#2 with ImaAo! (Imayoshixaomine~)
“I can’t let you do that.”
um…. vague superhero!au? aomine’s got powers. imayoshi has administrative powers.
Aomine’s fingers dug into the back of the metal chair.
“Careful there. We didn’t budget for new office furniture this month.” Imayoshi leaned back in his stupid back-support chair, fingers steepled on the desk. He gazed at Aomine through half-lidded eyes with that stupid, smarmy little smile that made Aomine want to punch him in the face.
“My best friend -- and your best analyst -- is missing, and you’re worried about the goddamn office furniture?”
The chair screeched in Aomine’s grasp. Imayoshi made a noise that could have been a sigh or a laugh. Aomine couldn’t tell which. He never quite could.
“I’m not worried about Agent M.”
The back of the chair finally snapped. The pieces fell to the floor in a clatter. Imayoshi steepled his hands and sighed -- definitely sighed this time.
“She’s more than capable of taking care of herself. I don’t have the resources to spare at the moment.”
Aomine’s nails dug into his palms. “You have me.”
“I’m here and I know and I’m going and you can’t stop --”
And Aomine stopped. Imayoshi’s voice had taken on that rare steeply timbre that always stopped Aomine in his tracks, always stopped his stupid heart, always -- always --
“I can’t let you do that.”
At that moment Aomine wanted more than anything to see Imayoshi’s face. To know what he was thinking. But, as usual, Imayoshi wore his glasses at the perfect angle to prevent eye contact -- the fucking asshole -- and his face was like stone. He wanted to punch Imayoshi in his fucking heart, to take his shoulders in his hands and slam his back against the wall and scream himself hoarse to get his fucking attention, to make him understand, to make him listen.
But Aomine didn’t do any of that. He couldn’t. He looked at the carpet for a moment: dull hotel-maroon, perfect for hiding stains. Bloodstains, Aomine knew, some which were Imayoshi’s own. How could someone who could be so fucking brave at some times be such a fucking coward in others?
He looked back up at Imayoshi, whose hands were still steepled. When Aomine broke the silence, it was quiet, and through an awful lump in his throat he didn’t realize was there until he spoke.
A shuddering breath from Imayoshi, which -- what in the fuck. His shoulders trembled, and he looked away from Aomine. Aomine wanted to -- he wanted to --
“Because I can’t lose you, too.”
