reader: gender neutral. pronouns unmentioned. second point of view.
warnings: feelings of emptiness/discontent, frustration, food (a sandwich), sleep mention, betting (a sandwich)
notes: i liked the metaphor in this one.
Interest wanes for Aomine as quickly as the moon phases. An initial graduality of fading moonlight followed by a steep descent into neglect: left empty and diminished.
Content is nonexistent at the top. It makes his philosophy to stop looking for it at all, and let the world turn grey.
Which is why he’s ever so surprised when you bring color back.
You shove him awake in class when everybody else considers him a lost cause, you bet your sandwich in a game of sticks when his stomach grumbles, you pretend he’s sick so he can calm down in the abandoned nurse’s office whenever he’s frustrated.
Maybe the way you go about it is sly. Maybe it’s loud. Maybe it’s quiet. But it’s less about how you go about it, and more you do that keeps him from pushing you away.
Gradually, you create the beginning of a slow reacclimation to the world of light and hue.
And he finds he finally wants to to try again: to make you feel that way around him too.