Indolence 混蛋

Aomine Daiki Independent RP blog "Hesitation will determine whether you are a loser or a winner."  Lobsters lurking btw I don't cut my posts

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Daiki, are you alright? No one has been in contact with you for months now. Momoi-san says she rarely sees or talks to you anymore outside of the practices you rarely show your presence to. Talk to me if you need to. Don't just shut people out.

Lethargically cracking his head to the side, a loud yawn escaped from his lips. Before lunch break, Aomine had recieved a text message from his former shadow. Kuroko had enquired whether the ace would be at the court. Y’know, the one across Maji Burger, their usual place. And that was an hour and half ago—not that the sweaty session was particularly grinding however Aomine wouldn’t dismiss the fact that Kuroko’s distinctive play on the court appears to be improving more and more each time they play. Their style on the court had their dissimilarities but as a combination, they were unstoppable. They spent no time wrecking another group of highschool students. It had so happened that the opposing team was  interested in a short practice match. Kind of cheesy but time really flies when you’re having fun and soon the sun drowned into the deep horizon sky. It was getting dark. “You wanna go home now? It’s kind of late.”

“Daiki, are you alright? No one has been in contact with you for months now. Momoi-san says she rarely sees or talks to you anymore outside of the practices you rarely show your presence to. Talk to me if you need to. Don’t just shut people out.”

That was unexpected. Where did that come from? Confusion, apparent on his face, Aomine snorted, “ What? I don’t know what Satsuki told you but you guys ought to lighten up.”

“It’s not like you to get so overworked up.” An calloused hand reached out to messily ruffle into the shorter male’s hair, “Recently I’ve been reading you like an open book.”

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Aomine-kun, wanna okay to play some basketball? I'll be waiting by the usual court. Text me wether you are coming or not.

Contact: TetsuSubject: ??

“i’m omw. btw i’m stopping by the convience store on the way. do you want me to get you anything on the way there?”

Not bothering to wait for an response, the tanned ace placed down two popsicles onto the register counter.  

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Dim light, I'm still waiting on my fist bumps. You can't leave me until then.

Unsent// Contact: TetsuSubject: wao

Deeply stares at the phone screen.

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hentai workplace

Spreading her creamy thighs apart, turquoise orbs hungrily eyed his lover. Satsuki wasn’t an exhibitionist. At least, she hopes that’s not the case. Suffocated pleas voided from her parted lips as Kuroko continues to tease, “Tetsu-kun, d-don't…People…Mmn…will hear.” Currently their location was on top of the roof, tonight the both of them were ordered to be on support. Satsuki was assigned to be the sniper on the team. She enjoyed shooting from a range distance. And plus, it’s fun watching them freak when the opposing team cannot pin point where the shooting is coming from. Unfortunately, Satsuki never works when Kuroko was around. To be frank, the sniper can’t even recall the targets name herself, it’s difficult to think logically when Kuroko was around. She liked him so much. She’s pretty sure the shorter male viewed her as some easy grub—nothing that he would call “girlfriend material” But apparently the target was some man—figure of aurhority who took advantage of power. By all means, this does not imply that they were the good guys of course. KNS was an underground organisation who hired professional hitmens. Tonight would be another successful case. They were in an group of five and she had faith in a certain ex federal cop. Kuroko, their top hacker, began to stroke her now soaked underwear causing delicious friction, “Do you want me to stop then?” He huskily replied, simultaneously forcing a digit deep inside the other’s wetness, “Take a listen of those sounds that you’re making.” He emotionlessly states but there was a mischivious glint within his eyes, whilst adding another finger as the pumping ruthlessly speeded up. Little did they know that Kuroko’s radio waves were switched on halfway on accident during their little “session”.

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Securing the lock on the metal door behind,  a smirk graced upon his features, “I don’t want any trouble. I’m just here for inspection purposes. Really.” It’s no wonder the guy wouldn’t take Aomine’s word. Afterall, the tanned male was heavily equipped with weapons and he had overkill protective gear on. This was for security purposes and to cross out the possibility of having their identities being revealed. As he predatorily closed proximity between the morbidly obese security guard and the concreted wall, his steps echoed threateningly. He could sense growing fear that radiated off the other male’s demeanor from miles away. “I swear to God, if you dare take one more step, there will be consequences.” The security officer stutters helplessly as his eyes darted from side to side, “Please don’t hurt me I swear—” Reversing the gun from behind, Aomine swiftly knocked it into the man’s forehead. It was hard enough to have the poor fella pass out. Why did he not kill him? Sighs. To be honest, he’s on his third strike from that terrifying midget. Their intimidating captain’s voice resounded in his head. If he happens to disobey Akashi’s instructions again, who knows what will happen. “Leave the premises without any unnecessary bloodshed. Don’t leave evidence…you only need to assassinate one man.”

Urgent voice message from Kise: ”Aominecchi---Can I have a bit of backup over here? I’m having a problem.” “I’m coming.” He answered before hanging up. As he looked onto his device that showed each individual member’s location, he pressed the radio once; glaring at the blue and pink icons, “Oi Tetsu, have you no shame? Get a fucking room. This is the third time.”                       _______________________________________________________ Sweat sliding down his jaw line, Kise’s damaged throat soon became constricted from the toxic fumes that he couldn't help but inhale. Kise normally was the type who took caution when it came to entering an unknown territory but he didn’t expect a trap inside an harmless laboratory that only stored cargo boxes, "Aominecchi…There’s gas…wear something that would prevent you from inhaling the stuff." Gasping into the mini headset that was located above his ear, the blonde violently hyperventilated. Man, I home I get some assistance soon..  With the deadly combination of poisonous smoke and fumes clustered together in such a closeted space, the gas wasted no time consuming his sanity.  It rapidly burned his weakening lungs, turning his vision into an disorientated blur. Suddenly, the concept of suffocation was comforting.  Besides Aominecchi...This team is useless. I sure do envy Momoiichi though... Those was his last words in his mind before passing out. He didn’t feel the familiar sense of strong arms encircling his waist, pulling him out to safety. 

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the thug sick lyf

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satsuki: As she gratefully accepted the cup of water, Satsuki hastily chugged down the contents. There was mild discomfort within her throat, but hey, that’s what she gets for attempting to swallow pills without water. With an overly cheerful smile, the data collector simply giggled, “I just had them.” What a horrible miscalculation on her behalf. Prior to her “unexpected” poorly made decision, she had forgotten to read the bolded instructions that was written underneath the small packaging. She was only seeking for some sort of relief—even if it was just temporary. It was so unlike of her cautious demeanor. To childishly act on her emotions without thinking. On the brighter side, the throbbing headache that harshly persisted moments before was slowly fading away. Leaning her chin on the bottom of her palm, she thought as she pointed a finger to her flushed cheeks, “I think there was around four tablets? I don’t know.” Jeez. Sometimes he can be so overprotective, not that it overwhelmed her in any way. “Dai-chan~I’m an human burrito. A Japanese tasty human burrito.” Rolling herself in a sausage cocoon, rosey hues innocently stared up at the tanned basketball player, ”Come and sit with me. It feels weird having you stand there. We’re not even on eye level.” As she peers over Aomine’s shoulder, she suddenly notices an battered basketball sitting idly on his computer desk. It’s so Aomine to have things like that around his flat. Her vision failing into a fuzzy blur, Satsuki nuzzles into Aomine’s shoulder and soon caved into exhaustion, “Thanks for being with me.” Yawns, ”It’s really warm where you are.”

No point in crying over spilt milk. As the power forward rubbed his temples in circular motions, his low baritone groaned out, "How much did you take?"  “I think there was around four tablets? I don’t know.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, the tanned ace sharply inhaled. Luckily, he thinks there was only four tablets left. And if his memory was correct, drowsiness was a major side effect. Say the predicament took a more urgent issue, Satsuki would only be a bit high. The medicine wasn’t anything that he would consider “strong”. He could of percieved the whole situation as something to joke about in the future but he felt rigid. No sudden movements were made while he watched an odd scene unveil before his very eyes. “Dai-chan~I’m an human burrito. A japanese tasty human burrito.” “Yeah you’re some burrito alright.” He chooses to humour her, “Now if you’re a good burrito, you’ll stay put.” He had an wet cloth in his hands. Google search results had informed him that keeping the patient cool would help lowering the fever. As long she doesn’t get smothered from the excess heat, he supposes she can keep on continuing on being the human burrito. “Thanks for being with me…It’s really warm where you are.” “Yeah?” Rolling up the towel, the basketball player places it on her forehead,"If anything you should cool down. No one wants an overheated burrito.”  When no response came, he curiously tilted his face in the direction of the analyst. Where are the usual quirky retorts? “Satsuki?” Hooded navy orbs attentively observed the analyst’s unconscious state. Her slow, now evened breathing. When he shifted into a more comfortable position, he exhaled quietly. Goddamn, she hasn’t ate. There was a soft sweet scent that lingered from her hair. With steady arms, the ace effortlessly carried her into his bedroom.  Guess I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight.

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the thug sick lyf

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satsuki Snuggling deeper into the sofa, the analyst stretched her slender legs across the seat. There toes were almost touching. Coral hues gazed upon the basketball player, her eyelids dropped slightly. Wow… I honestly can’t tell whether he’s immersed or not. She finds herself wondering whether it was okay staying over so late. Wait. She was going to stay over tonight, right? Not that it was an regular occurence  to be under the same roof as Aomine but it’s been kind of long since they were together like this. This leaded her to think…what do girls even do during sleepovers? Eh, regardless, the subject wasn’t that of an importance, not like she had close female friends, so she wouldn’t of known anyways. Satsuki just solemnly prays that when she wakes up, her neck doesn’t end up in some awkward position. It’s different, not sleeping on her own bed but she isn’t that spoiled to cause a fuss. Soon enough, Satsuki uneasily drifts in and out of sleep. God, she must of choked in her sleep because suddenly, a frenzy of coughs ensued. Her little body trembling from the intensity, she squinted an eye open “I’m good. Just a cough here and there.”  Momentarily catching his worried look and stiff stance leaning towards her, she tries to misdirect his concern somewhere else, “I think I’m slowly getting an headache. It hurts near my temples.” She mumbled before fidgeting to herself, “…Can you get me painkillers?”

Leaning forwards, his lips tugged downwards, “Just admit to it. You’re obviously not feeling well.” As calloused fingers raked back into his short tresses, Aomine placed an hand on her forehead. It was gradually heating up, “And don’t be such an idiot. You don’t have to keep up a strong facade. I mean, it’s just me here y’know?” He immediately whipped his head back to the direction of the TV and leaned back carelessly onto the spacious sofa. Sighs. No doubt the dark ace was slightly annoyed with himself for not being able to keep his facial features composed. To have Satsuki witnessing him unfold these unwanted emotions was simply death. Upon hearing her meek protest, the dark ace sat up, “An headache? I think there’s some medicine across the table there. I’ll just grab you some water."  Rummaging through the fridge, Aomine grimly realised there was no more food left. Consuming medicine without a proper meal sounded kind of poverty. There’s no way he’d cook and Aomine wanted to avoid any further reperucssions that may happen. The idea of causing destructive mayhem within Satsuki’s sensitive stomach may lead more complications in her current fragile state, too. “ Can you get me painkillers?” Quickly turning off the tap, the power forward briskly walked back into the hallway which leaded him into the spacious living room, “I said they’re on the table!” He called back impatiently. Women. “Here. Drink this it’ll---What did you do to the tablets??” His face unnaturally paled and his navy orbs were wide, absolutely fearing her answer. 

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the thug sick lyf

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satsuki After the analyst coughed up the last of her meal, Satsuki fell slack backwards into Aomine. Surprisngly enough, she didn’t expect the ace to be in such close proximity for her. As his calloused hands tucked small locks behind her ear, she almost falls asleep to his touch. “Are you ready to K.O?”  Hearing his husky low tone, it was some kind of comfort as she nodded lazily against his chest. It’s kind of weird how sometimes she forgets how much they’ve grown. As Aomine easily scooped her up bridal style, he waddled/carried her out the bathroom and into the living room where her makeshift sofa-bed was made. Her thick lashes flutters open as she listens to him puttering around the area grabbing neccesities. “Can we watch something?” She breathes out. Feeling a little relieved, perhaps getting it out of her system was a good cause. Her hand reaching for the remote, delicate fingers switched the TV on—-immediately to the soap opera channel. To be honest, she was determined to sleep outside just to cater to her addiction and he had cable so why not? Jenny, you know how much I love you! Please just give one more chance!  But–who was Stephanie then??!! The speaker’s quality was great but… She made a face before slightly huffing out, “Mmhm…I’ve already seen this episode.”

How uncharacteristic of him. Well, being gentle isn’t exactly his number one trait. As the basketball player cautiously places her down onto the sofa, the tanned ace wraps her up in a thick warm blanket. “Can we watch something?” For a second there, Aomine contemplated whether he should force Satsuki to hit the hay early rather than letting her watch some weird ass love triangle drama.  "Mmm." She groaned. Raising an eyebrow to his childhood friend, the power forward squatted towards her, turning the volume down before asking quickly… a little too quickly, "What's wrong?" Not that the dark ace would go around blatantly declaring his feelings boisterously, however, he wasn’t going to deny the fact that he was a...little worried.  Before questioning anything further, Satsuki petulantly pouted, "…I’ve already seen this episode." She whined. “Really?” He rolled his eyes and retorted back "Keep complaining and I'll switch to the mining industries channel. " Oddly enough, they fell into an peaceful and comfortable silence. From his peripheral vision, sapphire orbs lurked over to her direction every now and then. And, he made sure to seem thoroughly interested in the soap opera painfully showing before his very eyes. 

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the thug sick lyf

Furrowing his eyebrows inwards, the tanned basketball player held onto the other’s fragile state from behind. His nose wrinkled in displease as he watches Satsuki’s body shaking violently. She had vomited the remnants of what she had eaten a few hours ago it appears. With a heavy sigh, Aomine held the analyst’s hair back as he watched her face contort into a mixture of pain and extreme fatigue, “Jesus Christ, Satsuki.” He lowly murmured, pulling a few fallen strands from her face. It was pitch black outside, and like he had promised her, she was in the safety of his apartment. After having realized that her heating system back at home was turned off, Aomine wasn’t that of a dick to leave his childhood friend with no source of warmth. Maybe rational decisions were made a couple few hours ago because it was only just now that the tanned ace kind of regretted taking her back home. Despite hearing the doctors pleas, Aomine still chose to take her back with him. Whether the ace cared or not, he began to comprehend the ordeal of what she was going through. And, not that the power forward lacked sympathy, he simply had no idea what to make of it, and most importantly, he wasn't sure if he could take on the responsibility of taking care of her, “Are you ready to K.O now?”

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@acedaiki That moment, when your ace shows up after months of absence (and drags you back along as well), and the first he does is resorting to primitive and not funny jokes newly. iseethatgrossicondeleteitthisinstantyoubuffoon

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well well well. look at what we have here and no this won’t be the last time you’ll be seeing the icon 

kirill the fried tempura

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acedaiki:

Leaning his back against the abrasive walls outside of his apartment, the power forward stared at the concreted surface below him. Preparing for the foreseeable hostile phrases being thrown at him, he grinned smugly. What a great way to announce his presence without adding more than unnecessary. After all, the tanned ace clearly remembered last year’s memories. Simply it was three words that caused complete chaos between them. Seaweed flavoured chocolate. Good old times. Remaining uncommunicative, the tanned ace made no abrupt verbal movements. Instead, slender dark fingers moved forwards, offering his former captain a gift. It was a small package of seaweed chocolate. Yep. His smirk widened at Akashi’s facial expression. Before he could stick around and witness further, the power forward turned around and strolled off. “I’ll come pick you up at seven? But it’s entirely up to you.” Disguised carefully, inside the supposedly seaweed flavoured chocolate box held a booking letter. Aomine had already booked reservations for a secluded restaurant. It looked traditional and shit. Thought it looked kinda nice. Akashi had the choice to either use that booking to dine in with someone else of his choice or to go with Aomine. He could care less what decision the redhead chose. Aomine was killing time and he thought, he’d make up for lost time. Not that— well, hopefully, nothing has changed between them. He has heard of boisterous reviews and how much he raved about the mapo tofu. Somewhere secluded and private sounded like it suited the midget’s preferences as well. Unreadable cobalt orbs stared at the ground in keenness, imagining how he’d have to forbear the others rage to subside later. And for once, the dark ace wasn’t even going to try and defend himself.

             The more time passed without even insignificant contact with each other, the more flamboyant their reunion happened to be every time. Frequently it just spoiled another holiday with new verbal fight, that included high intelligent insults from the redhead and mockery from the taller male’s side. The reminiscences of the previous year event still stuck to his mind, without even slight attempt to disappear, as only one person could think of presenting chocolate with the abhorrent to him flavour. And something within him at that moment also whispered warningly, as that year wouldn’t be an exception as well; nevertheless, how things would turn and what could possibly occur he could never depicture—

             In an instant his gaze fell upon the box he was given, Akashi unclenched his fingers and with dull sound the object fell down; piercing heterochromatic stare was directed up at the other, as he stood whist, yet eloquent look with threatening dark shadow across his features were enough for the another to satisfy his need in ridicule. Just like in old times. Nothing had changed. However he wasn’t capable to state, if it was a good sign or not, in the end repulsive manners of his ace remained as well, what could’t not to beget more displeasure in him. Spoken words transformed his discontented expression into questioning and even inquisitive, as causes for the second meeting in one day weren’t comprehensible for him. Only his wit and suspicion toward the other’s actions forced him to transfer his attention from parting man to the box, that lay on the ground; squinted and sharp glance detected papers or tickets (??), that seemed to slide out, when the box was dropped. Without a trice of hesitance he took all objects in his hands and proceeded to inspect catching material, or more to say invitation, it contained.

             An utterly distinct chuckle escaped through parted lips, after dual-colored hues ceased to draw his attentive regard over the reservation booklet. It was unforeseen, to say the least, especially coming from the tanned teen, yet he couldn’t disguise own amusement and mayhap anticipation toward the ‘main part’ of Aomine’s present. He wasn’t known for courteous behavior, more for lack of manners and decent conduct, thus to partake in whatever the other had on mind had to be fascinating. His hand grabbed the phone to type decision regarding found tickets and upcoming attendance, whilst thin line of lips was still stretched into ambiguous smile.

[Text to] Aomine Daiki [Subject] I’m amazed. [Text] I accept your offer. [Text] Curious to see what will you try to feed me else.

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Cobalt hues fixated on the dimly lighted screen.  Honestly, Aomine never payed attention to annual holiday events. He guesses that today is supposedly going to be as flamboyant as possible. It sounds complicated and the ace grimaces with the idea of extravagance.  As agile fingers swiped away the message notifications, a dark calloused hand raked through the back of his head. He wonders if Akashi would mind the location choice. Then again, the power forward doesn’t exactly comprehend Akashi’s complex mind, let alone his selective tastebuds. Well, it’ve could been worse, Aomine could of suggested Maji Burger for simple fries but surely Akashi would of rejected the offer. 

Later that night, they sat across each other in the corner of the restaurant. The interior design of the sofa seats were an warm cream colour. Was comfortable to sit on too. Aomine hands an menu to the shorter male before skimming the menu choices. Surprisingly enough, there wasn’t much of a crowd.  Shortly afterwards a waitress soon appeared, “Welcome! May I take your orders?” She beamed brightly.   Without prying his stare away from the menu, the tanned ace pointed out, “I’ll just have this, this and that one.”  As he shuts the menu, Aomine then looks up to only see a set of heterochromatic orbs scanning the menu thoughtfully.  They’ve bickered plenty on how they’ll never go to an sushi bar or go out to eat in general due to their own picky tastes in food.

An eyebrow raises involuntarily, when he realised he had compromised unknowingly. “So. What do you think? I don’t really know if you’re into these kind of places but I’ve heard good things about the food.” He’s never been here either. When the waitress returns, she smiles and begins to set their plates filled with mouthwatering food in front of them. An halfhearted chuckle emitted from his parted lips before he lifts up his chopsticks, “Mmhm. I suppose things have been going busy for you?” Eyebrows furrowing inwards, the tanned ace picked up the succulent sliced beef and places it in his mouth, “Or has it been more on the quiet side?”  For some reason he feels refreshed. “Oh and uh, they fit me well. Thanks ---They’re pretty cool.” He can’t help but admire the new pair of Air Jordans he was gifted with. There was an unusual however peaceful silence between them and Aomine couldn’t help but appreciated the secluded atmosphere in the restaurant. 

yeeeeeee, aight son. i’ll have sum of that shrimp dish. serving allll da akashi tempuras on the table 2n8 

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Picks up the phone and calls the aho. Ring Ring Ring. Sorry can't get to the phone right now. Probably not close to the phone or I'm too lazy to care right. Leave a message and I might get back to you. BEEP. "Daiki-kun needs to stop being lazy. He slowly becoming more of a dimmer light the lazier he gets. I'm still waiting on that fist bump. Call me when you stop growing dimmer. Bye." Kuroko hangs up. Probably one of the few messages he will leave until the Aho calls back.

Raising a dark forearm towards his temple, Aomine wiped away another trickle of sweat. God, today it felt like the sun was giving out wrath. He sighs as the smothering heat begins to gather underneath the collar of his shirt. Beside him was his former shadow. The two of them somberly walks towards the nearest Maji Burger, seeking for cool relief. Maybe a good burger and a frozen drink would relieve them underneath the blistering sun. Daiki-kun needs to stop being lazy. A ringing voice calls out to him and immediately cobalt hues locks onto the phantom sixth man next to him. What kind of ridiculous voice message was that?  Sometimes it’s difficult reading Tetsu due to that straight pokerface of his. Steadily cupping his former shadow’s cheeks together, a grunt escaped from his parched lips, “Who told you I’ve been slacking?” 

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Yessss, definitely! I'll be looking forward to interacting with you~ （*´▽｀*）

msg me hotstud if you wanna plot wink wink

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Hesitantly reaching out, dainty fingers softly tugged the Ace's shirt, "Hey, Dai-chan, did you remember to write down what we had for Chem homework?" She knew more than anyone that he didn't bother about practice so why would he care about education? Still, she asked anyways. They'd usually walk together along with idle chatter but today was a different case. Things have been awfully quiet and she wondered if things were alright, "Is...everything okay?"

Slowly rotating his neck in a circular motion, the dark ace responded back with a slight hum. Well, he should of acknolwedged his childhood friend with something. Something more vocally direct but his rampaging thoughts didn’t intend on letting him go.  His shoulders straightened subconsciously, thinking about any opportunities that would steer away from this conversation.

“Is everything okay?”

What’s okay? What is she trying to imply? Nothing is wrong because honestly nothing mattered anymore. Nothing ever came close to ‘significance’ anyways. Restraining himself to keep his cool composure, he defiantly mustered all of his facial expression to not give away anything.  It wasn’t hard.  As the tanned basketball player remained silent, his intestines and organs twisted into an destructive mayhem. So many excuses and yet words were not enough. They were too inexpressive. Words are meaningless unless you actually carry them out. It’s too late though.  Then it came to him…Why the fuck was he overthinking about something so irrelvant yet again?

“M’ fine.”

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Come back, my dim light.

Shifting from his stomach to rest on his back; the power forward changed positions lethargically. His hooded lids, intensely admiring the well endowed model in front of him. “You almost sound as if you miss me there. What’s up with you all of a sudden?” He murmurs quietly, an index and thumb pinches the corner of the magazine. 

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          It appeared to be more unsettling, than he anticipated, taking into consideration the cause of their last meetings to be exclusively only holidays. That day was an exception as well, and the redhead found himself more agitated, than he was supposed to be; however knowing the temper of the Touou’s ace, he presumed it’d be taken more of a jester tactics, than a gesture displaying missing of the old days. Thin hands kept a hold on two small boxes, one was wrapped in red and another one in white with a blue ribbon, tying it together. He awaited until the other male would open the door to present him small and sweet things, as well vocalizing the reason of his attendance. ”—Save all your comments to yourself, as it’s just a mere courtesy, even if you don’t deserve it.” Heterochromatic optics went up and squinted gaze behold the tanned features, while he left the package in the other’s hands, where later petit and eatable basketballs along with shoes could be found. He considered that would be a fitting sort of chocolate, even if he didn’t know, if Aomine even did eat that sort of stuff. Few moments later was added expected phrase for that day. ”—Happy St. Valentines Day, Daiki. Though I can’t imagine you having a Valentine.”

Remaining silent, cobalt orbs dilated in surprise. Within his former captain’’s grasp, there was an prominent gift sitting firmly in pale hands. Their past encounters mainly consisted of bickering over dumb shit to harmless teasing jabs. It appears that they have this—-thing?  This thing where they’’ve  been deliberately running to each other on public holidays.  ”—”Save all your comments to yourself, as it’s just a mere courtesy, even if you don’t deserve it.””

Despite hearing such disdain from the redhead, his lips tugged upwards. There was no denial that he heard the familiar taunting voice in Akashi’’s undertone. Him? Not deserving gifts? If anything why wouldn’t he deserve it? “Oh?“ the ace pauses in his steps before smirking, ““Nah. Nothing like that at all Akashi. No comments from me today. But it’’s more of that I’m stupefied that you still have the time to give me something that’’s nice despite the last time we exchanged gifts.”” Two words. Seaweed chocolate. Man, that was awfully kind of him. Aomine bit down his tongue to resist taunting before he casually handed his badly wrapped gift to the other. “”Here. Take this. It looks more comfortable than it appears.”” Surely the redhead struggled sitting upright when he goes horseriding. Does he? He has no clue. Now this goes without saying that the tanned basketball player isn’t  insulting Akashi’s height. Their height difference was obviously adamant, however, the power forward wasn’t going to intentionally jab at the shorter male for an physical feature that wasn’t going to change. Any time. Or at all actually.

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aoki being dorks is important x

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He is a man with the golden clutch, with incredible hands of sexual touch; inviting other men to enter his kingdom, finding candour in his whoredom. This sexual adventure can be done with ease, it can also condemn you to a sexual disease............... [have your fricking AoAka stripper!AU]

Melancholic shades of deep apricot and sweet peach blossomed throughout the sky. It was ten minutes away till the sun subsided into the west. Darkness will soon loom over every inch of the city and hidden identities of professional business men will divulge into lewd, indecent monsters. Though he supposes that was the red light district. Leaning his back against the abrasive walls outside of the club premises, the tanned male stared at the concreted surface below him. He leisurely inhaled in dangerous fumes, wanting to feel the highness of euphoria. When he notices a familiar provocative redhead,  he whistled reflexively, “Working late again, Shrimp?” His laughter bounced off the marble hallways as he followed the other promptly. So alluring and captivating…What a tease though, ignoring him like that. No doubt, Akashi was probably pissed from his sleazy greeting, but Aomine made no physical movements to reconcile with the other, for he had no intention to apologise. Aromas of intoxicating alcohol wafted into the air, indicating that the area was tainted. In an environment such as this one…There will be no mercy once he gets the redhead all to himself, “I’ll pay you a visit later.”