#ddemoniac

Δ = playing with their hair .

There’s two things about hanging out with Imayoshi thatAomine has learned over the course of the year.

Firstly, they’re boring. For someone who gives off thecreepiest vibes throughout the prefecture and possibly beyond that, Aomine wasmildly surprised to find their daily routine is fairly… normal? No, not normal.Human-like? Nah. Bland. At least whenever Aomine’s around. (And that’s a lotmore often than either of them probably realize.)

And maybe it’s just a front. Aomine never knows. But he doesknow that coming to Imayoshi for entertainment is rarely a viable option.

Secondly, when they want to be, they can be freakishly domestic. Like, make Aomine dinner then read a book afterwards while Aomine lays his head in their lap type of domestic. Aomine’s easy to please; Imayoshi is running their fingers through his hair in a manner that’s practically lulling him to sleep, and if he didn’t know any better (as debatable as that thought might be), he might say this is one of the reasons he keeps coming around.

♘ = stabbing them .

just so you know, your ‘rules’ in navigation is actually linked to your about as well!

22 -- lick a toilet seat

“I’m not fucking doing that,” he chanted over and over like a mantra for an hour, and yet, still found himself on his knees in the bathroom of Imayoshi’s apartment. staring deep into the pristine toilet bowl presented to him. Aomine was game for most things but this was taking it too goddamn far and they knew it. Still, he sat there, glancing up at the wire thin smile of the snake looming over.

Remind him to never mention he’s bored around Imayoshi again.

“I’m not fucking doing this,” he braced the seat, “I swear I’m not fucking doing this,” he leaned in, freezing at an inch distance from a seat to lip connection before... bleh. A millisecond flick of the tip of his tongue touched the edge of a cold porcelain seat, jolting upwards, knocking anything that stood in his way from the sink, rubbing his tongue on sandpaper if he had to. Nearly grabbing the bleach over mouthwash, Aomine gargled and scrubbed his mouth furiously, looking at Imayoshi through the mirror with red eyes of scorn.