૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა sukuna caught his son yelling at his wife in an argument.
art by @/f_tality0 on ig.
The house is supposed to be asleep.
Lights are already off, except for the thin strip of light coming out of your son's bedroom.
It's probably past midnight now, you stopped checking the clock after the fourth time you woke up.
You stand there for a moment, listening. There's no music, no talking. Just a faint, restless sound of a pencil scratching.
You knock gently before peeking your head inside. The first thing that you see is not your son sleeping, but chaos.
Papers everywhere. A textbook lies forgotten on the bed. The desk lamp burns to bright, casting harsh shadow across the laptop.
Your son sits hunched on the chair, shoulders tight, eyes red-rimmed from hours staring at the laptop screen.
"Go to sleep," you say gently. "You can finish it in the morning."
His pencil snaps. Slowly, he lifts his head. You can see dark circles under his eyes. "I can't." he replies, voice hoarse.
You step further into the room, careful not to step the papers underfoot.
"Everyone needs sleeps, sweetie."
"Not everyone has three assignments due tomorrow and a presentation."
Your chest tightens. "Why didn't you tell me you had this much work? i could've helped—"
His chair scrapes back so suddenly that it startles you. "Stop saying that." The words come out sharp.
You blink. "Saying what?"
"That you could help. You can't."
He lets out a shaky breath before he continues. "You can't make the deadlines move, you can't do the work for me, you can't—" he cuts himself, pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead. "I can't even think straight anymore."
You swallow past the tightness in your throat, trying to keep your voice gentle.
"Okay.. okay. We don't have to solve everything right now. How about you take a break—"
"God, can you stop?!" He interrupts, voice sharp and loud that it echoes.
Your heart stutters. He cuts you off again before you can even open your mouth.
"You keep saying take a break! Take a rest! Drink this, eat that! You keep acting like it's a magic solution, like it's gonna help!" His voice rises more and more with each word. cracking at the edges as frustration takes over.
"It won't, mom. I don't have time to sit around and 'rest' or whatever! Stuff is due whether im tired or not!"
You try to keep your tone calm, which is getting really hard every passing second. "I just don't want you to be sick."
"I'M ALREADY SICK OF THIS!" The shout tears out of him, uncontrolled.
"Every time i finish one thing there's always something that's waiting! And you standing there, repeating the same thing over and over isn't helping!"
The room falls silent.
"You don't get it," he says, voice still loud but a little shaky.
"What part did she not get it?"
The voice is low and intimidating.
You didn't hear footsteps coming, or even the door opening. It was just the two of you before, now there's a tall figure in the doorway.
Sukuna's face is unreadable. His brows creased, but he doesn't look particulary angry.
But your son doesn't shrink. His chin lifting, jaw locked tight, adrenaline still burning in his veins.
"Everything," he shoots back. "She doesn't know what it's like to be constantly expected to keep going no matter how exhausted you are."
"Doesn't get it, huh?" Sukuna ask, finally stepping inside the room.
"Yeah, keep telling me to rest, to do this and do that, i don't need it!"
"So, yelling at her makes it better?"
"I'm stressed, okay? I am trying to calm down, but its hard when the person i'm talking to doesn't get what im going through!"
Sukuna steps closer, every movement intimidating. The room feels smaller with each steps.
"You really think," Sukuna crosses his arms. "She doesn't get it?"
before your son can even shoot back, he continues.
"She's lived way longer than you, do you think she's never experienced it?"
He stares deeply at your son, scoffing immediately.
"You think her life has been easy? That everything she's gone through was effortless? Do you really believe that just because she looks... what, calm, like she's handling everything without breaking, she hasn't felt the weight you feel?"
Your son's jaw tightens, chest heaving. "I'm not saying that she didn't go through this stuff!"
"Then stop acting like she doesn't know. You're frustated, i get that. I've been there too. But taking it out on her? treating her care as an annoyance? It doesn't prove how hard you're trying. You let your own struggles control you."
Your son's fists clench harder, jaw still locked tight. "I just can't deal with all of this at once."
Sukuna doesn't raise his voice. He leans in just slightly, gaze pinning him in place.
"You can deal with it. But you do not drag her into it just because you can't handle your own burden. You can be overwhelmed, frustrated, hell—you can be angry, but you're not using her as your punching bag."
Your son exhales sharply, still heated, but there's a flicker of regret in his eyes. He glances at you, and for a moment, his anger wavers.
"She cares about you," Sukuna continues. "You want to be angry? Fine. Take it out on your work or something, but don't ever raise your voice at her ever again. Got it?"
Your son swallows hard, tension slipping off slightly from his shoulder. His gaze flickers between you and Sukuna, guilt starting to creep in.
"I got it," he mutters, his voice still tight, but quieter now. "I'm sorry, mom."
His gaze finally settles on you, and the heat in his eyes softens. "I didn't mean to yell at you. I just.. i didn't know how else to deal with everything."
You smile at him as you step forward, voice gentle but firm. "I know, but next time, talk to me, okay? I'm always here to help."
Your son nods, chest still heaving slightly but he's calming down.
"Yeah," he mutters, "I'll try."
Sukuna slips an arm around your shoulder, guiding you toward the door. "Come on, let's get you out of here."
You lean slightly into his side, the tension in your shoulder easing as you step into the hallway. Behind you, there's a soft click of the door closing.
You exhale slowly, letting yourself leaning fully into his body. "Thank you," you whisper.
He tilts his head, eyes scanning you. One of his hand is on your back, keeping you steady.
"Don't think too much about what he said," he reassures. "You don't have to carry his problem too."
You nod as you both step back into your bedroom. He sits you down on the bed, his hand hovering over yours in your lap. He looks up at you with those soft eyes, just for you.
"You're okay," It sounds more like a statement than a question. "No one's gonna yell at you here. Not him, not anyone."
You sigh, smiling at him. "I needed this," you admit. "And maybe some sleep."
He lets out a low hum of agreement. "You're right, it's past midnight."
With that, he settles on the bed beside you, draping the blanket over your shoulders so it rest comfortably against your chest.
"There," he murmurs softly. "Better?"
You nod, closing your eyes. "Mhm, much better," You whisper.
He hums quietly, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.
getting hit with a body swap quirk and waking up in katsuki’s body and him in yours and after the initial shock and confusion, all you can think about is how you’re gonna fuck him.
“i’m gonna make you cum so much.”
katsuki doesn’t know if it’s a threat or a promise as you eagerly take his (your) hand to pull him down the hall into your shared bedroom.
there nothing else you can do but wait so why not fuck each other stupid especially with the fact katsuki (in your body) now has the ability to come multiple times and wanna break his record of how many times he’s had you seeing stars. you know what your body likes, know where to touch and how to flick your tongue just right and sure, it might be weird to eat yourself out in your boyfriends body but when you’ve got him above you, gripping your (his) hair and whining the way he usually does but hearing your voice (lowkey crazy and kinda freaky) but you make him finish over and over again, until he is begging you to stop.
“sweetheart, fuck, i can’t-“ it’s weird to hear the pet name in your voice. “please baby, ngh, gimmie a second.”
he’s crying, cheeks flushed and wet, lips parted as he huffs and for a second you think about how hot you look at how if that’s what he sees every time you guys fuck, well damn, he’s lucky. but you don’t let up because he never does and so you’re diving back in, a mess of teeth and tongue, fingers dipping inside yourself with such fervour you have his back arching off the bed, hands gripping the sheets as cries rip from his (your) throat. the neighbours are gonna complain, and you’re gonna have to deal with it cause it’s your voice hitting decibels unknown to man but fuck, knowing katsuki’s feeling every single thing you’re doing, having the pleasure of cumming over and over again, hell you’ll take a thousand complaints and awkward elevator encounters.
“baby, sweetheart. please.” katsuki grips your hair, yanking up to pull you from his (your) cunt. “princess, i’m gonna pass out you’ve gotta give me a second. holy shit.”
you sit back on your haunches and wipe your mouth and chin with the back of your hand.
katsuki huffs below you. chest rising and falling in rapid succession as he desperately tries to get his heart rate down.
“this how you feel whenever i don’t let up?” his voice is hoarse, as he drags small hands down his (your) face.
“mmhmm.”
“fuck, im sorry sweetheart. didnt think it felt this weird.” eyes lock with yours, and for a second you swear it’s actually katsuki’s eyes looking at you from within your face. “don’t get me wrong it felt great but its weird. feels heavy.”
you nod, knowing all to well the feeling he describes. large hands that don’t belong to you reach out to stroke his face, calloused fingers gliding down over the swell of breasts and fat of your tummy, touching all the places you love.
“i’m gonna suck you off though.” he announces, hands grabbing your wrists. “want you to know how it feels to have your perfect mouth wrapped around my cock.”
heat blooms in your stomach and you feel the rush of blood move south. god it felt strange.
“want you to feel what it’s like when you let me fuck your throat, when you hum around me. fuck, i’m gonna make you cum.”
a/n: anyone got a gender swap fic i can read? i wanna get freakydeaky
“JUNE 17, 2012 — OHA ASA’S PREDICTION OF THE DAY: TODAY’S LUCKY ITEM.. IS THE PERSON YOU’RE INTERESTED IN THE MOST!”
Shintaro almost choked on his tea while he ate his soba in his apartment. The surprise in his eyes dimmed, replaced with his familiar seriousness—a low grunt escaped his lips.
The person he’s interested in the most? Oha Asa has never suggested a live, human being before. But he knew never to question its predictions.
He can feel his ears getting hot when a certain someone suddenly pops up in his mind. His grip on his chopsticks tightened, while he adjusts his glasses perched on his nose with his fingers.
He thinks about his seatmate, you.
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You’re still asleep—you were actually planning to stay in and not go to school. Then you wake up when you hear the ringtone of your phone, making you groan.
It is Shintaro. You should check your phone before answering it.
“Shintaro, do you need something?” you mumbled with a raspy voice, it sent tingles over his ear.
Midorima noticed the tone of your voice and huffed. “Have you just woken up?”
“Yeah, I don’t plan to go today.”
He halted tying his shoes, making his eyebrows furrowed in concern. Midorima sighed, “It is unbecoming of a student to slack off.”
“I’m not.”
“Then what reason do you have to slack off?”
You smirked lazily over the phone, “I think I’m having a slight fever… are you going to take care of me?”
He scoffed on the phone. “As if.”
You nuzzle into your pillow, groaning. “Will you please just tell me why you’re calling me at this early hour?” You can feel your eyes growing heavy and droopy; you are already loosening your grip around your phone.
Midorima became quiet. He bit his lower lip, overthinking. He didn’t want to be too straightforward and just casually say it like nothing.
Who cares? It’s not like he is asking you out on a date. He only needs someone to be his lucky item—a person of his interest. You are one of his acquaintances that happen to be not boring like the others.
“Takao wants you to watch our match.”
What did he say?
You blinked your sleep away, dazed. You were confused and flabbergasted because why on earth would Takao want you to watch their match? You’re not even close to him.
And why is Shintaro the one telling you?
“Why can’t he tell me himself?”
The call ended abruptly, making you scoff at the audacity. You look at your phone in disbelief, before sitting up to curse him out.
“This guy—!”
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“Shintaroooo!”
You run quickly towards him and shout out to him with a worried voice, obviously panicking while holding out your unanswered assignment in front of his face. Tears are streaming down your cheeks.
“Please help me!” You shake his shoulders in panic. “I forgot to do my math homework! I’ve fallen asleep after I binge-watched Coffee Prince. I don’t want to fail, please! I want to keep being an honor student—”
Midorima trembles in annoyance within your reach before cutting you off with his finger pressed to your lips. “Will you calm down?! Your voice can reach all the way through the rooftop!”
“B-But my grade—!”
“Stop being dramatic. A tardy submission will not automatically make you fail; our teacher will only give you a deduction.”
“Every point matters, Shin-chan!”
“Don’t call me that!”
You pout before complying. Immediately scooting your chair closer to his seat with a pleading face. “But you’ll help me, right?”
You are too close.
You bat your eyelashes prettily, trying to persuade him. Shintaro’s breath hitched when he feels your face only few centimeters away from him.
He is only met with a bright smile before he is ‘forced’ to help you with your homework—downright snatching it from your hands.
Midorima ignores the fluttering in his heart when his fingers brush against yours.
Why can’t he find himself to resist?
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Takao watches his usual stoic, self-absorbent teammate act unusually. He narrows his eyes at the sight of Midorima mistakenly wrapping his fingers twice—he was unfocused, and it was obvious that something was weighing on his mind.
“Shin-chan, are you alright?” There is no way he is actually nervous about going against Kaijo, right?
Takao was only met with a silent glare from his friend, making him blink in confusion.
Shintaro instantly denied his claim, “Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I can see your fingers getting suffocated from up here,” Takao points out with a very concerned look on his face. He gasps so dramatically, like a thunder of realization flashes down in the locker room. “And… are my eyes playing tricks on me?!”
Midorima only looks at him like he has grown two heads.
“I’m not seeing you wiping your teddy bear—or what should it be today, a ceramic vase? A shoelace? That small acorn you asked me to steal from your neighbor’s garden?” Takao points out in surprise, because it was very unusual for him to not have his lucky item. “I’m seeing zero of those today. Is my Shin-chan okay?!”
Otsubo gives Midorima a worrying look. Is the world ending for him?
His teammates snickered at the sight, their coach letting out a tired sigh.
Midorima hears the ping on his phone, seeing your message that you have already arrived at the gymnasium. He does not back down at the teasing of his teammates without an answer—partnered with a scowl. “My lucky item is here.”
“What..? Did you seriously have it delivered here and at this hour?!”
If you look deep into his expression, you could see the red flush blooming on his cheeks, wanting to maintain his composure and give all of his teammates the meanest glare that he can muster. “My luck doesn’t require an exposure to all of you.”
Never in Takao’s life has he heard such a bullshit excuse.
“Are you saying it’s spiritual today? Can that stay permane—?” He was shut up by a kick on his ass.
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海常 KAIJO 秀徳 SHUTOKU
30 - 49
You’re in the bleachers, eyes never taking off the match. Excitement and nervousness fill your body—your leg bouncing up and down in your seat while you stare at the team of your school.
Your gaze landed on the four-eyed shooting guard. Pride swells in your heart every time he shoots a three-pointer. You never fail to show your enthusiasm whenever the whole team scores—especially him.
“LET’S GO, SHUTOKU!” You cheer loudly and proudly, and some of the audience thinks you were the leader of the cheerleader team.
Midorima hears your voice and still keeps his attention to his opponent. For some reason, he can feel the hot rush of blood pumping even more all over his body, passing through his teammates before lifting his arms to shoot a 3-pointer.
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“Oh yes, Shintaro! That’s my guy!”
The audience cheer loudly with you—but your words can be heard all throughout the gymnasium. People who are close to you whisper in curiosity at your boldness, while others agree with you.
“You’re so amazing, Shintaro!” you shouted again with a bright grin.
Shintaro flinches, and his heart began to beat irrationally. He only lets out a ‘hmph’, not wanting to show his teammates the effect you have on him.
“You have quite the cheerleader, Midorimacchi,” Kise remarks teasingly, his eye focusing on the ball dribbling by the hand of his opponent. “I’m jealous.”
“Really? That’s coming from you?” Midorima comments snarkily at the hypocrisy of the blonde’s statement.
Takao who is getting screened by one of Kise’s teammates, quickly takes a glance at the bleachers to see you, his classmate who would rather be in an arcade than watch a basketball match.
Though their team is leading the game, he knew something was off with Shintaro’s performance today.
Like he can’t give his all yet.
Then his gaze falls on his friend, someone who is too silent—his hawk-eye didn’t miss the fidgety, uncertainty in his body language turned into relaxation on Shintaro’s face.
As if everything’s fine already.
He connects the two and stifles his laughter at his silent realization.
So that’s your lucky charm, Shin-chan.
“I’m so flattered! He made the basket because of my cheer, right?!” You said to a random stranger, who doesn’t know what to do with the question but agrees.
The match ended with Shutoku winning, and you jumped in your seat happily. You wanted to do nothing but congratulate them—you came down to the court excitedly, only standing by the side while you watched them catch their breath.
Shintaro sees you by the side, who only offers you an arrogant huff seeing the joy on your face. He sees you running towards him, holding a bottle of water and a clean towel (you stole it from their coach).
“Shintaroooooo!”
You engulfed him in your arms, not caring that he was sweaty. Unfortunately, he does not feel the same way—grimacing when he feels his sweaty skin touching your clothes. “You were so amazing out there!”
“Stop hugging me! This is literally so disgusting?!” He tries to distance himself from your grip; somehow, you’re stronger.
“I don’t care, Shin-chan! I’m just so happy for you!” You show him your widest and brightest grin, flustering Shintaro at your compliments. He yelps when he feels you slapping his back repeatedly. “You’re just like me!”
“What part of you exactly screams skilled?!” He was met with a harsher slap on the back, making him bite his tongue accidentally.
“That hurts!”
“ :D ”
Midorima grumbles and stops you by gripping your whole head with his hand. He glares down at you—the lack of anger in his voice tempting you to tease him further. “Hey.”
“Let me treat you out for dinner! All of you!” You have to crane your neck up to pinch his cheeks hard; the cuteness aggression in you awakens. “Awh, you’re just so adorable!”
“Shut up!”
Otsubo and Takao watch the interaction with a sweatdrop. The captain complains, “Do they really to have flirt here?”
“Can you really call that flirting?” Takao murmured uneasily. And it seems like his friend had heard him with how quick his head snaps towards him.
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“Say ah!”
You hold out the tip of your chopsticks with tempura in between in front of Shintaro’s mouth. He was trembling in humiliation at what you were doing.
“I don’t need you to feed me!” he turns his head away, making you sigh.
You are left with no choice but to force it down his throat, making him gag and grip your wrist to live. “Mmm! You are welcome, Shin-chan!”
You ignore his attempt to bicker with you as you happily eat down your food. Takao cannot stop laughing with tears, because watching you two has always been his entertainment.
“Hey, Takao. Is it true that you wanted me to be on your match?” You dodged Shintaro’s hand from silencing your voice. “You could have texted me, you know?”
Takao blinked before looking at Shintaro with a knowing smirk. “Oh, did I now?” Your four-eyed friend looks awfully freaked out. “I think someone else did.”
“Who?”
Takao deadpans at you, “You seriously don’t know?”
“I’m enjoying Shin-chan’s reactions, don’t stop me,” You already knew the truth right after he hung up the phone. You weren’t dumb. “You know how hot-and-cold he is.”
Midorima just wants to get the hell away from your table and bury himself in a hole.
Both of you relish in torturing the poor greenette with devilish grins.
“JUNE 17, 2012 — OHA ASA’S PREDICTION OF THE DAY: TODAY’S LUCKY ITEM.. IS THE PERSON YOU’RE INTERESTED IN THE MOST!”
Shintaro almost choked on his tea while he ate his soba in his apartment. The surprise in his eyes dimmed, replaced with his familiar seriousness—a low grunt escaped his lips.
The person he’s interested in the most? Oha Asa has never suggested a live, human being before. But he knew never to question its predictions.
He can feel his ears getting hot when a certain someone suddenly pops up in his mind. His grip on his chopsticks tightened, while he adjusts his glasses perched on his nose with his fingers.
He thinks about his seatmate, you.
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You’re still asleep—you were actually planning to stay in and not go to school. Then you wake up when you hear the ringtone of your phone, making you groan.
It is Shintaro. You should check your phone before answering it.
“Shintaro, do you need something?” you mumbled with a raspy voice, it sent tingles over his ear.
Midorima noticed the tone of your voice and huffed. “Have you just woken up?”
“Yeah, I don’t plan to go today.”
He halted tying his shoes, making his eyebrows furrowed in concern. Midorima sighed, “It is unbecoming of a student to slack off.”
“I’m not.”
“Then what reason do you have to slack off?”
You smirked lazily over the phone, “I think I’m having a slight fever… are you going to take care of me?”
He scoffed on the phone. “As if.”
You nuzzle into your pillow, groaning. “Will you please just tell me why you’re calling me at this early hour?” You can feel your eyes growing heavy and droopy; you are already loosening your grip around your phone.
Midorima became quiet. He bit his lower lip, overthinking. He didn’t want to be too straightforward and just casually say it like nothing.
Who cares? It’s not like he is asking you out on a date. He only needs someone to be his lucky item—a person of his interest. You are one of his acquaintances that happen to be not boring like the others.
“Takao wants you to watch our match.”
What did he say?
You blinked your sleep away, dazed. You were confused and flabbergasted because why on earth would Takao want you to watch their match? You’re not even close to him.
And why is Shintaro the one telling you?
“Why can’t he tell me himself?”
The call ended abruptly, making you scoff at the audacity. You look at your phone in disbelief, before sitting up to curse him out.
“This guy—!”
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“Shintaroooo!”
You run quickly towards him and shout out to him with a worried voice, obviously panicking while holding out your unanswered assignment in front of his face. Tears are streaming down your cheeks.
“Please help me!” You shake his shoulders in panic. “I forgot to do my math homework! I’ve fallen asleep after I binge-watched Coffee Prince. I don’t want to fail, please! I want to keep being an honor student—”
Midorima trembles in annoyance within your reach before cutting you off with his finger pressed to your lips. “Will you calm down?! Your voice can reach all the way through the rooftop!”
“B-But my grade—!”
“Stop being dramatic. A tardy submission will not automatically make you fail; our teacher will only give you a deduction.”
“Every point matters, Shin-chan!”
“Don’t call me that!”
You pout before complying. Immediately scooting your chair closer to his seat with a pleading face. “But you’ll help me, right?”
You are too close.
You bat your eyelashes prettily, trying to persuade him. Shintaro’s breath hitched when he feels your face only few centimeters away from him.
He is only met with a bright smile before he is ‘forced’ to help you with your homework—downright snatching it from your hands.
Midorima ignores the fluttering in his heart when his fingers brush against yours.
Why can’t he find himself to resist?
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Takao watches his usual stoic, self-absorbent teammate act unusually. He narrows his eyes at the sight of Midorima mistakenly wrapping his fingers twice—he was unfocused, and it was obvious that something was weighing on his mind.
“Shin-chan, are you alright?” There is no way he is actually nervous about going against Kaijo, right?
Takao was only met with a silent glare from his friend, making him blink in confusion.
Shintaro instantly denied his claim, “Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I can see your fingers getting suffocated from up here,” Takao points out with a very concerned look on his face. He gasps so dramatically, like a thunder of realization flashes down in the locker room. “And… are my eyes playing tricks on me?!”
Midorima only looks at him like he has grown two heads.
“I’m not seeing you wiping your teddy bear—or what should it be today, a ceramic vase? A shoelace? That small acorn you asked me to steal from your neighbor’s garden?” Takao points out in surprise, because it was very unusual for him to not have his lucky item. “I’m seeing zero of those today. Is my Shin-chan okay?!”
Otsubo gives Midorima a worrying look. Is the world ending for him?
His teammates snickered at the sight, their coach letting out a tired sigh.
Midorima hears the ping on his phone, seeing your message that you have already arrived at the gymnasium. He does not back down at the teasing of his teammates without an answer—partnered with a scowl. “My lucky item is here.”
“What..? Did you seriously have it delivered here and at this hour?!”
If you look deep into his expression, you could see the red flush blooming on his cheeks, wanting to maintain his composure and give all of his teammates the meanest glare that he can muster. “My luck doesn’t require an exposure to all of you.”
Never in Takao’s life has he heard such a bullshit excuse.
“Are you saying it’s spiritual today? Can that stay permane—?” He was shut up by a kick on his ass.
───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
海常 KAIJO 秀徳 SHUTOKU
30 - 49
You’re in the bleachers, eyes never taking off the match. Excitement and nervousness fill your body—your leg bouncing up and down in your seat while you stare at the team of your school.
Your gaze landed on the four-eyed shooting guard. Pride swells in your heart every time he shoots a three-pointer. You never fail to show your enthusiasm whenever the whole team scores—especially him.
“LET’S GO, SHUTOKU!” You cheer loudly and proudly, and some of the audience thinks you were the leader of the cheerleader team.
Midorima hears your voice and still keeps his attention to his opponent. For some reason, he can feel the hot rush of blood pumping even more all over his body, passing through his teammates before lifting his arms to shoot a 3-pointer.
30 - 52
“Oh yes, Shintaro! That’s my guy!”
The audience cheer loudly with you—but your words can be heard all throughout the gymnasium. People who are close to you whisper in curiosity at your boldness, while others agree with you.
“You’re so amazing, Shintaro!” you shouted again with a bright grin.
Shintaro flinches, and his heart began to beat irrationally. He only lets out a ‘hmph’, not wanting to show his teammates the effect you have on him.
“You have quite the cheerleader, Midorimacchi,” Kise remarks teasingly, his eye focusing on the ball dribbling by the hand of his opponent. “I’m jealous.”
“Really? That’s coming from you?” Midorima comments snarkily at the hypocrisy of the blonde’s statement.
Takao who is getting screened by one of Kise’s teammates, quickly takes a glance at the bleachers to see you, his classmate who would rather be in an arcade than watch a basketball match.
Though their team is leading the game, he knew something was off with Shintaro’s performance today.
Like he can’t give his all yet.
Then his gaze falls on his friend, someone who is too silent—his hawk-eye didn’t miss the fidgety, uncertainty in his body language turned into relaxation on Shintaro’s face.
As if everything’s fine already.
He connects the two and stifles his laughter at his silent realization.
So that’s your lucky charm, Shin-chan.
“I’m so flattered! He made the basket because of my cheer, right?!” You said to a random stranger, who doesn’t know what to do with the question but agrees.
The match ended with Shutoku winning, and you jumped in your seat happily. You wanted to do nothing but congratulate them—you came down to the court excitedly, only standing by the side while you watched them catch their breath.
Shintaro sees you by the side, who only offers you an arrogant huff seeing the joy on your face. He sees you running towards him, holding a bottle of water and a clean towel (you stole it from their coach).
“Shintaroooooo!”
You engulfed him in your arms, not caring that he was sweaty. Unfortunately, he does not feel the same way—grimacing when he feels his sweaty skin touching your clothes. “You were so amazing out there!”
“Stop hugging me! This is literally so disgusting?!” He tries to distance himself from your grip; somehow, you’re stronger.
“I don’t care, Shin-chan! I’m just so happy for you!” You show him your widest and brightest grin, flustering Shintaro at your compliments. He yelps when he feels you slapping his back repeatedly. “You’re just like me!”
“What part of you exactly screams skilled?!” He was met with a harsher slap on the back, making him bite his tongue accidentally.
“That hurts!”
“ :D ”
Midorima grumbles and stops you by gripping your whole head with his hand. He glares down at you—the lack of anger in his voice tempting you to tease him further. “Hey.”
“Let me treat you out for dinner! All of you!” You have to crane your neck up to pinch his cheeks hard; the cuteness aggression in you awakens. “Awh, you’re just so adorable!”
“Shut up!”
Otsubo and Takao watch the interaction with a sweatdrop. The captain complains, “Do they really to have flirt here?”
“Can you really call that flirting?” Takao murmured uneasily. And it seems like his friend had heard him with how quick his head snaps towards him.
───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
“Say ah!”
You hold out the tip of your chopsticks with tempura in between in front of Shintaro’s mouth. He was trembling in humiliation at what you were doing.
“I don’t need you to feed me!” he turns his head away, making you sigh.
You are left with no choice but to force it down his throat, making him gag and grip your wrist to live. “Mmm! You are welcome, Shin-chan!”
You ignore his attempt to bicker with you as you happily eat down your food. Takao cannot stop laughing with tears, because watching you two has always been his entertainment.
“Hey, Takao. Is it true that you wanted me to be on your match?” You dodged Shintaro’s hand from silencing your voice. “You could have texted me, you know?”
Takao blinked before looking at Shintaro with a knowing smirk. “Oh, did I now?” Your four-eyed friend looks awfully freaked out. “I think someone else did.”
“Who?”
Takao deadpans at you, “You seriously don’t know?”
“I’m enjoying Shin-chan’s reactions, don’t stop me,” You already knew the truth right after he hung up the phone. You weren’t dumb. “You know how hot-and-cold he is.”
Midorima just wants to get the hell away from your table and bury himself in a hole.
Both of you relish in torturing the poor greenette with devilish grins.
⋆˚꩜｡KAGAMI AND AOMINE WHO ARE INTO YOU, but you’re greedy as fuck.
There is a woman that Aomine is secretly eyeing on.
He happens to meet you, with a lollipop constantly hanging on the side of your mouth in the convenience store where he buy his favorite magazines like coffee to fulfill his day. And from how you looked, you certainly meet his type.
It started off with a good, subtle look over you. No words exchanged but you notice his eye on you for a while even without looking at him.
“Feel free to take a picture when you have the time.”
Aomine grins at your attitude, “Can you blame me?”
You hummed and look at yourself, “Not really.”
That interaction began your constant meeting with the handsome guy in the store. At this point, he was not even going there to buy his favorite magazines anymore.
“Surely, you have a boyfriend?” Aomine assumes when he offers to take you back home in your apartment, pretending to be a gentleman who is definitely not planning to lay with you.
“Are you applying?” You smile broadly
He likes when you challenge him. He gives you a determined grin and steps closer to you. “I don’t think you can handle this.”
Aomine’s remark only made you chuckle. “You will be surprised.”
You did prove it to him in your apartment. With less clothes though.
You realized that you’re lucky that he becomes blind and compliant to your every need whenever he sees boobs in his sight, your boobs to be exact.
He, however, was not pleased that before he appears in the first half of his second match against Seirin, he sees you coming out of his opponents’ locker room along with Kagami Taiga– who looks a bit too flushed for his liking.
Aomine’s jaw clenches when you give him a taunting smirk. You were the late pain in the ass manager Satsuki was talking about.
Kagami does not have game. He cannot certainly charm his way through you with his words–he does, however, make it up with his skills in court. His egocentric and ferocious nature that Riko had warned you about did happen at first impression, and he had every right to be when he showed you what he can do.
Both of you had a moment alone.
Accidentally walking on him when he is preparing himself in the locker room for another minute before the game begins. The enhancement of his chiseled body under his jersey thanks to his training, his biceps bulging while staring off space—Kagami yelps in surprise at your sudden arrival and feels conscious with your eyes ogling him, heat crawling up from his neck in embarrassment.
“Don’t you know how to knock, woman?!”
“Sorry,” you muttered without an ounce of sincerity.
You’re tempted to touch them, shutting your eyes so that he does not see how they roll back with how worked up you’re getting. You swallow a groan when his scent mixed along with the lack of air ventilation in the locker room gets into you.
“Are you nervous?”
Kagami releases a calm breath. “No,” he was confident in his words. This makes you nod quietly.
“The game will begin soon. I will not disturb you further,” you chuckled weakly, not wanting to scare your favorite player anymore. You were prepared to leave the room to end whatever is happening between you two. “Excuse me.”
Kagami was finally about to feel relieved that you’re leaving him alone.
BARK
And the peaceful moment gets cut off with an echo of Nigou’s bark when you slowly open the door, sending shivers down his spine.
He swears he is gonna kill Kuroko for letting that furry ball roam around aimlessly.
Without thinking, he tugs your wrist and shielded his gigantic body with yours by gripping your waist with his palms and an uncharacteristic squeak leaving from his lips—the genuine fear in his eyes and him thinking you could protect his ginormous ass with your body rendered you speechless. His bold move surprised you, making you turn around and was taken aback at the close proximity between you two.
Your heart is racing rapidly—and he doesn’t even know his power.
Kagami just realized now what he’s doing, and his mind shuts down for a while when he takes his time admiring your beauty. You feel so warm and soft in his hands, your clothes did no justice in hiding it, and you smell so good—he unconsciously feels you up that makes you hitch your breath.
“What are you doing?”
Kagami blinked and screamed out of embarrassment, quickly releasing you. You fixed your clothes, composing yourself and clearing your throat.
Opening the door, you didn’t expect Aomine to arrive at the worst moment. Right here and on court.
———
You all won.
And now, you are prepared to head home after a fulfilling dinner with your team. Your body is craving for a nice, hot shower– you bid farewell to everyone before Riko opens her mouth.
“Kagami, you should take her home! Doesn’t she live near you?” she suggested with an innocent smile, making you furrow your eyebrows on where she obtain that information.
Her suggestion made Kagami sputter in embarrassment, his reaction amuses you.
“I don’t mind at all,” you send a wink at the red-head, who gets flustered even further. His other teammates tease you two with giggles and comments about ‘just make out already’.
---------
That midnight, someone rings the doorbell.
You shifted in your bed sleepily, with Kagami snoring his ass off comfortably on the couch since you insisted he stays with you overnight in case ‘someone tries to break in’. He was opposed to it at first before he eventually gave in with your persistence.
The doorbell kept ringing, irritating you.
You opened the door in annoyance, and your eyes widened seeing Aomine in front of you– the smell of fried chicken hits your nose and cans of soda peek up within your sight.
“Figured I should celebrate with you,” he muttered. Rubbing the nape of his neck with his hand, holding the food out in front of your face.
“Because you finally lost?”
“Yeah.”
You pointed out, “It’s the middle of the night.”
“So?”
“It’s too late for me to be eating.”
Aomine scoffed, “Don’t go acting like you’re not used to staying up.” He brushes you off, already taking off his jacket. “And of course, we need to talk.”
You block him– pushing him away slightly, your face twitching. Kagami was still here.
“Now is not really a good time,” you exclaim with a forced grin. You sweat nervously. “How about tomorrow?”
“Stop being stubborn and just let me in.”
“Absolutely not.”
Aomine furrowed his eyebrows, and sighing– like he understands what is finally happening. “Did I interrupt you in your alone time? Geez, how many times do I tell you to call me so that I can help you–”
“Who is that in the door..?”
A new voice appeared through your conversation, making you and Aomine still when he recognizes it. His eyes narrowed down on Kagami, who was still oblivious at the tension of the situation and just mindlessly scratching his bare stomach– of course he had to be shirtless.
Until his eyes landed on Aomine, waking him up from his sleep.
“Aomine?!”
You feel a headache forming in your head. The latter eyes Kagami up and down with a judgemental gaze before turning to you in disappointment, “Really? Him?”
Somehow, Kagami feels offended at that. “What is that supposed to mean?!”
“I’m saying she has poor taste.” Aomine rebutted casually with an irritated look.
Kagami growled in frustration, “How do you even know her?”
This caused Aomine to smirk. “You really want to know that?”
It took a while for Kagami to realize what he’s implying before his jaw dropped and he looked over to you for confirmation—you could only answer in silence.
“He’s joking, right?”
“….”
You can feel the spark between the two flying, making you sigh in annoyance and slightly amused. Watching them argue certainly made you lose your sleep, even going as far as to Aomine inviting himself over to your apartment.
Aomine lets out a snort when he sees the blanket and the ruffled pillow on your couch. “So much for competition; she does not even let you on her bed.”
Fueled with the need to overpower the conversation, Kagami taunted him with a lie. “Maybe because we’re actually going slow and seriously.”
It’s your turn to have your jaw dropped. You did not expect that from Kagami. His words managed to actually disgust Aomine—who has commitment issues.
“Loser!”
“Blue-headed moron!”
“Virgin idiot!”
“Why you—!”
It was not getting funny anymore when one of them is now trying to resort to violence.
So you propose something. The fried chicken long forgotten.
“I have an idea. But you both have to be open-minded.”
⋆˚꩜｡KAGAMI AND AOMINE WHO ARE INTO YOU, but you’re greedy as fuck.
There is a woman that Aomine is secretly eyeing on.
He happens to meet you, with a lollipop constantly hanging on the side of your mouth in the convenience store where he buy his favorite magazines like coffee to fulfill his day. And from how you looked, you certainly meet his type.
It started off with a good, subtle look over you. No words exchanged but you notice his eye on you for a while even without looking at him.
“Feel free to take a picture when you have the time.”
Aomine grins at your attitude, “Can you blame me?”
You hummed and look at yourself, “Not really.”
That interaction began your constant meeting with the handsome guy in the store. At this point, he was not even going there to buy his favorite magazines anymore.
“Surely, you have a boyfriend?” Aomine assumes when he offers to take you back home in your apartment, pretending to be a gentleman who is definitely not planning to lay with you.
“Are you applying?” You smile broadly
He likes when you challenge him. He gives you a determined grin and steps closer to you. “I don’t think you can handle this.”
Aomine’s remark only made you chuckle. “You will be surprised.”
You did prove it to him in your apartment. With less clothes though.
You realized that you’re lucky that he becomes blind and compliant to your every need whenever he sees boobs in his sight, your boobs to be exact.
He, however, was not pleased that before he appears in the first half of his second match against Seirin, he sees you coming out of his opponents’ locker room along with Kagami Taiga– who looks a bit too flushed for his liking.
Aomine’s jaw clenches when you give him a taunting smirk. You were the late pain in the ass manager Satsuki was talking about.
Kagami does not have game. He cannot certainly charm his way through you with his words–he does, however, make it up with his skills in court. His egocentric and ferocious nature that Riko had warned you about did happen at first impression, and he had every right to be when he showed you what he can do.
Both of you had a moment alone.
Accidentally walking on him when he is preparing himself in the locker room for another minute before the game begins. The enhancement of his chiseled body under his jersey thanks to his training, his biceps bulging while staring off space—Kagami yelps in surprise at your sudden arrival and feels conscious with your eyes ogling him, heat crawling up from his neck in embarrassment.
“Don’t you know how to knock, woman?!”
“Sorry,” you muttered without an ounce of sincerity.
You’re tempted to touch them, shutting your eyes so that he does not see how they roll back with how worked up you’re getting. You swallow a groan when his scent mixed along with the lack of air ventilation in the locker room gets into you.
“Are you nervous?”
Kagami releases a calm breath. “No,” he was confident in his words. This makes you nod quietly.
“The game will begin soon. I will not disturb you further,” you chuckled weakly, not wanting to scare your favorite player anymore. You were prepared to leave the room to end whatever is happening between you two. “Excuse me.”
Kagami was finally about to feel relieved that you’re leaving him alone.
BARK
And the peaceful moment gets cut off with an echo of Nigou’s bark when you slowly open the door, sending shivers down his spine.
He swears he is gonna kill Kuroko for letting that furry ball roam around aimlessly.
Without thinking, he tugs your wrist and shielded his gigantic body with yours by gripping your waist with his palms and an uncharacteristic squeak leaving from his lips—the genuine fear in his eyes and him thinking you could protect his ginormous ass with your body rendered you speechless. His bold move surprised you, making you turn around and was taken aback at the close proximity between you two.
Your heart is racing rapidly—and he doesn’t even know his power.
Kagami just realized now what he’s doing, and his mind shuts down for a while when he takes his time admiring your beauty. You feel so warm and soft in his hands, your clothes did no justice in hiding it, and you smell so good—he unconsciously feels you up that makes you hitch your breath.
“What are you doing?”
Kagami blinked and screamed out of embarrassment, quickly releasing you. You fixed your clothes, composing yourself and clearing your throat.
Opening the door, you didn’t expect Aomine to arrive at the worst moment. Right here and on court.
———
You all won.
And now, you are prepared to head home after a fulfilling dinner with your team. Your body is craving for a nice, hot shower– you bid farewell to everyone before Riko opens her mouth.
“Kagami, you should take her home! Doesn’t she live near you?” she suggested with an innocent smile, making you furrow your eyebrows on where she obtain that information.
Her suggestion made Kagami sputter in embarrassment, his reaction amuses you.
“I don’t mind at all,” you send a wink at the red-head, who gets flustered even further. His other teammates tease you two with giggles and comments about ‘just make out already’.
---------
That midnight, someone rings the doorbell.
You shifted in your bed sleepily, with Kagami snoring his ass off comfortably on the couch since you insisted he stays with you overnight in case ‘someone tries to break in’. He was opposed to it at first before he eventually gave in with your persistence.
The doorbell kept ringing, irritating you.
You opened the door in annoyance, and your eyes widened seeing Aomine in front of you– the smell of fried chicken hits your nose and cans of soda peek up within your sight.
“Figured I should celebrate with you,” he muttered. Rubbing the nape of his neck with his hand, holding the food out in front of your face.
“Because you finally lost?”
“Yeah.”
You pointed out, “It’s the middle of the night.”
“So?”
“It’s too late for me to be eating.”
Aomine scoffed, “Don’t go acting like you’re not used to staying up.” He brushes you off, already taking off his jacket. “And of course, we need to talk.”
You block him– pushing him away slightly, your face twitching. Kagami was still here.
“Now is not really a good time,” you exclaim with a forced grin. You sweat nervously. “How about tomorrow?”
“Stop being stubborn and just let me in.”
“Absolutely not.”
Aomine furrowed his eyebrows, and sighing– like he understands what is finally happening. “Did I interrupt you in your alone time? Geez, how many times do I tell you to call me so that I can help you–”
“Who is that in the door..?”
A new voice appeared through your conversation, making you and Aomine still when he recognizes it. His eyes narrowed down on Kagami, who was still oblivious at the tension of the situation and just mindlessly scratching his bare stomach– of course he had to be shirtless.
Until his eyes landed on Aomine, waking him up from his sleep.
“Aomine?!”
You feel a headache forming in your head. The latter eyes Kagami up and down with a judgemental gaze before turning to you in disappointment, “Really? Him?”
Somehow, Kagami feels offended at that. “What is that supposed to mean?!”
“I’m saying she has poor taste.” Aomine rebutted casually with an irritated look.
Kagami growled in frustration, “How do you even know her?”
This caused Aomine to smirk. “You really want to know that?”
It took a while for Kagami to realize what he’s implying before his jaw dropped and looks over to you for confirmation—you could only answer in silence.
“He’s joking, right?”
“….”
You can feel the spark between the two flying, making you sigh in annoyance and slightly amused. Watching them argue certainly made you lose your sleep, even going far as to Aomine inviting himself over to your apartment.
Aomine lets out a snort when he sees the blanket and the ruffled pillow on your couch. “So much for competition, she does not even let you on her bed.”
Fueled with the need to overpower the conversation, Kagami taunted him with a lie. “Maybe because we’re actually going slow and serious.”
It’s your turn to have your jaw dropped. You did not expect that from Kagami. His words managed to actually disgust Aomine—who has commitment problems.
“Loser!”
“Blue-headed moron!”
“Virgin idiot!”
“Why you—!”
It was not getting funny anymore when one of them is now trying to resort to violence.
So you propose something. The fried chicken long forgotten.
“I have an idea. But you both have to be open-minded.”
⋆˚꩜｡KAGAMI AND AOMINE WHO ARE INTO YOU, but you’re greedy as fuck.
There is a woman that Aomine is secretly eyeing on.
He happens to meet you, with a lollipop constantly hanging on the side of your mouth in the convenience store where he buy his favorite magazines like coffee to fulfill his day. And from how you looked, you certainly meet his type.
It started off with a good, subtle look over you. No words exchanged but you notice his eye on you for a while even without looking at him.
“Feel free to take a picture when you have the time.”
Aomine grins at your attitude, “Can you blame me?”
You hummed and look at yourself, “Not really.”
That interaction began your constant meeting with the handsome guy in the store. At this point, he was not even going there to buy his favorite magazines anymore.
“Surely, you have a boyfriend?” Aomine assumes when he offers to take you back home in your apartment, pretending to be a gentleman who is definitely not planning to lay with you.
“Are you applying?” You smile broadly
He likes when you challenge him. He gives you a determined grin and steps closer to you. “I don’t think you can handle this.”
Aomine’s remark only made you chuckle. “You will be surprised.”
You did prove it to him in your apartment. With less clothes though.
You realized that you’re lucky that he becomes blind and compliant to your every need whenever he sees boobs in his sight, your boobs to be exact.
He, however, was not pleased that before he appears in the first half of his second match against Seirin, he sees you coming out of his opponents’ locker room along with Kagami Taiga– who looks a bit too flushed for his liking.
Aomine’s jaw clenches when you give him a taunting smirk. You were the late pain in the ass manager Satsuki was talking about.
Kagami does not have game. He cannot certainly charm his way through you with his words–he does, however, make it up with his skills in court. His egocentric and ferocious nature that Riko had warned you about did happen at first impression, and he had every right to be when he showed you what he can do.
Both of you had a moment alone.
Accidentally walking on him when he is preparing himself in the locker room for another minute before the game begins. The enhancement of his chiseled body under his jersey thanks to his training, his biceps bulging while staring off space—Kagami yelps in surprise at your sudden arrival and feels conscious with your eyes ogling him, heat crawling up from his neck in embarrassment.
“Don’t you know how to knock, woman?!”
“Sorry,” you muttered without an ounce of sincerity.
You’re tempted to touch them, shutting your eyes so that he does not see how they roll back with how worked up you’re getting. You swallow a groan when his scent mixed along with the lack of air ventilation in the locker room gets into you.
“Are you nervous?”
Kagami releases a calm breath. “No,” he was confident in his words. This makes you nod quietly.
“The game will begin soon. I will not disturb you further,” you chuckled weakly, not wanting to scare your favorite player anymore. You were prepared to leave the room to end whatever is happening between you two. “Excuse me.”
Kagami was finally about to feel relieved that you’re leaving him alone.
BARK
And the peaceful moment gets cut off with an echo of Nigou’s bark when you slowly open the door, sending shivers down his spine.
He swears he is gonna kill Kuroko for letting that furry ball roam around aimlessly.
Without thinking, he tugs your wrist and shielded his gigantic body with yours by gripping your waist with his palms and an uncharacteristic squeak leaving from his lips—the genuine fear in his eyes and him thinking you could protect his ginormous ass with your body rendered you speechless. His bold move surprised you, making you turn around and was taken aback at the close proximity between you two.
Your heart is racing rapidly—and he doesn’t even know his power.
Kagami just realized now what he’s doing, and his mind shuts down for a while when he takes his time admiring your beauty. You feel so warm and soft in his hands, your clothes did no justice in hiding it, and you smell so good—he unconsciously feels you up that makes you hitch your breath.
“What are you doing?”
Kagami blinked and screamed out of embarrassment, quickly releasing you. You fixed your clothes, composing yourself and clearing your throat.
Opening the door, you didn’t expect Aomine to arrive at the worst moment. Right here and on court.
———
You all won.
And now, you are prepared to head home after a fulfilling dinner with your team. Your body is craving for a nice, hot shower– you bid farewell to everyone before Riko opens her mouth.
“Kagami, you should take her home! Doesn’t she live near you?” she suggested with an innocent smile, making you furrow your eyebrows on where she obtain that information.
Her suggestion made Kagami sputter in embarrassment, his reaction amuses you.
“I don’t mind at all,” you send a wink at the red-head, who gets flustered even further. His other teammates tease you two with giggles and comments about ‘just make out already’.
---------
That midnight, someone rings the doorbell.
You shifted in your bed sleepily, with Kagami snoring his ass off comfortably on the couch since you insisted he stays with you overnight in case ‘someone tries to break in’. He was opposed to it at first before he eventually gave in with your persistence.
The doorbell kept ringing, irritating you.
You opened the door in annoyance, and your eyes widened seeing Aomine in front of you– the smell of fried chicken hits your nose and cans of soda peek up within your sight.
“Figured I should celebrate with you,” he muttered. Rubbing the nape of his neck with his hand, holding the food out in front of your face.
“Because you finally lost?”
“Yeah.”
You pointed out, “It’s the middle of the night.”
“So?”
“It’s too late for me to be eating.”
Aomine scoffed, “Don’t go acting like you’re not used to staying up.” He brushes you off, already taking off his jacket. “And of course, we need to talk.”
You block him– pushing him away slightly, your face twitching. Kagami was still here.
“Now is not really a good time,” you exclaim with a forced grin. You sweat nervously. “How about tomorrow?”
“Stop being stubborn and just let me in.”
“Absolutely not.”
Aomine furrowed his eyebrows, and sighing– like he understands what is finally happening. “Did I interrupt you in your alone time? Geez, how many times do I tell you to call me so that I can help you–”
“Who is that in the door..?”
A new voice appeared through your conversation, making you and Aomine still when he recognizes it. His eyes narrowed down on Kagami, who was still oblivious at the tension of the situation and just mindlessly scratching his bare stomach– of course he had to be shirtless.
Until his eyes landed on Aomine, waking him up from his sleep.
“Aomine?!”
You feel a headache forming in your head. The latter eyes Kagami up and down with a judgemental gaze before turning to you in disappointment, “Really? Him?”
Somehow, Kagami feels offended at that. “What is that supposed to mean?!”
“I’m saying she has poor taste.” Aomine rebutted casually with an irritated look.
Kagami growled in frustration, “How do you even know her?”
This caused Aomine to smirk. “You really want to know that?”
It took a while for Kagami to realize what he’s implying before his jaw dropped and he looked over to you for confirmation—you could only answer in silence.
“He’s joking, right?”
“….”
You can feel the spark between the two flying, making you sigh in annoyance and slightly amused. Watching them argue certainly made you lose your sleep, even going as far as to Aomine inviting himself over to your apartment.
Aomine lets out a snort when he sees the blanket and the ruffled pillow on your couch. “So much for competition; she does not even let you on her bed.”
Fueled with the need to overpower the conversation, Kagami taunted him with a lie. “Maybe because we’re actually going slow and seriously.”
It’s your turn to have your jaw dropped. You did not expect that from Kagami. His words managed to actually disgust Aomine—who has commitment issues.
“Loser!”
“Blue-headed moron!”
“Virgin idiot!”
“Why you—!”
It was not getting funny anymore when one of them is now trying to resort to violence.
So you propose something. The fried chicken long forgotten.
“I have an idea. But you both have to be open-minded.”
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