignore me😒
I opened it again and closed it.
I finally reached my house, and outside was Aomine.
“Shit.” I groaned to myself. I walked through my gate and right part him, I didn’t even give him a glance. I opened my door and tried to shut it, but he pushed it open.
“Y/n, talk to me.” He sounded irritated. Good.
“I have nothing to say to you, Aomine.” The name you gave him struck his heart. Yeah it’s his name, but you’ve never, no matter how upset you were, you never called him by his actual name.
“Y/n, come on-“
“I have nothing to say to you.” I grabbed Loki and sat on my couch. The white cat glared at Aomine, knowing he did something wrong.
Aomine stood there like “🧍🏻”.
I looked at him, heart hurting. I’m not a cold person, this kills me more than it kills him.
“I’m sorry,” He finally said. I looked at him and wanted to hug him, but no. “You know how I get!”
“Mhm.” At this point my cold facade was faltering, tears burning at the back of my eyes. My throat was starting to close and tense.
He walked over to me and got on his knees.
“I love you so much, please forgive me.” His hands clasped together and his eyes wide.
“If you loved me you wouldn’t treat me so bad.” A pout formed on my face, slowly giving into his apology.
“I know, I’ll work on it.”
After looking at him, seeing him on his knees asking for forgiveness was not like him, so I guess I could forgive him.
“Alright, I forgive you.” I smiled and his face lit up, but then a smug look appeared on his face.
“Yep. Don’t think I’m getting on my knees for you ever again.” He hopped on his feet and leaned over to kiss me.
“But seriously, I’ll work on my attitude.”
“I know you will.” I smiled and he rolled his eyes.
“Also never call me Aomine again. Doesn’t sound right coming from you.” His face cringed at his own name.
“Yeah, yeah, you big baby.”
