//I chose Hanamiya because he's one of my favorite characters~ Despite all the shit he's pulled, I can't help but love him, haha. I guess I must really love sadistic type characters. And also, I have a weakness for large eyebrows ^^"And I wanted to roleplay a sadistic character for once~! I normally play childish/hot-tempered/playful characters like Kise, so playing a character like Hanamiya would be a nice change of pace :3
Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.
A/N: Please excuse me if I mess up your character. Touou!Suzuki and Crack!mine. (lol I know, I know. Like I ever write anything that’s not crack. But this is even worse than usual. I think I broke Aomine.)
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"You’re my dream come true." A deep, magnetic voice echoed from the men’s restroom. Suzuki froze in surprise at the sound as he stopped in the entrance, watching at the blue-haired teenager who was staring into the mirror intensely.
Isn’t… Isn’t that Aomine Daiki? Touou’s ace and one of the Generation of Miracles?
It was 20 minutes into the last class of the week. Despite the studious silence of the hallways, every cubic inch of the school was buzzing with excitement. Suzuki had excused himself from classic Japanese for a bathroom break, but it seemed like someone was already there before him.
The other teen hadn’t noticed his presence just yet. But before Suzuki could greet him, Aomine began speaking again.
"Only you and you alone, can thrill me like you do." He drew a small breath to calm himself and continued to recite. "And fill my heart with love for only you."
Something told Suzuki that it was a bad idea to interrupt the dark-skinned male when he was reciting sappy poetry.
"So baby, be mine only," Aomine said in a hushed whisper. Seemingly satisfied with his speech, the power forward adjusted his tie and ran a hand through his navy blue hair as he smirked confidently into the mirror. There’s no way I’d be rejected if I’m like this, his expression practically screamed.
He walked out of the restroom eagerly, completely ignoring the starry-eyed blonde whose back was pressed hard against the tiled wall when he passed.
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Note: For those who didn’t recognize Aomine’s little poem, please listen to this.