This is short I’m so sorry anon 😕 also somewhat repetitive I think and like ooc I’m sorry
The sound of the basketball hitting the backboard of the goal sounded in the background as you let out a frustrated groan. You leaned down to grab the ball and started to get into position again, only to feel your boyfriend’s body behind yours. His hands adjusted the way you stood and held the ball before he stepped back. You took a deep breath and shot the ball again. And you missed. Again.
“You’re doing wrong, babe.”
“I’m doing it as you’re telling me to…”
“You need to follow through.”
“What the hell does that even mean???”
“Just— just let me show you.”
With that, he picked up the ball and handed it to you. He stepped back behind you when you got back into position, and helped you hold the ball correctly. When he had helped you shoot, his hands adjusted guided yours to follow through. And you made it, but probably because he helped. You weren’t very surprised, though. It was him.
“See? You can do it in your own now.”
“I’m gonna miss.”
“Just try.”
You rolled your eyes, but and turned around and grabbed the ball as it rolled back in your direction. You barely cared to get back into the same position for the millionth time, but you wanted to prove that you could do it, so you did. You shot the ball — following through this time — and finally, finally made it. You gasped and turned around with what had to be the widest smile ever on your face. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and got that stupid smirk of his to make its way back onto his face.
“Good job. Can we go now? I’m hungry.”
You slapped his chest.
“Can’t you be a little happier you got your girlfriend to shoot properly?”
“Fine, fine. I’m happy my girlfriend shot a ball. Can we get food now?”
You groaned, but you nodded anyway. Who were you to deny your lovely boyfriend food, anyway? You picked up the ball and moved to put it in his big ass bag that was in the bench, but you let him grab the bag himself. You grabbed his hand, barely even waiting on him to fully pull the strap over his shoulder before you started pulling him along the sidewalk. If he wanted food, he sure as hell was gonna get it.
Guess it was time to feed your fatass of a boyfriend after he laughed at you for being bad with the ball.
A/N: I deadass hate this sm please nobody read this
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pairing: Aomine Daiki x fem!reader
summary: When two idiots like each other, there is wild flirting, bets are made and things get chaotic. Luckily, a surprising realisation dawns on them during a day at the beach together: pictures only reflect reality!
genre: romance, beach, KnB Universe
word count: 4.8k
If there was one thing that could always be found in Daiki Aomine’s room, it was chaos. Basketballs. Sneakers. Empty snack bags. During the week, everything was simply scattered all over the room. It was like a war zone, much to his mother's dismay.
If you let your gaze wander around the room, a few things would immediately catch your eye: the azure blue bed linen, the basketball hoop above the bed AND the many posters of attractive, scantily clad girls from Idol magazines. Lots of them. Lots and lots of them.
Not normal magazines. No. The kind filled with very pretty girls with shiny hair, perfect smiles, and poses that made you roll your eyes so hard it physically hurt. Especially the fact that most of them wore nothing more than a bra or bikini. He was such a lecher.
It bothered you. It really bothered you. Especially because you yourself would never look like those models. You were a pretty girl. But without magazine retouchers, perfect lighting and high-end make-up. Sometimes you wondered if he only liked women like that... if so, that would be the end of you.
You may or may not have been completely smitten with him. Unfortunately. He was a total hot mess: bad grades, super intelligent, tall and handsome, bored and super sexy. Since you didn't look like those girls, you would probably have to forget about your crush. You didn't stand a chance against them.
___ _ _ _
You stood in his doorway, arms crossed, watching him flip through one like it was the most important book ever written.
“Wow,” you deadpanned,“Fascinating literature.”
Aomine didn’t even look up,“Mm.”
Wakamatsu had once again ordered extra lessons. This happened from time to time when Akashi was once again in danger of failing the school year. Sometimes you cursed Wakamatsu... after all, he had brought you into this basketball universe full of beautiful men. Without him, you would now be single, happy and definitely with more time on your hands. Currently, you thought about Daiki every minute... even though it was pointless. He was hopeless. And yet you loved every minute of it.
The little moments in the classroom, or when you came by to take photos for the school newspaper. When you saw him, your heart beat faster. And when Wakamatsu asked you to tutor Daiki, you couldn't say no.
You walked over and leaned down, peering at the page,“Page 42, huh? Ah yes. The classic "Girl leaning against a sports car for absolutely no reason other to appeal to dudes" pose.”
Still nothing. He flipped the page like he didnt hear what you just said. You snatched the magazine out of his hands. Now he looked up,“Oi.”
You held it above your head,“Aomine, I’m serious. Don’t you ever get bored?”
“With what?”
“This!” You shook the magazine,“You’ve seen like a thousand girls posing the exact same way...Looking the exact way.”
“They’re not the same,” he said lazily.
“Oh?,” you questioned him. He pointed,“This one’s wearing blue and has blonde hair, totally different.”
You stared at him,"God...you’re unbelievable.”
He stretched his arms behind his head, completely unbothered,“You’re the one who came over just to complain.”
You leaned closer, eyes narrowing,“Ugh, I came over so we could study...so you can actually pass school....But fine.”
Aomine blinked. You smiled sweetly,“Then I have a proposal.”
“…That sounds suspicious.”
“You like looking at pretty girls, right?,” a sly plan formed in your head.
“Yeah,” he replied, already turning to his magazine again.
“So it’s only fair that I get to look at handsome guys also.”
His eyebrow twitched. You continued innocently,“But I don’t see any around.......There is just...you...”
Silence. Aomine slowly sat up,“…What’s that supposed to mean?”
You shrugged,“I mean, if you’re gonna sit around reading about attractive people all day, shouldn’t you try becoming one too?”
His eye twitched again,“Oh?”
“Yeah.” You tapped his shoulder, “Work out more. Train harder. Get abs or something. So I can look at something pretty too.”
“I already play basketball,” he exclaimed.
“You also nap during practice,” you beat his stupid argument.
“That’s called conserving energy.”
“Sure it is,” you chuckled. You leaned close to his face,“Think about it. You look at pretty girls.”
You poked his chest,“I look at a handsome guy.”
“Fair trade.”
Aomine stared at you. Then he smirked,“You wanna look at me that bad Y/n?”
You leaned back instantly,“In your dreams, Aomine. Youre a loser. We both know it.”
He laughed,“Oh, you definitely wanna look.”
“You wish,” you tried to safe yourself.
“You literally just said it.”
“I said handsome guys,” somehow you didnt have any more arguments.
“Ouch,”he expressed his opinion. You could be a beast, a new side of you. He liked it.
You grinned,“Guess you’ll have to try harder.”
___ _ _ _
From that day onward, something very strange happened. Aomine started training more. Like… a lot more. Push-ups. Running laps around his house. Suddenly doing extra basketball drills. He even went to the schools gym to lift weights.
Kagami stared at him one day in the gym,“…Are you dying?”
“No.”
“Then why are you doing sit-ups at 6 a.m.?,” Kagami was totally confused. This was abnormal behaviour.
Aomine grunted,“Shut up Bakami.”
Meanwhile, you watched all of this with a suspicious squint. You were on your way to art class. It was beneficial that the fitness room, also known as the gym, had a large glass front. Your girlfriend Ellie was also thrilled about this fact, especially that the boys visited each other to play sports. Since the Too Academy was well equipped, they were often here.
___ _ _ _
You found him one afternoon doing pull-ups,“…Wow.”
He dropped down and wiped sweat from his neck,“You impressed?”
You walked around him like a scientist examining a specimen,“Hmm.”
“What?,” he said indignantly.
“Well, you might almost qualify as a handsome guy now,” you finally admitted.
“Almost?,” now it started to provoke him. You playfully warned him,“Don’t get cocky”
He leaned closer,“You’ve been watching though. So it's worth seeing.”
Your face warmed,“I have not.”
“You literally came to the gym three times this week.”
“I like the air,” you tried to joke.
“There’s no windows stupid.” Why did he always have to be so intelligent and quick-witted?
“…Shut up,” you demanded. He laughed loudly. You shoved him.He shoved you back. It was always like that between you. Neither of you noticed that both your hearts were beating way too fast.
___ _ _ _
A few weeks later…Everyone went to the beach. As always, the "brilliant" team-building ideas came from Kuroko and Satsuki. Packed to the brim and squeezed together, you guys travelled by city bus. Man, Kuroko, you couldn't go to karaoke. Seeing Daiki without his shirt would have been bad enough before. But now... after countless workouts... you'd probably sink into the sand out of embarrassment. What if he saw you staring at him?
Sun. Waves. Chaos. The motto of this afternoon. The quiet fizzing of the soda cans blended perfectly with the sound of the waves and the noises on the beach.
Kagami and Aomine were already in the water arguing about volleyball rules. It's incredible that the boys can play something other than basketball. Even though Satsuki said they wouldn't last longer than five minutes.
“You’re cheating!” // “That’s not cheating!” // “You spiked it at my face!” // “That’s strategy!” Some of the snippets of conversation that reached you girls on the beach. You sat on a towel watching the disaster. The beautiful disaster:
Aomine jumped up and spiked the ball. Water sprayed everywhere. His hair was wet. His shoulders glistened in the sun.
You looked away immediately,“…Stupid handsome idiot.”
You had to distract yourself, otherwise it would happen again. How embarrassing. Your eyes followed the towel next to yours: dark blue. It was Daiki's. Lime elderflower soda, sunscreen and clothes scattered carelessly next to his sneakers. Then something caught your eye:
His bag. It was half-open. And inside…Magazines.
Of course. You groaned,“Seriously, Aomine?” He would probably never change that side of him. Horny lizard.
Then curiosity got the better of you. You opened one. Flip. Flip. Flip. Models. More models. More poses.
You sighed,“God Daiki, youre so predictable.”
Then something slipped from between the pages. A tiny little photo. A polaroid. You picked it up. And froze.
It was you. A candid picture. The one you took together at the school's last summer party. You were sitting on the school steps laughing at something Momoi had said behind the camera. Sunlight on your hair. Eyes closed mid-laugh.
Your heart stopped,“…What?”
You flipped the magazine again. Another one: You holding a drink, you reading under a tree, you tying your shoelace in the gym.
Your brain short-circuited,“AOMINE?!”
A huge splash. He turned,“What?!”
You stormed toward the water holding the photo. His eyes widened instantly,“…Oh.”
“Oh?!”
Kagami slowly backed away,“Uh… I’m gonna go drown over there.”
You waved the photo,“EXPLAIN.”
Aomine rubbed the back of his neck,“…It’s not what it looks like.”
“You have secret photos of me hidden in your magazine stash.”
“Okay it is exactly what it looks like,” he admitted. You stared,“…You creep.”
“You were never supposed to find those!”
“YOU PUT THEM IN ONE OF THEM FILTHY MAN MAGAZINES I CONSTANTLY COMPLAIN ABOUT!”
He groaned,“I panicked!”
“About what?!,” you asked seriously in tone. He muttered,“…You.”
You blinked,“…What?”
He scratched his cheek,“…You kept teasing me about pretty girls.”
“Yes...and?",You were curious to hear the excuse he would come up with now. It had to be something good if he wanted to wriggle out of it.
“And I didn’t want you to know…”
“…know what?,” you pushed him further. He sighed,“That the only one I actually enjoy looking at is you.”
Your brain completely shut down. Silence. What...what did he say just now????
Waves. Kagami choking somewhere in the distance.
Your face turned bright red,“…You idiot.”
“Yeah.”
“You absolute idiot.”
“Probably.”
You poked his chest,“You...you actually trained like crazy because I told you to become more attractive.”
“…Yeah.”
“Did you think I wanted to look at other guys?”
“…Yeah,” he admitted quietly. You stared at him. Then you burst out laughing. Hard. Aomine blinked,“What’s funny?”
You wiped tears from your eyes,“Aomine.”
“What,”now he seemed a little mad.
“I never wanted to look at other guys...I just hated the way you admired these beautiful girls...I can't keep up with that,” you voice shy and soft now.
He froze,“…Oh.”
You smiled,“You were already the one I was looking at.”
Silence. Then Aomine grinned slowly,“…So all that flirting…”
“Yep.”
“…You liked me the whole time?,” he asked smirking.
“Yep.”
“…And I suffered through 500 push-ups for nothing?”
You looked him up and down dramatically,“Well…” You leaned closer,“…they worked.”
His ears turned red,“…Shut up. And...you look like these models. For me you are just as beautiful as them. Even better.”
You laughed. Then he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the water. You shrieked,“AOMINE—!”
SPLASH. When you surfaced, he was laughing like a villain,“You deserved that!”
“For what?!”
“For calling me almost handsome!”
You splashed him,“You are almost handsome!”
“Oh yeah?!,”He grabbed you again. You both nearly drowned laughing. And somewhere on the beach…A magazine layed open.
Ft. Aomine,Kagami,Kise x fem!reader | Pre-established relationship
Warning: Swearing
𝐀𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢
❒ Would’ve thought he found his magazines digitally with the way he was staring at his phone
❒ Someone is trying to talk to him and his ass not even making eye contact just staring at his phone
❒ Like damn can you act like you care?
❒ The person starts to get annoyed and walks off just as you walk into the room now wondering what your boyfriend did now to piss someone off
❒ Aomine didn’t even look up from his phone not paying attention to his surroundings
❒ You of course now curious about what has your boyfriend’s attention have the need to figure out what has him so engaged in his phone
❒ You walk up getting behind where he was sitting and look at his phone… just to see your instagram page
❒ “You know you could stare at the real deal when she’s right beside you, right?”
❒ He flips his phone to face down as if now he couldn’t get caught
❒ He looked embarrassed judging by the wide-eyed expression from noticing him
❒ Aomine tries to recollect himself rolling his eyes and acting unbothered “I don’t know what you're on about” he grunts
❒ “Don’t play stupid in my face. If you miss me just say that”
❒ “I was waiting for you since you wanna be late” Getting up, he rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm around your waist “Let’s just go”
𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚
❒Kagami and you were laying in bed it was another one of those chill days
❒ The fan was on, another rewatch of your favorite tv show started, and conversation was held between you two
❒ You both start to go into comfortable silence not really paying attention to the tv, starting to go on your phones
❒ After a while you're about to get up and grab snacks for you two
❒ When you turn to look over at him to ask what he wants you see his phone open on your instagram page
❒ He’s over here scrolling through lingering on the photos for a while
❒ “Hmm you think she’s pretty?”
❒ He gets all embarrassed not knowing what he should say after getting caught
❒ You laugh at his reaction and he groans “Why are you like this?”
❒ “Beautiful? I don’t know maybe so my boyfriend could just stare at any photo of me”
❒ “Yeah guess so since my girlfriend is really pretty” he mutters
𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚
❒ Who is he to not wanna fawn over his pretty girlfriend
❒ He was always one to be complimenting and hyping you up like no other
❒ He always wanna see his girl so that lead him to be on your ig page
❒ First, it’s just looking at your more recent post then it’s going past photos before y’all were even dating
❒ Next thing he knows he liked an old photo
❒ He has the most dramatic reaction
❒ Being mad loud got his teammates looking at him sideways
❒ It’s a gasp, scream, then whining and falling all over the place holding his head
❒ Literally is doing the absolute most like you could’ve just quickly unliked the photo… which he didn’t do
❒ Meaning you had the time to see the notification and you of course checked what he liked because you didn’t even post something today
❒ Once you see it was something old you just know you had to tease him once you saw him
❒ You went to go meet up with him like you usually did when it came to the end of the school day
❒ You already see from a distance your boyfriend’s dramatic actions and his team staring at him with deadpan expressions
❒ You wave to his team and they seem slightly relieved seeing you get your boyfriend
❒ "Ryu what are you doing? You plan on joining theater?"
❒ He straightens up putting on the suave act
❒ Smile on his face looking at you as if nothing just happened
❒ "A few have wished to see my face on theater but y'know it's just not for me"
❒"Yeah I'm sure they ask just cause of your face... anyways what's up with the stalking?"
❒He freezes staring blankly at you "You know?"
❒ When you show him the notification he can only whine more before getting a sudden burst of energy now claiming he can't be embarrassed for liking his girlfriend's pictures
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You were pissed off at Aomine. Not only did he stay as far away from you as possible, he also didn't want to stop being a pisstake about you feeling ill. Ew, did you just ouke in the toilet? How am I going to use it now. Could you blow your nose any louder? In the beginning, you used to reply with your own snide remarks, but as you started feeling worse you just laid there. At some point you were wondering why did he even bother coming over to your house if he was just gonna be a prick about your illness and the anger kept bubbling in you. Omg that sneeze was-
“Aomine Daiki” you start, and you see him visibly straighten up as you would usually call him by nicknames, “get out.”
That is all you said as you began shoving him out of your house. He was only in your house for a little while until you couldn’t take it anymore. You already had a headache without his unnecessary commentary here and there. You slam the door shut after him and head back to your room. Half an hour later, you hear a little tap on your door, you know who it is so you don't open up feeling like he didn’t suffer enough. He knocks again and after you don't get the door you hear something being slid in through your post box. This catches your attention and you creep to the door to see a note fallen through. Picking it up, it read:
Sorry,
there is some soup for you outside<3
You open the door to indeed find soup outside. And a smile traces itself on your face as you pick it up and close the door. Looks like he learnt his lesson.
reader: gender neutral. pronouns unmentioned. second point of view.
warnings: feelings of emptiness/discontent, frustration, food (a sandwich), sleep mention, betting (a sandwich)
notes: i liked the metaphor in this one.
Interest wanes for Aomine as quickly as the moon phases. An initial graduality of fading moonlight followed by a steep descent into neglect: left empty and diminished.
Content is nonexistent at the top. It makes his philosophy to stop looking for it at all, and let the world turn grey.
Which is why he’s ever so surprised when you bring color back.
It starts subtly.
You shove him awake in class when everybody else considers him a lost cause, you bet your sandwich in a game of sticks when his stomach grumbles, you pretend he’s sick so he can calm down in the abandoned nurse’s office whenever he’s frustrated.
Maybe the way you go about it is sly. Maybe it’s loud. Maybe it’s quiet. But it’s less about how you go about it, and more you do that keeps him from pushing you away.
Gradually, you create the beginning of a slow reacclimation to the world of light and hue.
With you, he is content.
And he finds he finally wants to to try again: to make you feel that way around him too.
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Summary: Soulmarks aren't rare, and neither are soulmates, but what is rare, is a person who doesn't want to meet their soulmate, but Toho Academy has two.
Or: Five times Aomine was curious about your tattoo, and one time he saw it.
TW: a small amount of angst, I suppose one part might be comparable to a panic attack, and some swearing, but I promise it's mostly fluff.
A/N: I had an idea! Since I have no requests currently in my inbox, I thought I would jot it down before I forgot about it.
1.
"You guys do realize that you should be practicing, right?" you asked when you walked into the gym and the boys were all shirtless, showing off their soulmarks.
"They're trying to prove who's is the biggest," Momoi informed you, making you snort.
You were almost one hundred percent certain that you had them all beat, except for maybe Aomine.
Your soulmark was a special image somewhere on your body, and animal, a place, something like that. They were colorful, and looked like tattoos.
The mark on your body corresponded with the one on your soulmate's body.
You knew that Aomine had your matching tattoo, not that he knew that, and that was okay.
The black ink of his tattoo was stark against his tan skin, but you knew that he wasn't showing it off with pride, it was him just proving a point.
Top dog on the team, biggest soulmark, he was unbeatable.
Aomine had made it clear that he didn't appreciate the thought of soulmates, that he was fine with not knowing who they were, not knowing who you were, in your case.
"What's yours (Y/L/N)-kun?" one of the boys asked and you snorted, a hand flying to cover your mouth, sometimes you hated hanging around teenage boys all the time, it made your mind go to weird places sometimes.
"Sorry boys, you don't want to see my mark, trust me," you muttered, touching your shoulder softly.
Aomine's eyes were on you, burning a hole through your body, but you ignored him.
"What is it?"
"None ah," you said.
"None ah?"
"None ah ya business," you replied, dropping your bag by the bench.
The boys peeled off into laughter, and Momoi gave a small giggle.
You smiled softly, tugging your sweatshirt off.
The boys were getting to practice, though Aomine was still watching you, watching you with those startling blue eyes.
"Are you going to practice or are you going to just stare at me like a creep?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Nah," he muttered, moving to head out the door, but you moved in front of him.
"Nope, you're here," you told him, throwing your arms out. "If you're here, you're practicing, even if that means you have to practice with me."
Aomine squinted at you, and you were 99% certain that he was going to try and shove you out of the way, but he sighed, heading back to work in drills with the other boys.
Momoi was watching you, eyes glinting in the way they did when she watching a game and her data was proved correct.
"Momoi-san," you said, "why are you looking at me like that?"
"It's just a hunch," she murmured, wandering off to watch Aomine play.
You frowned after her, wondering what the hell she was talking about, but you shook it off.
Those two were weirdos.
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2.
"So, (Y/L/N), what's your soulmark?" one of your friends asked, and you sighed.
"It's nothing all that impressive," you lied, flipping the page of the textbook you were skimming through.
"But what is it?" she persisted.
"A pain in my ass," you muttered, touching your shoulder lightly again.
"(Y/L/N)-kun," one of your classmates said, "one of the basketball boys is waiting for you outside."
"Thanks," you replied, gathering your stuff up.
You were a back-up manager for when Momoi was away watching other teams play.
You were surprised to find Aomine leaning up against the doorframe, practice clothes on.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey yourself. Are you actually going to practice again?" you asked, hauling your bag over your shoulder, wincing at the weight.
He made a small noise, which made you think that that was his version of a yes.
"Why don't you show off your mark?" Aomine asked.
"Why don't you?" you replied, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Soulmates are bullshit," he muttered. "I don't like being told what to do. I hate being told who to love even more."
"My soulmate doesn't want me," you admitted after a moment of walking, readjusting your bag on your shoulders. "No point in showing off something that symbolizes someone who hates that I even exist."
Aomine paused, running his eyes over you again, and you glanced back at him.
"What?"
He didn't answer, he just stood there watching you. He had been doing that a lot, and you were a little worried about it.
"Are you coming or what?" you asked, heading for the gym.
He followed behind you, eyes boring into your back.
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3.
"What's your soulmark?" Aomine asked.
You had gone to the roof to tell him to get his ass to practice. He had been coming more and more often, but he had been staring at you for most of it, despite urging from both you and Momoi to actually practice.
"Nothing important, not like you practicing," you deflected, standing in front of him with your arms crossed.
"Snippy," he quipped. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
"Perv," you muttered. "And I've already seen your mark."
"Yours is on your shoulders, right?" he asked. "You keep touching them whenever someone brings them up."
"Yeah, it's a pretty big one," you admitted, reaching to touch your shoulder absentmindedly before you registered that you were doing it. You dropped your hands to your sides again, frowning.
Despite the fact that you already knew your soulmate, and how he felt about the whole thing, the mark was still comforting to a degree.
Aomine was still watching you, he had been doing it a lot, though you weren't entirely sure why. Every time he did, it jump started your heart, making you wonder if he knew.
He made a small noise, then dragged himself to his feet.
"Gotta go to practice," he mumbled, bumping shoulders with you as he headed down to the gym.
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4.
Aomine started appearing more and more after that. He wasn't following you exactly, but it was almost like your schedules had overlapped.
Then you had gotten assigned to do a group project together.
"Nice place," he muttered when he walked through the door into your home.
"Thanks," you said, shutting the door. "I'm telling you this right now, Aomine, I am not doing this entire project by myself, and if I do end up doing it by myself, you are not getting your name put on this. Do you understand me?"
"Yes ma'am," he muttered. "Do you have any bread?"
"What?" you asked, then you remembered his weird carb obsession. "Uh, yeah, just . . . give me a minute," you said, setting your things down on the couch before you headed into the kitchen.
Snacks were something you could do.
You got him a drink too, and when you set a plate and a drink down in front of him, he glanced up at you appreciatively.
"Thanks," he said.
"No problem," you told him, sitting beside him on the couch.
"What are we doing the project on?" he asked.
"I have no idea," you muttered. "It would be easy to do a keynote or something, but there are going to be so many people doing that."
You pulled the project requirements out of your bag, your eyes flitting over it.
"What if we did like a . . . a soulmark examination?" you asked. "We were reading a book about how people think soulmarks mean something to the pair that share it instead of simply being an indicator, right? All we would have to do it take a picture of one of our soulmarks and make up some sort of metaphorical bullshit and make it look pretty when we present it."
"We should do yours," Aomine immediately suggested.
"Why mine?" you asked, panic starting to float into your veins.
"Because I want to know what it is," he replied, grinning at you.
"How about we do yours? You have your own fan club and I'm sure they'd be ecstatic to know what it is. Besides, yours is easier to do than mine," you told him.
"How so?"
"Mine is across my back," you informed him. "That means that I would have to take off my shirt and my bra for us to get a picture, and there are so many things that could go wrong with that. Besides, it's not like anyone in the class hasn't seen your back already, it's not new information."
"Fair enough," Aomine said. "But, when I get fakers pretending to be my soulmate, you have to be the one to fight them off."
"Deal," you said, holding your hand out to him.
He took it, shaking it firmly once, before he tugged his shirt over his head.
"Let's get this over with," he muttered, curling his shoulders forward so that you could get a clear picture of the black panther lounging across his shoulders like it was a tree branch.
You snapped a couple photos from different angles, and resisted the urge to touch it.
It was the same as yours, and you wondered vaguely if you had ever found your tattoo as beautiful as you found Aomine's.
"We good?" Aomine asked.
"Yeah, we're good," you croaked, then cleared your throat as he pulled his shirt over his head again.
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5.
Your project had gotten a great grade, and you were both proud of it, but now Aomine seemed to be hellbent on figuring out what your mark was.
"Just show me!" he'd whined.
He'd been up on the roof again, and you had been charged with getting him off the roof and down to practice.
"No, Aomine. Now get off your ass and get down to practice," you told him, arms crossed.
You had been in this position for the past couple of weeks, and it was almost routine now.
"I won't even be a dick about it," he had promised you, his eyes looking almost sincere as he pleaded with you. Almost.
Aomine, you had learned, had adopted you as a friend, in the last few weeks of being stuck around him.
You and Momoi had started walking to class together, and Aomine had started trailing behind like a lazy guard dog, much to the chagrin of Momoi's many suitors.
"He really likes you," Momoi said one morning.
"Oh yeah?" you asked, chuckling.
"He hasn't liked someone like this in a while," Momoi told you. "He's a long time basketball junkie, so seeing him take an interest in someone that doesn't have much of a connection to the game is a relief to me."
"Momoi, I thought we agreed that you wouldn't profile me," you told her, giving her a small smile.
"I can't help it," she whined, taking a hold of your arm. "You have to tell him (Y/F/N)!"
"Sorry Momoi-san, I can't do that," you replied. "He doesn't want that."
"How do you know if you won't tell him?" she asked, pouting.
"Momoi-san, he's made his stance on soulmates exceedingly clear, and he likes me now because he doesn't know. I want it to stay that way. I'd rather be a friend than anything else. Besides, he doesn't like me like that," you informed her.
"I've been friends with him since we were kids," she said, glancing at you with those eyes. "I think I know when he's interested in a girl."
You snorted, but your conversation tapered off when Aomine joined you again.
"Seriously, what the hell is your soulmark?" Aomine demanded. "I have asked literally everyone I can think of that might know. No one in this entire fucking school seems to know what it is."
"Sorry Aomine," you said, slipping into your classroom, throwing a grin over your shoulder at him. "A girl needs to keep her secrets, besides, you aren't the only one with a soulmark thing."
His growl resonated into the classroom and you chuckled lightly as you sat down at your desk.
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+1
Of course, the one time the teams tries to do some team bonding they chose to go to the fucking beach.
Of course, Aomine had also been the one to suggest the beach. The others thought it was because he wanted to see girls in bikini's, but he had glanced at you and winked.
He wanted to see what your mark was.
"I hate you," you snarled, cornering him, before he left for his house. "You scheming son of a bitch."
"Such vulgar words," he teased, giving you a dark look. "And I have no idea what I could've done to make you hate me, baby girl."
"You know exactly what you did," you growled, ignoring the pet name. "The whole beach thing was your idea."
He grinned, and you suddenly understood why your mark was a panther.
Something flashed through you, and your let your own grin show through.
"You want to play games Aomine-kun?" you teased, keeping eye contact with him. "Fine, then let's play."
"What do I get if I win?" he asked.
"You'll have to choose that for yourself, if you win," you told him, storming out of the doors.
When the day came to go to the beach, nothing was out of the ordinary, save that the boys had decided that one of them had to be with you and Momoi at all times.
"You guys don't need to babysit us," you chided when you climbed onto the bus. "We tend to stick together anyway, and pervs, unless they're in groups, tend to pick the girl that splits away from the pack. Momoi-san and I can stick together and reduce the risk. This is more for you guys than it is for us anyway."
"Yeah, we don't need a guard dog," Momoi agreed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I'll stay with them," Aomine offered, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and Momoi's, and you rolled your eyes.
"You just want to know what my soulmark is," you told him, glancing up at him.
"Wait," Sakurai murmured, "even Aomine doesn't know what your soulmark is?"
"Nope," you said, popping the 'p'. "He's been trying to figure it out for weeks now. That's why he suggested going to the beach."
"You clever son of a bitch," the captain said, and you shrugged.
"He and I have a small little wager going," you admitted, shrugging his arm off your shoulders. "If I can keep my soulmark hidden from him for the whole day today, he drops it."
"And if he wins?"
"She's being cryptic about that," Aomine said, and his eye twitched lightly.
"If he sees it, he can decide what he gets for winning," you told them. "He'll understand if he sees it."
And so the game began.
"Are you going swimming, (Y/F/N)?" Momoi asked you.
"Are you?" you asked her.
"No, I want to work on my tan," she admitted, waving a small bottle of tanning lotion.
"Then I'll stay with you. I have some reading I need to catch up on anyway. Besides, I want the sunscreen to sink in, I burn easily," you admitted, having applied it as soon as you got to the beach.
You were wearing a one-piece bathing suit (since it was harder for something to happen with one on), but you had thrown a thin white crop top on over it to cover your shoulders.
After Momoi asked you to get her back, you settled onto your towel, pulling your assigned literature book out of your bag, finding your page.
"Seriously, why don't you just show us what the damn thing is?" Aomine asked, settling down next to you forcefully.
"Because it's a part of my body, meaning I can show it off when I want, or cover it up when I want. Besides, I told you earlier, my soulmate doesn't want me," you said, flipping your page leisurely. "Don't need them hating me more than they already do without knowing my identity."
Aomine was clearly displeased, but it wasn't like he could argue with you about it, soulmarks were a very personal thing to some people.
"You're at the beach," he began a few minutes later, tone incredulous, "and you're reading a book. What is wrong with you?"
"A lot, which issue are you referring to?" you asked nonchalantly before he scowled at you. "I don't feel like going into the water," you told him, glaring at him over your sunglasses. "I have work to do, and this is a good time to catch up on it. Besides, shouldn't you be with the rest of the team? This was for you guys."
Aomine scowled, but stood up, heading for where the team was playing a game of beach volleyball. Or, they were attempting, none of them seemed to be having much luck with it.
"You know, not very many people can keep Dai-chan at bay as much as you're able to," Momoi said, making you snort.
"You just have to know how to deal with it. You can do it."
"But not for long, and not once he makes up his mind about something. You've kept him at bay for months, I've never been able to do that. My top score is a week."
"Does it bother you?" you asked quietly.
"No, not at all," she said, a little too quickly. "Okay, well, it bothers me a little. I've known him since we were kids, and you can handle him better than I can just after a few months, but I know why."
"Honestly Momoi, I don't think it's because we're soulmates, because he doesn't know. I think it's just I refuse to let him win at all."
"You two are definitely two of the most stubborn people I have ever met," she agreed, rolling over onto her stomach.
"I'm not sure whether that's a compliment or not," you muttered.
Momoi giggled and you smiled. It was nice, hanging out with her. It was nice to have a female friend.
"I'm a little peckish, do you want a pretzel or something from the concessions thing?" you asked, gesturing to the snack shack type thing that they had set up a few meters away.
"No, I'm all set, thank you though," she said.
"Alright, just thought I'd ask," you told her, standing up, wiping sand off your legs as you headed over with your wallet.
You dodged a pair of kids that looked like twins, who were trying to splash each other with water, and you laughed as one of them tackled the other.
"Idiot, you can't just wander off," Aomine chided as he sidled up next to you.
"I didn't," you pointed out. "I told Momoi where I was going."
Aomine frowned, glaring at a guy that stepped too close for his comfort.
"The point of this trip was so that the team could bond," you told him, "so that means that you should be over there with the team."
"You're a part of the team too right?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow at you.
"Technically, yes, but I'm talking about the part of the team that plays on the court. I just tend to make sure that your ass shows up."
You glanced at Aomine, who was frowning.
"Out with it," you demanded, glancing around as you walked to make sure neither of you bumped into anyone.
"Does your mark make you uncomfortable?" he asked, carefully choosing his words.
"No," you admitted. "It's comforting actually, but there's no point in showing it off. Besides, it makes my back really hot when I'm out in the sun. That makes me uncomfortable."
You placed your order, which consisted of a fruity drink on ice and a small snack that would hold you over until lunch.
"What have you eaten today?" he asked.
"Nothing. I had coffee this morning and then left the house. I don't normally eat breakfast," you told Aomine.
"How are you alive?"
"Have you taken health classes?"
"Not what I meant, asshole," he snapped. "You're gonna run yourself into the ground."
"Aomine, I'm fine," you assured him. "Besides, I'm drinking plenty of fluids."
He frowned, but he seemed to realize it was useless to argue with you about it.
"Go back to the team, Aomine, I'm fine," you told him, shoving him towards where the boys were sitting in the sand.
You tossed your snack wrapper in a garbage can that was placed strategically, glad for the little bit of food in your stomach.
But then the kids ran by again, and one of them got you instead of their brother.
"Sorry!" he called, darting away.
Normally you wouldn't have minded, the water felt nice against your skin, but you knew that your cover-up would start to be see through, and with the breeze blowing off the water, it was sticking to your back.
You sighed, slipping it over your head as you headed for your towel.
After drying your shoulders off, you set your shirt out to dry, then began rooting around in your bag for your backup, before remembering that you had forgotten to put it in your bag before you left.
"Fuck," you muttered, glancing at where Aomine and the other boys were chatting.
You supposed that it was fine for now, but you would have to be careful if they came back over.
"Momoi, please, for the sake of our friendship, you can't say anything to the boys about this," you said when she looked over and saw your back.
"Why are you so worried about him finding out?" she asked, carefully running a hand over your back, tracing the lines of the mark.
"Because, he might be a dick, but he's a friend, and I don't want to lose that friendship because of some dumb cosmic presence that decided we were meant for one another."
"Do you love him?" she inquired.
You licked your lips, then pursed them.
"Do you love him?" she repeated.
You waited for a few moments before you confessed, "I might. Whether it's love or a crush, I can't say for sure."
She sucked in a breath.
"What?" you asked.
"You know that he likes you back, right?" she asked quietly. "You know that it has nothing to do with the Mark. It's not like he's seen it and knows that you're the woman he's going to marry."
"He'll hate me if he finds out."
"No, he won't."
"I think he will."
"How long are you going to keep this from him?" she demanded. "He at least deserves to know that you're an option!"
"I'll wait until he's married if I have to," you snapped, making her rear back. "Satsuki, in the end, this is my choice to make, and I've made it. He can't know."
"It's his decision too," she reminded you. "This isn't a one way street!"
"Right now, it is," you snarled. Then you softened your tone. "If I'm ever put in a situation where he finds out, I will let him make his own decision, but right now, it's my decision, the ball is in my court so to speak, and this is the move I'm making."
"I think it's the wrong move," she whispered.
"Luckily, it's not your move to make," you replied. "I don't mean to be cruel, Satsuki. I want him to be happy. I just don't think that he'd be happy with . . . me."
"How are you so sure?" she demanded, looking close to tears. "How are you so sure that knowing you're his soulmate would make him miserable? Why can't you accept the possibility that maybe him knowing would make him love you even more?"
You remembered all the times he had raved to you about how soulmates were bullshit. You remembered every vehement denial that he wanted to know who his soulmate was. Every venomous word and the pure hatred in his eyes.
If he looked like that just because of the idea, how would he react to the real thing? Something physical he could take his anger out on?
You highly doubted that Aomine would ever physically hurt you, but the idea still sent a shiver up your spine, despite the warm weather.
"Call it a gut feeling," you murmured, wrapping your arms around yourself.
"I just want you both to be happy," she whispered.
"I can't speak for him," you told her, "but I'm content with the way things are right now."
"Content and happy aren't always the same thing," she argued.
Something in your eyes must've told her that you weren't in the mood, because she sighed, going back to her tanning.
You laid on your back, trying to think of ways to hide the mark, but it took up the entire expanse of your shoulder blades, there was no way to hide it unless it was completely covered with a shirt or you laid on it.
"Momoi-san, (Y/L/N)-san, do you wanna come play two truths and a lie with us?" Sakurai asked.
"Sure, I would love to," Momoi said.
"What about you?"
You paused, thinking it over, before you grabbed your shirt, throwing it over your head after beating most of the sand out of it, making sure that no one saw it.
It wouldn't do much, you didn't think, but it would make you feel better all the same.
"Okay," you murmured, wandering over to fit in the circle with the boys.
They had decided that the person to their right was going to have to guess which was the lie, and you despaired to find that Aomine was on your right.
"Since the girls have now decided to join, new score," the captain said and you winced.
"Ladies first," Aomine said, giving you one of those glances that made you want to kiss him and punch him at the same time.
You decided to find a good compromise and you pinched his arm, hard.
"Okay," you murmured, trying to think. "One: when I was six, I popped my elbow out of my socket throwing a tantrum. Two: I have more than five dresses in my closet. Three: my music selection has a disturbing amount of love songs."
The others started whispering amongst themselves, and Aomine squinted at you.
"Number two has to be the lie. I've seen your music selection, and you mentioned the arm injury when you first became the manager," Aomine declared confidently.
"Wrong," you told him, grinning. "I have six dresses in my closet. I wasn't throwing a tantrum when I popped my elbow out of my socket. I fell off the monkey bars at the park."
Aomine glowered at you, and you laughed.
"You're just shitty at paying attention."
The boys were surprisingly bad at this game, either that or you were just good at guessing when someone was lying.
"One: I hate cherry lip gloss. Two: I can play the guitar. Three: I've never had a celebrity crush."
"Every girl has a celebrity crush," Aomine muttered, but then glanced back at you, frowning. "I say one is the lie."
"Nope! I can't play the guitar. I was taking lessons until I was eleven but I can't remember any of it."
"Wow, despite how much time you guys spend together, you really don't know much about her, do you Aomine?"
"Shut up," he mumbled, cheeks flushing.
Momoi, who was situated on your left, seemed to be very concerned with how good you were at guessing hers.
"That's the sixth one in a row that you've guessed right!" Satsuki cried, and you laughed.
"Sorry Momoi-san, but you're just very transparent and I'm too competitive to lose."
Aomine hadn't managed to guess any of yours, and you could feel him simmering beside you.
"Alright, since Aomine sucks at this, and (Y/F/N) is simply too good, let's change it up a little."
Suddenly, they were all going against you.
"I take it back, we all suck at this," Imayoshi muttered a few rounds later when they had yet to get one right.
"Sorry guys, I'm just good at hiding things," you said. "Remember, I've been hiding my soulmark from you all since the beginning of the year."
"That's it!" Satsuki cried, pointing at you, making you jerk towards Aomine to get away from her. "If we can get one right, just one, then you have to show us your soulmark!"
You wanted to decline, you wanted to act your way out of it, you knew what would happen if you lost, but that glint in her eyes made you want to prove her wrong.
"Deal," you told her.
"Okay, think about your answers carefully," Aomine said.
"Shouldn't they be saying that to you?" you asked him as you thought of something to say.
After listening to the ocean for a moment, you said, "One: I sleep like a baby during thunderstorms. Two: snapping turtles scare me to death. Three: I have a college age reading level."
Everyone started deliberating, and you smiled, leaning back, soaking in the sun.
"We have an answer," Imayoshi said, and you cracked open an eye.
"Shoot," you told them, sitting up.
"It's number two," he said.
The blood drained from your face.
You knew that they had taken a wild guess, but you hadn't expected them to get it right.
You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and nodded, not trusting your voice.
You took another steadying breath as you stood up, brushing yourself off, trying to control the shaking in your hands that was slowly spreading up your arms.
You vaguely heard Imayoshi telling you that you didn't have to, that you had the right to say no.
You wanted to take the out he was giving you. You wanted to act your way out of it, you wanted to try and run, and you wanted to tell them that you backed out but . . . .
But you had been keeping this to yourself for a very long time. And you wanted to know sooner rather than later whether Satsuki was right or not. You wanted to know whether this was as terrible as your mind was making it out to be.
You got a firm grip on your shirt, and you were about to lift it off, but suddenly Aomine was in front of you, his hands covering yours as he stared you down.
His eyes were boring into yours, and his hands were firm, but gentle, in their grip.
He was telling you that you didn't have to, that as much as he pried, he wasn't going to let you feel pressured into doing this.
You stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before you shook your head, lips pressed together in a hard line.
"You deserve to know," you whispered, barely able to keep your voice from shaking.
Aomine nodded, slowly moving his hands, before he settled back down where he had been.
You took one last, steadying breath, turning your back to your team.
You tugged the shirt over your head, pulling the straps of your suit to the side so that they could see the expanse of the mark across your back.
Your entire team was silent as they realized what they were seeing.
"Holy shit," someone breathed, though you weren't sure who it was.
"I'm sorry," you whispered, though you weren't entirely sure who you were apologizing to.
Momoi was suddenly in front of you, pulling the straps of your bathing suit back up.
"(Y/F/N), you're shaking," she murmured.
"I know," you told her.
"He's gone," she informed you, and you collapsed into the sand, letting out a shaky breath you hadn't known you were holding.
"How pissed with me is he?" you asked her.
"I-I don't know," she confessed. "I've . . . I've never not been able to read him. He . . . he was completely blank. I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault," you murmured, staring at the sand in front of you. "I should have taken the out. I should have stayed home. I knew what he was trying to do. I knew that you wanted me to tell him. I knew how he would react. And a small, foolish part of me dared to hope that I was wrong. A small, naive, stupid, masochistic part of me believed that it wouldn't matter. I should know by now that I'm rarely wrong about this kind of thing."
"But I know him!" Satsuki said, looking close to tears. "I know how he looks at you! I see the little things! I don't why he . . . ."
"Don't worry about it Satsuki," you told her, standing up, turning to your team. "Sorry guys."
You headed for your spot, gathering up your things, making sure that you had everything that you had come with, just to give yourself something to focus on.
"Are you going to be okay?" Sakurai asked.
You saw that the whole team, save one member, was standing there in various states of shock, anger, and something akin to pity.
"I knew it would happen eventually," you murmured, then told them, "I'll survive. I'll be myself at practice on Monday, promise. Have a good rest of your weekend guys."
You dug your phone out of your pocket when you were far enough away from the team.
"Hello?"
"Taiga, hey, can you come pick me up?" you asked. "Something went down with Aomine."
"I'm on my way," he said. "Hold tight. Wait, where are you?"
You sent him your location, heading for the parking lot.
By the time Kagami actually found you, you were pretty sure you had cried yourself out.
You didn't remember crying, but Kagami had taken one look at you and wiped at your cheeks.
You had gone with Aomine when he had challenged Kagami at the street court, and you had stayed in touch with the red-head slowly becoming friends with each other.
He knew about your mark as well, though he had promised to keep it to himself. He hadn't told Kuroko either, which surprised you.
"What happened?" he demanded.
"He knows," you admitted, letting him wrap an arm around your shoulders. "He saw it."
As you explained what happened, Kagami got quieter and quieter, and when you glanced at his face, you were surprised to see a serious amount of anger on his face.
"Taiga?" you asked quietly.
"I'll murder him," Kagami growled. "He's such a fuckin'-!"
"You don't have to murder him," you told the red-head, who looked shocked at your response.
"But-!"
"No, I knew it was going to happen. I knew that I would lose him, I was just trying to hold on for a little longer. He hasn't done anything wrong," you said. "I guess that means that I don't have to hide it anymore."
"He's an idiot," Kagami declared.
"I already knew that though."
"Did he even explain himself to you?"
"No. But he doesn't need to. I already know that he doesn't want me. I knew when he started pawing around about my mark. I knew, but I didn't stop him. I led myself to this point."
"Stop taking responsibility for him being a dick!" Kagami snapped. "Do you realize how many people would kill to have you as a soulmate? Or to have one like you?"
"That's not the point!" you told him. "The point is that the one person I want to want me as a soulmate, doesn't. And there's nothing I can do to fix that! Because he seemed to like me just fine thinking I wasn't anything special to him, but the moment fate steps in, I'm fucked. So unless there's a way to pretend like this mark isn't a permanent reminder that the guy that's supposed to be perfect for me, hates my guts, then I guess this is my life now!"
"Kuroko is so much better at this than I am," Kagami muttered to himself. "Look, have you tried calling him?"
"He made it pretty clear that he wanted nothing to do with me."
"Try it anyway."
"I think I'm good. My heart's been broken enough today, thanks."
"Seriously, this is fucking insane," Kagami stressed, opening a door for you. "From what I've seen, your the one person he actually listens to and hears."
"Because he didn't know what I was! I took advantage of that, and now I'm paying the price for it. I should have just told him and dealt with the consequences when I didn't want him! Now it hurts that much more and I have to watch us go back to being strangers. Maybe I should just transfer."
"Um, (Y/F/N)," Kagami said, tapping your shoulder.
"No, I'm serious! Why torture the team with our angst when I can just move schools? There are plenty in the area. Maybe I could move to Seirin. My parents-"
"(Y/F/N)!" he hissed, turning your head to look at something.
"Fuck," you muttered, locking eyes with Aomine, who had his hands thrown up like he had been using them to make a point to Kuroko, who was glancing back and forth between the two of you.
Kagami dropped his hands from your face and you took the opportunity.
You turned and bolted from the Seirin gym.
You should have been paying attention. You should have made Kagami take you home, you should've asked where you were going before.
Multiple people shouted after you, but you ignored them.
You had to get away from him, you had to make sure that he didn't think you were trying to-
Do what?
You slowed down with a sudden realization. If your life had been a cartoon there would've been breaking sound effects and skid marks behind you.
Why should you care what he thought when you had walked into that gym? He didn't care anymore, not now that he knew what you were, why should you?
Fuck what he thought!
If he wanted to let you go, who gave a fuck what it seemed like? You were friends with Kagami, and by default, Kuroko.
How were you supposed to know that he would go to Kuroko after this sort of thing?
Was it really that weird, that wrong, for you to do what you had just done?
You took a deep breath, letting yourself relax. You were probably over thinking things yet again.
A street court caught your eye and you stared at it for a few moments before heading over.
Someone had left a ball there, whether from pure forgetfulness, or a trust in humanity that someone wouldn't take it.
You pushed on it, checking the air, before you dribbled it around.
You could have gotten on a team if you had wanted, but after middle school, you had had enough of the inter-team drama, and had decided to give it up. So you had managed the boys team to be close to the sport without having to deal with a lot of the drama.
You practiced with them sometimes, when Momoi was managing and you had nothing better to be doing.
You made a few lay-ups, a few foul shots, and moved onto half court shots, soaking in the sound of the ball falling through the net.
The heat of the day was soaking through your t-shirt, soaking into the mark, and you touched it lightly, wondering what you were going to do on Monday.
You had promised the team that you would be back to normal, but would you be able to fake being okay well enough to fool them? How much would it take to fool Aomine into thinking that you were okay?
"Why him?" you asked yourself, tilting your face up to the sun. "Why did it have to be him? It could have been literally anyone else, and you chose the one guy that would never be able to love me for what I am, for what we are."
A breeze rustled the trees around you and you breathed it in, moving to leave when you caught sight of him standing in the entrance of the court.
"Shit," you muttered, looking for another way out. There was no chance that he hadn't seen you, even Aomine wasn't that much of an idiot, but you were seriously considering climbing the fence to get away when he spoke.
"I'm sorry," he started.
"No, stop, I don't want your apology," you told him, wrapping your arms around yourself, not able to look at him. "You have nothing to apologize for. I knew when I made that damn deal that I was risking our friendship, I was just tired of having to hide the damn thing. You of all people realize how much of a pain in the ass it is to cover up. And now that I think about it, it's probably better that this happened now. I can't imagine how badly it would've been if I had gotten even closer to you.
"Besides, now you're free to make your own decision. Satsuki got what she wanted in the end. Go figure, I guess. Anyway, you don't have to worry about it. You won't have to worry about me doing anything now that you know. And I already told you that if you won you would get to decide what you got for winning. You won't have to deal with me after this, I promise. I'll disappear since that's what you want."
"So when you told me I got to choose, you were basically telling me that I could choose whether I wanted you or not?"
"Yeah, pretty much, and I shouldn't've. I already knew which one you were going to choose, I was just being naive."
"That's not how it works dumbass," Aomine said.
You screwed your eyes shut, turning your head away from him.
"I know," you whispered. "Why are you even here?"
"I was looking for you, obviously," he grumbled.
"Why? I already know that you don't want this, you made that abundantly clear with your stories and reactions to me at the beach. What are you trying to do here, Aomine?"
"Trying to tell you that I like you," he stated. "But you keep trying to push me away."
"Huh?" Your eyes flew open at the words, and you stared at him.
"Idiot," he murmured, walking over.
You backed up, trying to keep the distance but he backed you against the fence.
"Do you want me to be honest with you?" he asked softly.
You nodded, wondering what the hell he was doing.
"I might be in love with you, and not because you're my soulmate," he said, which made you cock your head in confusion.
"But . . . all that stuff you said about hating soulmates and not wanting to meet yours . . . ."
"I didn't think you were my soulmate moron," he murmured, reaching out to toy with your hair. "I'm okay with it being you. I'm grateful for it actually."
The look on your face must've said it all because he sighed.
"You should've told me sooner," he told you. "I want to go out with you. No secrets, no lies, no weird games where I'm trying to get you to take your clothes off."
"You had me until that last one," you muttered, taking the hand that was playing with your hair.
He laced your fingers together before you could take your hand away.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it," he told you, wrapping his other arm around your waist. "So what do you say? Go out with me?"
You watched his face as much as you could in the crappy lighting, waiting for any sign that he was joking, waiting for him to yell 'Psych!' and walk away.
But his arm stayed wrapped around your waist, and he seemed too busy watching you to question what was taking you so long.
"If I say yes, am I going to be the laughing stock of the school?" you asked.
"No, I may be a dick, but I'm not that mean," Aomine told you.
"Okay," you whispered. "Yeah, I'll go out with you."
The smile Aomine gave you could've lit the whole court.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"I hope you realize that Kagami and Tetsu think we're both crazy now," Aomine said.
"They already knew," you told him, wrapping an arm around his neck. "You have to be crazy to put up with the both of them."
Aomine snorted, nudging your forehead with his.
"I'm sorry that I ran from you," he said. "I shouldn't have done that."
You waited, sensing that he had more to say, he was just gathering his thoughts.
"I don't know what I was thinking," he muttered. "I just had to get away from my own stupidity I guess. I should have guessed that I was your soulmate. You were so on edge whenever I brought it up, but when someone else brought it up it was more like you were sick of the questions. I know you enough to know that if you reacted differently to me that it was because of me. I just . . . I acted on instinct."
"You don't have to explain anything to me Aomine," you told him, burying a hand in his hair. It was softer than you had thought it would be.
"No, you deserve an explanation. I am the whole reason you're even at Seirin."
"I was at Seirin because I wanted to talk to Kagami and that was where we ended up. We could have just as easily gone to his place or to mine."
"Tetsu's been trying for years to get me into the whole 'soulmate' thing, so he was the first person I thought of that could me explain what the fuck was going on. I wasn't upset that it was you, I was upset because you hid it from me and that you thought I was going to flip out about it. I mean, I did, but just not the way you expected."
"I figured you would yell at me, maybe push me around a little bit," you confessed. "I didn't think you were going to run like your ass was on fire to go talk to Kuroko."
"I wouldn't hurt you, for multiple reasons, the main one being I like you."
"I know, but the mind is a strange thing, and mine has a tendency to think worst case scenario first."
He hummed, and you saw the tension melt from his shoulders.
"Come on, let's get out of here," you told him. "Maybe you could go practice with Taiga and Kuroko."
"I want bread, we should go to a coffee shop or something," he suggested.
"Actually, yeah, that's a better idea," you agreed. "I really don't feel like explaining to Seirin what this whole thing was about. I'll call Taiga and explain, how about you call Momoi-san and tell her that everything's okay, 'cause she was really worried when I left."
"Yeah, I got it," he murmured, digging his phone out of his pocket, but he didn't unwrap his arm from around your waist.
"Hey, Taiga," you said when he picked up his phone.
"Where the hell are you, idiot?" Kagami asked.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you even more. Everything's fine now. Aomine kinda cornered me in a street ball court."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, we worked things out. You don't have to worry about it, I promise. We're gonna go to a coffee shop somewhere nearby. I'll call you when I get home so that you know that I got back safely."
"Alright, but if he starts being a dick again, just give me a call."
"I will, thanks for everything Taiga," you told him, ending the call.
It wasn't really explaining things, but you could always tell him about it later, which you were probably going to have to do.
"-fine, Satsuki," Aomine was saying, looking exasperated. "She wants to talk to you."
"Hi Momoi-san," you said when he handed you his phone.
"(Y/F/N)! Are you okay? Where are you?"
"Momoi-san, breathe," you ordered, laughing. "I'm fine. Aomine and I worked things out, I promise."
"Are you dating? Because if you aren't then that's not working things out!" she cried.
"Momoi-san, we worked things out," you assured her.
"So you're dating then?"
You pursed your lips and glanced at Aomine.
"You'll find out soon enough I suppose," you told her, hanging up before she could say anything else to you.
"I think she likes you more than she likes me," he said, and you could hear the repressed pout.
"Nah, you'll always be Dai-chan to her," you told him. "You're her best friend, I just happen to be someone she needs to like because of my affiliation with you."
"You make it sound like this is some sort of business thing," Aomine whined, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
"I'm not used to you liking me, Aomine, you're going to have to let me adjust to this. I have been deliberately avoiding the fact that I like you all year."
"Fair enough," he muttered. "But don't expect me to be all conservative about this."
"What's this?" you asked him.
"Us, the fact that you agreed to go out with me."
"I retain all rights to pretend like I don't know you if you get too dramatic," you warned him, which made him scoff, like he wasn't expecting you to go through with it.
"Bold of you to assume that I'm joking," you said, letting his arm slip off your shoulders and he paused.
"You can't be serious," he muttered.
You kept walking.
"(Y/F/N)? You aren't serious right?" he called after you, slight panic in his voice when you didn't turn around.
description: reader tries to get their stubborn boyfriend aomine to attend practice.
“You're such a dickhead.” You exhaled, observing Aomine’s lone, toned body which laid flushed against the pearly white-colored building, his navy blue hues concealed behind his eyelids, eyelashes resting bare against his cheeks. Letting out a soft chortle, the male twisted his body to face away from your own, back muscles contracting under the pressure, causing them to bulge through his uniform. You tantalizing licked your lips at the sight, eyes fluttering as you tried to once again refocus on the task at hand, that task being very hard to accomplish with the distraction of Aomine’s captivating aura.
“Ooo, you really hurt me with that one Princess.” The brawny man pushed out another deep chuckle from the depths of his abdomen, the sound rumbling within your own before dispersing, traveling throughout your veins causing your body to shiver with need. Ah yes, that feeling was rather familiar whenever you basked in the great Aomine Daiki’s presence. The male had a talent of evoking strong emotions of out you, said emotions often leaving you speechless, which he then took advantage of, utilizing it for his own personal gain. But this time you remained unyielding to the pressure beginning to build up in your core, desperately thrusting down the butterflies that were beginning to circulate.
“Shut the hell up Aomine, you were supposed to be at practice thirty minutes ago asshole.” You grumbled, the sound of your foot tapping impatiently against the cobblestone rooftop created a melody that drifted amongst the wind, along with the leaves, and the scent of lilacs which were planted down below.
“Yeah, I know.”
“So why the hell aren’t you down there with the rest of your teammates?” Aomine’s eyes lazily fluttered open, his pupils dark, almost condescending, as he peered at your plump lips which were now currently pulled downwards into a pout, your bottom lip slightly sticking out past the upper one. The male continued to stare at your figure, eyes dancing along the curves of your body, flickering downwards towards your thighs before once again settling on your face. “Hey, answer my question idiot!” You pivoted on the balls of your feet, swiftly advancing over towards Aomine’s relaxed frame, irritation beginning to bubble in your chest as you plopped down beside the male, face inching closer to his until there was but a sliver of leeway between you two.
Navy irises clashed with your own, both staring unwaveringly at one another, you could feel his breath tickling your bottom lip as you inched closer to him, space nothing but a memory in your mind. It wasn’t until Aomine huffed impatiently, reaching his elongated limb behind your head, that his lips met yours. That feeling of need that you were trying so desperately to suppress finally bursted out of its confinement, drowning your body with light bursts of electricity as you continued to move your lips against his own. He was intoxicating, his musk overwhelming your senses, teeth briefly clashing against one another before you broke apart, the burn in your chest dissipating once air began to fill your lungs once more.
Aomine caressed your flushed cheeks, smirking at your dazed state, eyes glazed over and lips bruised. “The only one who can beat me is me, don’t ever forget that.”
hihii !! saw that u write for knb and dkfndk just wanna say thank you and request a lil smth👉👈 if possible may i pls get sum hcs with aomine where his crush/gf (whichever is easier for you) is just as lazy as he is?? thank youwu and good luck with the blog~~( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
of course! thank you for sending an ask, i hope you like it.
aomine x lazy! s/o
power couple, really
skipping class to sleep on the rooftop? the date goals have been successfully updated!
he just really enjoys that you don’t want to go out with him every day and don’t enjoy those really long shopping trips Momoi put him through.
stay home, eating burgers and watching NBA? this is more his style, so he’s glad you are able to enjoy it.
also: sleeping in the weekends and getting up past noon.
