Prompt: “we’re sitting next to each other on a bus/train/etc. and you’re hot so I said something very inappropriate in {insert language here} but it turns out you’re fluent in it and you turn to me and say ‘at least buy me dinner first’ in the same language” AU Pairing: Aokaga So @miakacchi told me to write for this prompt so here I am! It turned out a lot longer than I planned but I hope you enjoy! It's got some strong language but that's about it in terms of warnings. Enjoy! :) They weren't actually doing anything special, nor were they wearing anything funny and yet they had managed to catch everyone's attention. Aomine was at the station with Murasakibara, Midorima, Akashi, Kise and Satsuki. Testu had a match today and they all decided to take the train and go watch him play. Rather, Momoi blackmailed them into going as she apparently couldn't go alone. It had been a while since they all witnessed a match together so they finally gave in to her. To be perfectly honest, there was a reason everyone stared and even if it was a perfectly honest one, it didn't make the situation any less awkward or uncomfortable. Their group was what one might refer to as 'unique'. A purple haired giant with an unhealthy addiction to junk food (especially sweets), a green haired megane who carried a frog around because of his horoscope prediction, a blonde model who was a bit too flashy for his own good, a pink haired big boobed girl who looked a little too smart, a red head with heterochromia iridium and the ability to make one shit themselves if stared at for too long and Aomine himself, in all his 192" glory, all muscle and tan skin and blue hair. The group waited at the platform and sighed in relief when they noticed the approaching train. The stares were irritating. They didn't realise just how big an impact they made when they all stood in such close proximity to one another. They boarded the train and if Aomine was being completely and utterly honest with himself, he was kind of looking forward to this game. Tetsu's playing style was one of a kind and it was something Aomine never really got bored of. Ever since he's gone off to Seirin, he had told Aomine that he had found a new light, and while it annoyed Aomine, at this point he only hoped that this new light was good enough for someone like Tetsu. He was his best friend after all. There was no way he wasn't going to get worried. He could see Momoi's smug smile from his peripheral view and tried to settle as neutral an expression as possible on his face. Smug satsuki was a pain, not like she wasn't otherwise but even more so somehow. They found themselves some seats and settled down. It wasn't a particularly long journey but given a choice, sitting was a more comfortable option. Satsuki sat across from him, while Akashi sat beside him, staring out the window idly. Murasakibara was insistently munching on something again, and Kise and Midorima flanked Satsuki on either side. Things went smoothly for the first two stops. As the train left the second to last station, Aomine felt someone sit next to him. He didn't know what it was that made him look. Normally, he cared very little about strangers, didn't bother even looking at them, but the person next to him smelled really good, like chocolate and spice. Involuntarily, Aomine's mouth watered slightly and his curiosity won him over as he glanced to his left. Aomine's heart flat lined. The person sitting next to him had stolen his breath and heart in a nanosecond and he hadn't even looked at Aomine, didn't even know he existed. The first thing that caught Aomine's attention was the man's red hair. It was such a vibrant colour, ridiculously conspicuous yet it suited him well. It looked soft to touch and a bit to the messy side. Aomine had a view of the stranger's profile but it was enough information for him to know the man was gorgeous. A sharp nose, lush lips, sculpted jaw, and fiery red eyes that matched the flaming red hair. Everything about him was unique and it look so well put together. Even his eyebrows were unique, forked in the middle and the same shade of red. He had a chain around his neck with a ring attached to it and he wore tracks with a casual tee. A training bag rested on his lap and he was staring at his cell. He was tall, his legs were almost as long as Aomine's and his build was impressive. The phone vibrated with a message and the man pouted while reading it. Aomine's heart skipped so many beats at the mere sight of the man's cute expression. His mind raced as he imagined other faces, very very inappropriate ones that just decided to invade his not-so-innocent-to-begin-with mind. The look on his face when Aomine blew him. Or when he pounded into him, making the bed rattle and creak. Or when he ate him out, leaving him a writhing moaning mess. Or- "When I fuck you against a wall." .... Wait. Did he just say that out loud??! The sound of Kise sputtering confirmed his worst fear. He quickly looked over to see him turn 3 shades of red but he had a cheeky smile on his face. Midorima looked scandalised, and turned away as soon as their eyes met. Satsuki looked shocked, but there was clear amusement in her eyes. Akashi just ignored him, acting as if he didn't know the idiot who made such a perverted comment. On a train. To a random stranger. Murasakibara couldn't give less of a shit as he simply continued eating. It suddenly hit him. He had spoken in English rather than Japanese. He sighed in relief. The GoM were fluent in English because of all the NBA tapes they studied but people in Japan on a whole didn't really know English, not fluently at least. There was a huge chance the man didn't understand him and he could probably not look like an absolute asshole, even though he was practically the definition of it. He turned to face the man, convinced he was right. He was wrong. The man was staring at him, looking absolutely shocked. His eyes were wide and he stared at Aomine like he was some weird alien. Aomine held back a gasp. The man was even more attractive than Aomine had anticipated. He felt his stomach churn and he wanted nothing more than to attack the man right there. The red head suddenly smirked at him, and holy shit Aomine did not just get half hard. He was about to say something else, something a whole lot more appropriate in Japanese when suddenly the red head spoke. "At least buy me dinner first." The stranger spoke in English. Oh. 'FUCK HE UNDERSTOOD WHAT I SAID!' And then another thought popped into his head. 'DID HE JUST ASK ME OUT ON A DATE?' Aomine almost had a panic attack but even in his chaos stricken mind, he had to acknowledge how good the red head's voice was. Deep, slightly rough, yet it rubbed you up the right way. The red head seemed amused by how flustered Aomine had gotten and chuckled. Yup, Aomine was a goner. Who else could have made his heart clench just by laughing and making it sound like the most beautiful sound ever. Aomine opened his mouth to say something, anything really cause he wanted to hear that voice again. And again. And again. But fate had other plans. The train lurched to a stop and all his ex team mates begin standing up. His worst possible nightmare came true. "Daiki get up, it's our stop." Akashi drawled. The group made their way out and Aomine trudged behind, completely devastated. What a beauty that man was and what a waste! He felt like he had let a chance of a lifetime slip through his fingers and that upset him more than it should. Especially when the other party was someone he didn't even know. Kise walked up to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him in close. "Aominecchi relax! We'll probably never see that hottie again!" "That's precisely the problem." Aomine mumbled, his head hanging low. "That was highly inappropriate you basketball idiot!" Midorima still looked utterly scandalised and the sight almost made Aomine smile. Almost. As they walked towards the stadium, Aomine's heart broke bit by bit. He wasn't sure what it was about the red head, he just felt like there was so much more between them than just that thick sexual tension. He felt a connection, as cliche as that may be. Especially when he never believed in sappy things like that. Aomine sighed heavily, watching his friends laugh and joke in front of him. He knew he was bisexual from the beginning, with no preference for one or the other. Even with a list of partners that was a bit too long for someone his age, Aomine had never once been in love. He hadn't fallen for the red head, or so he believed but there was something there. Had he let go of an opportunity of a lifetime? Did he make a mistake getting off that train? His thoughts were eventually halted when they reached the stadium and walked in, looking for some good seats. 'Fuck it. Can't do shit now. Might as well watch this match and leave.' His chest still squeezed a bit too painfully but he endured. He would be fine, he just needed sometime to get over the shock of meeting someone so attractive. The whistle blew and Seirin made their entrance. They didn't look like a particularly strong team but looks were often deceptive. He spotted Kiyoshi, a note worthy player, Kuroko and- Aomine gasped and grabbed the railing in front of him, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. The red head was talking to Kuroko casually, smiling and laughing and frowning in quick succession. With every change, Aomine's heart sped up. He really was beautiful. Aomine couldn't believe his amazing luck. He wasn't going to let the red head slip away again, no way in hell. Kuroko suddenly looked up and found the group who all looked amused at the sight of the red head. Kuroko waved at them, turned to the red head and pointed at the group. Kagami looked up and his eyes immediately met Daiki's. Aomine tried his hardest not to blush, but it was hard when the red head clearly flushed red. They continued their warm up and suddenly Aomine was looking forward to this match. Very much so. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aomine wasn't sure when exactly it happened, but somewhere in the middle of the match, he knew he had fallen in love. Completely. Kagami was an amazing player. On par with the GoM even. He was fast, strong, flexible, his jump was insane and he was fierce like a tiger. And he looked like he loved playing. Like it was the most fun thing to do. Aomine wondered if he wore a similar expression when he played. He loved the game with all his heart too. He couldn't look away, not even for a second. There were moments when he would catch the red head's eyes, and he'd give Aomine a lop sided grin from before continuing. Each smile made Aomine's knees a bit weaker. The match came to an end and Seirin had completely crushed the other team. Aomine jumped to his feet. He had a sudden idea, something so unlike him but falling in love wasn't his style either, so this wasn't too strange. He sprinted out the door, and he could hear Satsuki shout after him. "Dai-chan where are you going?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kagami wasn't going to lie, he had played his most impressive game today. And it was because of a certain dark skinned, blue haired boy. Kuroko had told him his name was Aomine Daiki. The name rolled off his tongue in the most comfortable way, and the very thought of the blunette made him blush. The incident on the train was hilarious but the attraction he felt towards the blunette was a more serious matter. When his station had arrived, Kagami felt a lot worse than he thought he would. Watching him leave was painful but he was a total stranger so he let the matter slide. When his eyes landed on the same blunette he felt his cheeks warm. He begged every god that it wasn't hallucinations or wishful thinking. It wasn't apparently. After the match however, when he looked up Aomine was nowhere in sight. Kagami's stomach dropped and he frowned. Where did the blunette go? "I saw Aomine-kun rush out the door Kagami-kun. He looked like he was in a hurry." Kagami blushed furiously. "That doesn't matter idiot! Let's go change. I want food, I'm so hungry." It was already late in the evening, so dinner sounded good. The two of them made it to the locker room, showered and changed into some comfortable clothes. Kagami refused to ask Kuroko for Aomine's number. He also refused to admit that he was super upset that he hadn't gotten to talk to the boy a little more. He was definitely interested, a lot more than he allowed himself to believe. They walked out of the stadium and Kagami said a quick bye to Kuroko before heading over to his bike. Just as he reached out for the keys he heard a loud shout. "WAIT!" That voice. That voice that sounded like melted chocolate and sin itself. Kagami turned around and found himself facing Aomine, who was slightly bent over, catching his breath. He had probably run a long distance. He was panting and Kagami couldn't help associate the motion with things done behind closed doors. Preferably on a bed. Or a wall. He blushed again, and it didn't help that Aomine looked up and gave him a gorgeous smile. He simply stared at Aomine who finally straightened up. He looked slightly nervous and hella embarrassed. Kagami cleared his throat. He was going to talk to Aomine. This was his chance! Suddenly, a bouquet of flowers were presented to him. They looked vibrant, smelled amazing and had a sweet sentiment attached to them. He looked at Aomine's face and was startled to see just how red the boy had gotten. He quickly accepted the bouquet and inhaled the scent, loving it immensely. He felt Aomine relax a bit and when he looked at the boy's face again, his smile melted Kagami. "So," Aomine muttered, and finally grinned cheekily, "Dinner?"
