âMany people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, âWhat do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.â Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.â
Tumblr can be a wonderful place if youâre interested in arts, music, fandoms, or social justice. But it can also be very toxic sometimes, so please be careful and remember :
- You donât like something? Blacklist it. Simple as that. Donât be the kind of people who send anon hate, or that simply keeps complaining. People will have different opinions, and like different things. So just blacklist it. Unfollow people if their blog makes you feel bad.
- Fighting for equality between genders is great. But donât think that all women are your allies and all men your enemies. Also, if youâre a feminist, youâve got to call out misogynistic/sexist women (even when theyâre POC) on their crap when you can.
- Fighting for equality between races is also a great thing. But donât fall into the perpetual victimization of POC that tumblr loves. Being a POC does not give you a free pass to be a jerk to white people who didnât do anything to you personally. Just because a POC say something, doesnât mean itâs right. <- This does not excuse racist white people though.
- White women donât own feminism. But Black women donât either. Actually, no one âinventedâ feminism. Women (and some men too) of all races, throughout all ages, have been questioning relationships between men and women. White/Asian/South American⊠women didnât wait for Black women (or for any other women) to become feminists and to theorize it. <- This does not excuse racist white feminist though.
- Being in a minority does not allow you to be a jerk, be it to other minorities, or to men/white/cis/straight people. No. Not under any circumstances.
- Never feel bad just because you belong to a majority.
- Hating people just because they belong to a majority does make you a bad person. Not only does it help no one, your hatred will only consume yourself. There is a difference between discussing privileges and injustices in your society (which is a good thing) and deciding that men/white/straight/cis people are not sad enough and should feel bad about themselves for this sole reason.
- POC are not perfect angels. Even today, slavery and colonization are still a thing (though unofficial) in several POC countries. Also, reverse racism in America does not exist, but discrimination against white people does in some non-white countries. Sorry to break it to you, but being white doesnât mean youâll never face racism. White people are not imperialist by nature, and POC are certainly not generous, open-minded victims by nature. <- This does not excuse racism in white countries.
- You donât tell people what they should be emotionally invested in or not, and especially not in the name of social justice. People will care about what they want. You canât ask people to be sad because they donât struggle as much as you in life.
Let me elaborate a bit on this point.
You donât tell people how to feel. You can only expect people to be respectful (be it of your grief, of your struggles), because everyone deserve respect and everyone should be respectful. However : you canât expect people to be sad and emotionally invested in everything. It is wrong, unhealthy, and just plain impossible. I repeat it : it is not possible to care about everything. You will only crumble under the misery of this world. And you canât ask people to do that.
Would you randomly come up to strangers in the street and tell them : âHow dare you be happy ? My brother just died, killed by a car ! How come youâre not crying because of it ? You were sad when your best friend died ! You donât care about me ! How dare you try to feel good and happy ?â No you wouldnât. So why is it okay to do this on tumblr ? It isnât.
You donât make people feel guilty for not being sad about everything that happen on the planet.
- Also, you donât make people feel guilty for being more emotionally invested in events that happen close to them/to people like them.
- People are only responsible for what they do personally. You donât blame a whole country for the way their media treat an event. Because spoiler : they donât control it. If you feel like an event is not covered enough, fine, talk about it. But if to do so you try to make this countryâs people feel guilty/passive-aggressively complain about how over-covered other events are, youâre just a jerk. Youâre not helping anyone, and you just want an excuse to spread hate. You donât make a candle shine brighter by spitting on the others.
- You donât help minorities by hating a majority. And that is true whether you belong to this minority or not. Seriously, donât. Not only is it a dick move, youâll only hurt your own cause.
- Celebrities donât have to care about social justice if they donât want to. That doesnât mean that you should excuse them if they do something really gross, but other than that you canât expect them to fight for other people/to be educated on social justice. Also, donât idealize them : youâll only be disappointed.
- Actually, no one has to care about social justice issues. Everyone should learn to respect other people, in order to not cause more suffering in the world, true. But other than respect, you canât ask anything from anyone. Â People should only fight for social justice if they want to. Caring about yourself/people like you first does not make you a bad person. <- This does not mean you can be a sexist/homophobic/racist jerk, though.
- One of the most important thing : donât rely on tumblr to tell you what to think, what to like, etc. Even the most educated and moderate blogs sometimes make mistakes.
Also, two more things more fandom related :
- There is nothing inherently wrong or transphobic with genderbending/rule 63/whatever you want to call it, as it is something totally different from transexuel/non-binary/genderqueer headcanons, and as one does not prevent the other from existing. Sure, the treatment of genderbent character can be badly done (see for instance the hypersexualization of some bent-to-female characters), but it is not frequent and it doesnât mean the concept of genderbending itself is wrong.
- You donât tell people what they can ship or not. You find a ship really gross ? Blacklist it/politely ask people to tag it if they donât. But people can ship whatever they want, and if you think youâre some godly instance that can decide what ship are problematic or not, you are mistaken. There is nothing wrong with any ship (as long as they are aware that the ship is unhealthy, if this is the case). People know the difference between reality and fiction. Iâll repeat it : as long as you donât shove it in other peopleâs face and youâre aware of the (potentially unhealthy) dynamics of a ship, there is nothing wrong with any ship. Itâs fiction, people. If you canât understand this, you are the one who donât separate fiction and reality correctly.
tl;dr : Fighting for a better world is a good thing. But if you only fight through hate, you donât actually care about making a better world, you just want to spread hate. No one should feel bad about themselves for things they canât control.
You donât show solidarity towards people who struggle by hating people who donât.
Heâd just left work and was wondering if Shuuzou would be late again today, when as if answering his thoughts, his phone rang in his pocket.
âIâll be lateâ Shuuzou informed him as soon as he picked up the phone.
âOkâ Shougo replied.
âOk?â
He didnât get the reason why he sounded so surprised.
âWhat did you want me to say?â Shougo asked, snorting.
âI donât knowâ Shuuzou paused âIâve been late a lot latelyâ
âI know you haveâ Shougo acknowledged simply.
Shuuzou remained silent for a few moments.
âAlright, Iâll be home at about tenâ he told him.
âGot it, see you laterâ
And Shougo hung up.
He heaved the sigh heâd been holding in during that short phone call, and put his phone back in his pocket.
Once again, heâd be bored to no end for a couple of hours.
He wondered if he should find himself a hobby.
There was always basketball; the problem was that he had no one to play with, so it was out of the question, because playing basketball alone is no fun.
Haizaki didnât know what led him to do something like that, but it was too late to think about that now.
One moment Nijimura was being a pain in the ass, scolding him again for skipping practice and showing up in the gym with a swollen cheek and dried blood on his hair and face, and the next moment he had his senpaiâs face in his hands and was fiercely pulling him down towards him, aggressively kissing him dead on the lips.
The sun was not fully set yet and twilightâs reddish colors still burned in the horizon, predicting that the night would be almost as hot as the day.
The heat was unbearable and he hated it.
A faint buzz from restless insects rang in his ears and his sticky sweat ran unpleasantly down his temples and back.
âShitâ he cursed under his breath as he wiped the sweat off his brow.
At least his head felt fresh, thanks to his convenient hairstyle.
âI shouldnât have left the houseâ he thought in annoyance âI shouldnât have let that asshole talk me into getting out with this shitty weather. If I was home at least I could lie down in front of the fan, even though the house feels like an ovenâ
But it was too late to regret it now; heâd already walked about ten kilometers.
The day dawned sunny and fresh, the morning was peaceful and the birds chirped cheerfully by the window.
It was perfect, especially because they woke up naked in the warmth of each otherâs arms.
But then, Kise looked at alarm clock, and ruined everything.
âGAHHHH!â he yelled in panic, getting away from Aomine.
âDudeâŠâ Aomine complained, extremely annoyed about waking up with all that noise âWhatâs wrong?â he asked with the natural morning hoarseness, rubbing his eyes and frowning at the sun light.
âAominecchi! Itâs already a quarter past eight!â Kise informed startled, getting rid of the blanket and jumping off of the bed. Of course he shouldnât have done it that fast, but he only realized that when he was already face down on the floor.
Aomine laughed at that stupid scene and looked at the time, but didnât move at all.
âWhat a pain in the assâŠâ he mumbled apathetically âI donât feel like going to class at allâŠcanât we stay in bed all day?â
âNo! We have to go, Aominecchi!â Kise scolded, already standing and getting dressed, going through his sports bag to see if there was something missing âDammit! I forgot my t-shirt! Can I take one of yours?â he asked, already opening Aomineâs drawers to look for it.
âSure, help yourselfâ Aomine mumbled uninterestedly.
âThanksâ he shoved the first t-shirt he saw into his bag, and looked at his boyfriend, still lying naked on the bed âArenât you coming?â he scowled.
âI could beâ he smirked, narrowing his eyes and looking at him âWanna give me a hand with that~?â
Kise blushed angrily.
âThis is serious, Aominecchi!â
âAh, what a pain, Iâll goâŠin a minute or soâ he rolled his eyes in annoyance.
âFine, Iâm going first then! Iâll call you later!â he stated heatedly, practically hopping onto his boyfriend and aggressively grabbing his face to give him a goodbye kiss, which turned out to be longer and deeper than expected.
Aomine wanted to try and convince him to stay after that excessively enthusiastic kiss, which showed just how torn Kise was about leaving him there and going to class, but his boyfriend had already rushed out his house.
*
Kise left the house running and it was running that he got to school 15 minutes late.
It was no big deal, he only had to smile brightly and apologize.
And his day was perfectly normal, nothing weird happened, he was barely harassed by his fangirls, and all was as good as usual.
At the end of the day he went to the locker room, got changed to go to practice, all the normal stuff. Heâd even remembered to check his bag and noticed that he hadnât brought a t-shirt, but given that heâd borrowed one from Aomine, even that was perfect.
It was only when he entered the gym that he realized that something was wrong.
His teammates were staring at him awkwardly, but he couldnât understand why, so he simply smiled brightly, like he always did.
âWere you paid to advertise Touou or something like that, moron?â Kasamatsu frowned, glaring at his kouhai.
âEh?â Kise was genuinely confused when he heard his boyfriendâs school name âWhy?â he asked.
âThat t-shirt youâre wearing, dumbassâ, Kasamatsu retorted âDid you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?â he asked in annoyance.
And Kise finally looked down, blushing aggressively at what he saw.
Heâd brought a black t-shirt with Tououâs logo.
âWAHH!!â he exclaimed loudly, waving his arms exaggeratedly and closing his eyes before hugging himself, feeling extremely embarrassed. Oh god, how the hell didnât he notice that!?
âWell, it doesnât matterâ, Kasamatsu grumbled âLetâs start practice at once! You, twenty laps!â he told Kise who complied silently, still beet red.
And no one said another word about it, because everyone knew exactly whose t-shirt was that.
*
âAominecchi-i-i-iâŠâ, Kise whined on the phone, after practice, as soon as his boyfriend picked his phone up.
Aomine didnât answer right away; he immediately started laughing when he heard his boyfirendâs whining voice.
âWhatâs so funny?â Kise asked, still whining like a little kid âIâm dying hereâŠâ
âWhat did they say when they saw the t-shirt you were wearing?â he asked, amused, when he finally stopped laughed.
Kise was scandalized.
âAHH! You noticed and didnât warn me, you big meanie!â Kise accused both surprised and angry.
âYou rushed out of my house, when I noticed it was already too lateâ Aomine stated âBut say, was it fun?â he teased, laughing.
âShut up! It was so embarrassing, Iâd never felt more embarrassed in my life!â he complained âKasamatsu-senpai asked if Iâd woken up on the wrong side of the bedâ
Aomine stopped laughing a bit, and one could almost see the smug look on his face on the other end of the line.
âWell, at least he knows who owns that fine piece of ass~â he teased, in the most seductive tone he could manage, which in all honesty, was not that hard.
Kise snorted, suddenly he wasnât feeling that embarrassed anymore, hearing him saying it like that made everything go away.
He knew he was actually just jealous, and he thought that it was rather cute.
âHmâŠitâs nice to hear you say that, Aominecchiâ he said âAnd this way, they all know who owns that fine piece of ass as well, because Iâm even advertising it~â he teased, playfully.
âDoes that mean that youâre willing to share this?â Aomine teased back.
âOf course not! Iâm only advertising to let them all know that I can have something that no one else can~â Kise stated, smirking seductively.
Final note: This was adapted to English from an old fic Iâd wrote a long time ago, because I wanted to write something for Aokise day but unfortunately I didnât have any inspiration, so...eh twtâ //lies down//
Oh, and sorry about mistakes and the sort, yeah, the usual ăœ(ïŒâœïŒ)ă
âOh my God! Pull that thing out!â Aomine groaned in pain.
âShut up, moron! Take it like a man! You had it coming!â Wakamatsu growled.
âNo I fucking didnâOh Shit! It hurts! Easy, easy!â He moaned in a hoarse whine.
The sound of something heavy and soft hitting the floor could be heard from outside the lockers when Aomine fell on his back and gasped.
âDammit! Get off of me! What was that for!?â Aomine yelled in angered pain.
âItâs easier this way, dumbass! Try not to move so muchâ
âAs if I can, this position is uncomfortable as hell! And canât you be a little gentler, you fucking brute?â Aomine complained.
âNo! You deserve it!â was Wakamatsuâs angry reply âNow bite this and hold on to the bench! Itâs too deep!â
The reply was a muffled pained groan and the metallic sound of the bench being dragged.
*
Tououâs team was currently at an impasse.
It had started when they got to the door to the locker room, upon being presented with that shocking situation, they were all rendered speechless. For about 15 minutes, they were completely unable to react.
 âDo you think we should do something about it? LikeâŠyou know, go in there and tell them that itâs not cool do stuff like that in the locker room?â Susa whispered to his teammates, finally breaking the silence.
The mood was both heavy and awkward. No one ever expected that Wakamatsu and Aomine would ever do something like that, given that they couldnât stand each other.
They looked at each other as if to see if someone was willing to volunteer, but it was obvious that all of them enjoyed living too much to willingly enter the dragonâs cave when the dragon was hungry.
âI th-think that theyâre hurting each otherâŠâ Sakurai whispered, shaking nervously, almost in tears.
âMore like Wakamatsu is hurting Aomine you obviously mean, ladâ Imayoshi sneered âI am not going in there, I have lots of plans for the future and dying at the age of 18 is not one of themâ
âBut someone has to make it stopâŠâ Susa insisted, gulping painfully, as in that exact moment Aomine started moaning, clearly in pain, after a particularly pained yelp âIt seems to me like Wakamatsu still has some hard feelings for AomineâŠâ
âOh my GodâŠthat shit is huge! Iâm going to die!â he whined.
âDonât be such a whiny bitch, the size is perfectly normal! And itâd be worse if you were allergic to it, which you obviously arenât, so shut upâ Wakamatsu growled angrily âThereâs still more from where that came fromâ he sounded very sadistic âhold stillâ
âFuck you, you brute...I hate youâŠâ Aomine had literally started sobbing in anger and a sudden thud was heard âYou asshole, you're doing it on purpose! Itâs so black, oh my GodâŠâ
âOuch! If you punch me again Iâll kill you! And be quiet, I canât believe youâre crying, Jesus! What a baby!â Wakamatsu scoffed angrily âAnd youâre the one who asked me to do it, I told you to get rid of it yourself. So be thankful that Iâm doing it for you, dickheadâ
Not a sound could be heard outside the room, they were too shocked about those scandalous revelations.
âIt is⊠black?â Sakurai mumbled almost unconsciously.
âHard feelings indeedâ Imayoshi noted, in shock âWellâŠat least he asked for itâ he snorted, trying to lighten the mood, but it didnât work at all âAnd at least we know heâs not allergic to it, eh?â
 In that moment, Satsuki showed up, looking kind of annoyed.
âWhat are you guys doing here standing by the door? I want to go homeâ she complained âWhereâs Dai-ch--!â
âWakamatsu! Stop! It hurts so much!â Aomine moaned in pain, and the sound of the bench being dragged was heard again âOh my GodâŠis it still in there?â he sobbed.
âI told you to bite that!â Wakamatsu scolded âOf course itâs still in there! Stop moving or I wonât be able to take it out!â
Satsuki paled in horror.
âWhatâs happening in there!?â she asked.
Susa looked at her dead in the eye.
âItâs black, huge, and apparently Aomine asked for itâ
Imayoshi and Sakurai nodded gravely.
âDo you think theyâreâŠstuck?â Imayoshi suggested after a few seconds of contemplation, while scratching his chin.
Her face suddenly became beet red.
âOh my God! And Dai-chan is crying! Are you sure he asked for it!? He doesnât sound like heâs enjoying himself very much!â
âPeople react differently to stuffâ Imayoshi stated, shrugging.
The other two nodded.
Satsuki got angry.
âHeâs in pain! I wonât let Wakamatsu-senpai hurt Dai-chan like that even if he deserves to be punished sometimes, thatâs not ok!â she shrieked angrily.
Satsukiâs protective friend mode had just been enabled; she wasnât simply going to stay there while her friend was being tortured.
âIâm going in!â she declared summoning all of her fighting spirit, in order to prepare herself to whatever sight was going to be presented to her.
A loud âNO!â was still heard when they tried to stop her from doing that, but it was already too late, sheâd already opened the door.
âThatâs it, thatâs the last one!â Wakamatsu spurted angrily.
âThank God!â Aomine whined, cleaning his face with his trembling hands.
Satsuki and the boys stood silently by the door looking at them.
It was very awkward.
They were both on the floor; Wakamatsu was still wearing the clothes heâd used to practice and was kneeling on top of Aomine, who was wet from head to toe, in his underwear and lying on his back.
Wakamatsu held a pair of tweezers in his hand and a few small black pointy things were scattered on the floor; both boys were now looking at them.
âWhat happened here?â Susa deadpanned.
 The locker room was a mess, it looked like a battlefield; everything that was usually standing was now lying on the floor, including the lockers, and there was water everywhere, including on the walls.
âThis asshole got himself stung by beesâ Wakamatsu growled, getting off of him and reaching his hand to help him up.
âIt wasnât my fault! They attacked me, those wild beasts!â Aomine retorted, accepting the hand and standing up as well.
âYou hit their hive with a basketball!â Wakamatsu yelled at him.
âI didnât know it was a hive! Why was there a hive there anyway!?â Aomine yelled back.
âI donât know, but you should be able to recognize a fucking hive when you see one, dumbass! What did you think it was? A fancy new decoration!?â
âShut the fuck up, moron!â
âDonât call me names! I saved your stupid life! I should have let them eat you alive! I even helped you get rid of the stings! You should be thankful, you lousy brat!â
âYeah, you gave me a shower with that hose! Thanks a lot!â the ungrateful sarcasm made Wakamatsu gasp in rage âAnd you hurt me as much as you could, you brute! Screw you!â he was massaging his chest and arms, where several red spots could be seen.
âHow did you expect me to get rid of the bees!? Everyone knows they donât like water!â Wakamatsu felt extremely offended âI knew I should have let natural selection do its thingâ
And it was Aomineâs turn to feel offended.
âHuh!? Natural selection!? What the fuck do you mean!? That Iâm too stupid to live!?â he got closer to him, clenching his fists, and they were now forehead on forehead, practically growling at each other.
"Yeah! What are you going to do about it!?â Wakamatsu challenged.
Arguing so heatedly, they didnât notice the awkward smiles their teammates were sharing with each other.
âWhat!?â Aomine spurted angrily getting away from Wakamatsu, when he suddenly noticed that something was wrong, and raising an eyebrow, looking at them.
âUmâŠyeahâŠyou knowâŠit sounded like something else, from outside the doorâŠit was very misleadingâ it was Imayoshi who spoke, scratching the back of his neck âWe thought that you were, erm, âbondingâ a bitâŠâ
âWHAT!?â Aomine blushed angrily âWhat the fuck do you mean!?â
Wakamatsu stared at them incredulous for a few seconds before completely losing his shit. They slowly and awkwardly joined him.
âShut up!â Aomine yelled at him âThey thought we were fucking, this is no laughing matter, moron! I donât want people thinking Iâm fucking you!â
Wakamatsu recovered some of his composure, he was clearly having lots of fun with that situation, and put an arm around Aomineâs shoulders.
âWell, honey, I do think that your moaning voice is kind of sexy, so if you change your mind, you know where to find me~â he trolled shamelessly, pulling him closer and breathing in his ear.
Everyone held their breaths upon seeing the murderous look on Aomineâs flushed face.
And thatâs the story of when Wakamatsu almost lost his arm and Tououâs basketball team had to run for their lives.
As per usual, I'm very sorry about mistakes and all that.Â
I don't know what to say, I couldn't help myself. This is the epitome of stupidity //cries//
It got kind of shippy in the end, so...anon-san, hope I could make you at least laugh a bit //lies down//
And let's all take a moment to imagine Aomine's experience with the bees given that he's already scared of them.
Wakamatsu actually saves his life here, it would be My Girl all over again if he wasn't there. But he took the chance to get back at him as much as he could.
Ok, enough of this. I have no excuse, please allow me to shut the fuck up.
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Fujimaki-sensei, Shounen Jump, etc.
Title: Hazed feelings
Pairing: Aomine/Kise (Aokise)
Requested by: bent-not-straight-ooh~
Prompt: â(âŠ)Aomine comes home from the 23 year old married AU and Kise got a bunny suit from his co-workers. Like Aomine hasn't been home for two weeks because of a special SWAT operation assignment and Kise just wants him to unwind.â
 âWalking outside at 11pm on a snowy January night should be illegalâ, Aomine grumpily thought, as he felt the freezing night wind hitting his face and a dense cloud of his own breath left his lips as he walked down the street.
Snow kept falling, cold and wet, covering his path with a slippery soft blanket of snow flakes.
He was back from Afghanistan after a two weeks special operation; he couldnât wait to see him again. His body was tired, he needed to rest, his muscles felt hard and tense and he had bruises all over, but the thought of seeing him again, made him forget all that, and he smiled lightly.
Theyâd spoke earlier on the phone, Aomine was supposed to arrive that afternoon at about six, but because of the snow, the train he was in couldnât move, and they had to wait until they managed to remove all the snow from the rails. The train had stopped in the middle of nowhere, literally, not even houses could be seen outside the windows, only trees covered in snow and endless white fields. Of course, in such a place, there was no network at all, to everyoneâs dismay. Aomine wanted to let Kise know that heâd be late, but he obviously couldnât, and he was in such a foul mood he almost punched his comrade when he asked him what time it was. When the train could finally move again, it was already past eight, and when the network came back he noticed that he had two missed calls from Kise.
Two?
âThatâs oddâ, heâd thought raising a brow as he called him back.
He usually called him once and waited for him to see the missed call and call him back; he never made a fuss about it.
âHey, babyâ
âDaikicchi!â was his excited reply âWhere are you? Youâre so mean, you said youâd be here by six and itâs already past eight, Iâm home now⊠â he could almost see him pouting on the other end of the line.
Aomine sighed.
âIâm sorry, the train Iâm in couldnât move because of the snow, theyâve been cleaning the rails, and we started moving a few moments agoâ he explained, in an annoyed tone âGood to know you went home, itâd be pointless to waitâ
âYeahâŠI know, I waited âtil seven⊠I wasâŠâ he paused for a moment. Was he hesitating? â âI was a little worried, but it seems like there was no reason for it, right? Daikicchi is coming back!â His voice was normal after all, he sounded as cheerful as always.
Aomine smiled fondly.
âThatâs right, babyâ he said, smirking mischievously âDo you have some sort of welcome present for your boy? I think he deserves it~â
He heard Kise chuckling.
âOh~ does Daikicchi have any special requests?â he asked in a seductive purr.
âI donât know, surprise me, you know what I likeâ Aomine answered, scoffing softly and smirking.
âHm⊠yes, I do⊠Daikicchi is so cute~â he muffled his giggling voice âand I know exactly what Daikicchi needs after two weeks in Afghanistan, in the middle of all that dust and those angry swat soldiers~â
âOh~? I canât wait to see that, thenâ Aomine smiled widely.
âYouâll be surprised, I promise~!â
And that was basically how the conversation went; now Aomine was walking home after the train finally got to the station where Kise had been waiting for him a few hours ago. It was only about 30 minutes by foot, so it wasnât that far.
It was now 11:15pm.
He entered the building and immediately felt the difference from the temperature outside and inside, even though it wasnât exactly warm in the hall. The elevator was still out of service, and he glared at it, as if that would make it start moving, before taking the stairs. They lived on the fourth floor, so it wasnât that hard to take the stairs, the problem was that he was extremely tired, his muscles were all tense and he could feel them screaming for some rest, on a soft bed, preferably in his boyfriendâs arms, and perhaps a warm bath before that.
He smiled at how perfect that sounded; it was the very definition of happiness.
The door was open, of course he was waiting for him, he wouldnât expect any less from him, but the lights were completely off inside their apartment, not a single light could be seen.
âRyouta?â he called, in a suspicious tone.
And suddenly the dark yellow lamp that usually stood near the couch was lit beside his bedroomâs door.
Aomine was lost for words, he couldnât believe his eyes.
He was standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb, in a black corseted playboy bunny costume, with fish-net white stockings and the respective fluffy tail in the same colour.
Aomineâs mouth fell agape; he looked so feminine it was unreal. How could a 1.89 meters tall, well built man manage that? Maybe it was the pose, with his hand elegantly placed on his waist and his slightly bent leg that gave more volume to his hips and made his body look curvier. That was probably some sort of modeling trick, as expected from a professional model and an extremely skilled copycat.
He looked gorgeous, absolutely stunning.
Aomine wanted to say something, but looking at his boyfriendâs face he noticed that he was making an effort not to laugh, and suddenly he wanted to laugh too.
They were so silly.
Aomine couldnât avoid a little chuckle, covering his mouth and looking away from his lover.
âAhâŠdonât laugh, Daikicchi! Youâre so mean!â Kise complained, pouting âAfter all the trouble I went through to get my coworker to get this for me! And I had to put it on myself! It was hard!â he whined, blushing.
Aomine felt his face heat up as well and got a little angry, glaring at his tempting boyfriend,
âIâm laughing because of you! I saw it in your face, you wanted to laugh too, idiotâŠâ he protested, frowning and looking away from him.
âNo I didnâtâŠâ Kise mumbled stubbornly pouting like a little kid, blushing and crossing his arms in front of his chest, looking away as well.
He was betrayed by a small chuckle that left his lips and he bit his lip to try and cover it, as he looked at Aomine from the corner of his eye.
Aomine noticed him chuckling and looked at him.
They were really, really silly.
âCome here, babyâ he said, completely dropping the cranky face and smiling, as he opened his arms.
Kise didnât have to be told twice.
âI missed you so much, Daikicchi, you idiot!â he whined, as he practically hopped onto him and threw himself into his arms, tightly hugging him by the neck, hiding his face in his shoulder.
Aomine held him tightly in his arms as well, putting both his arms around his bunny boy, he brought him as close to him as possible.
âI missed you too, Ryoutaâ Aomine whispered in his ear, slowly aspiring the sweet and fresh scent of his loverâs body and smiling softly.
He was finally home.
They stood in that silent hug for more than a minute.
Kise didnât seem to want to let go, and Aomine didnât complain, he wanted to feel his boyfriendâs body as well, but it wasnât normal for Kise to do that; heâd been out in missions for more than a week before, and although he usually gave him tight hugs when he came back, they usually didnât last that long.
âDoes Daikicchi want a warm bath?â he asked smiling fondly, looking at him, still with his hands on his boyfriendâs neck.
âThat would be perfectâ Aomine almost moaned at how wonderful that sounded.
âI prepared a bath for you~â Kise said smiling and kissing the tip of his nose.
Aomine smirked, slightly tilting his head to the side.
âFor me? Canât it be for us?â he suggested.
Kise returned his smirk and pinched his cheek.
âOf course it can, Daikicchi, you naughty boy. But Iâll have to take the costume offâ he said, chuckling.
âAh, itâs fine, it was worth the sightâ Aomine stated, chuckling as well and getting away from him, to take a good look at him âDamn, you need to keep the costumeâ
Kise laughed.
âDonât worry about that, I willâ he assured âLetâs take care of you now, ok? Let me help you with that backpackâ he said unbuckling his backpack.
âItâs heavyâ Aomine warned when Kise grabbed it and pulled it from his shoulders.
âI knowâ Kise said, smiling, easily taking it in his arms and leaning it against the couch âdonât worry, Iâm strongâ he made a pose, which with the bunny costume looked hilarious, showing off his biceps and looking extremely proud of himself.
Aomine laughed at that as he massaged his sore shoulders.
âI know you areâ he acknowledged honestly ânow, whereâs that heavenly hot bath?â
*
âRyoutaâ Aomine called calmly.
âYes?â Kise purred in his ear, kissing his cheek and smiling.
The bathroom was shrouded with a cloud of white hot steam of their warm bath, and even though the heater was on everything seemed faint and distant amidst all that steam.
Their bathtub was big enough for the both of them to fit in there at the same time, and Aomine was sitting between Kiseâs legs, leaning against his bare chest and resting the nape of his neck on his shoulder. Kise was caressing his body softly, massaging it lightly to relax his tense muscles.
Theyâd been like that for almost 15 minutes; the actual bath part was already over.
âAre you happy?â Aomine asked, in a sluggish hoarse voice.
Although seemingly random, it was a simple question, with a simple answer.
âYesâ Kise replied, smiling fondly.
âMe too, right now, Iâm the happiest man aliveâ Aomine said, closing his eyes and smiling.
ââRight nowââ Kise repeated smiling. He then stopped his massages and tightly hugged the tanned manâs torso from behind, crossing his arms in from of his chest, and rested his chin on his shoulder.
Aomine, although in an extremely indolent state, noticed that something was off and slightly opened his eyes, looking at the blondeâs face near his to study his expression. Heâd actually noticed that something was wrong when they first talked on the phone that afternoon.
âIs there something you want to tell me?â he asked, reaching up his hand to lightly caress his boyfriendâs hair âDid something happen? Youâve been acting weirdâ
Kise didnât open his eyes and didnât move at all.
âI have?â he asked, vaguely, somewhat confused.
âYou haveâ now Aomine was sure that something was wrong, he never used that tone, and he was too stiff, as if he was trying to hide something âWhat happened?â
Silence.
âPleaseâ Aomine insisted.
And Kise finally raised his face, and looked at him, smiling as if he was in pain.
âYou havenât received any information from Afghanistan after you left, have you?â he asked.
âNo, the communication is scarce there, not to mention that we were stuck in the snow for ages with no network at allâ Aomine stated, slightly confused.
What was that all of a sud--
Aomine felt all the blood being drained from his body.
âWhat happened there?â he asked.
âAs I thought, you havenâtâ Kise sighed âIâŠwell, there was breaking news this morning, saying that thereâd been an incident in Afghanistan this morning andâŠand there were no survivorsâ he informed, pausing a little to breathe âAn entire squadâ
Aomine couldnât speak for a moment, as he felt his heart clench and his mind suddenly woke up, getting away from Kise, as he tried to figure out what could have happened.
His comrades deadâŠheâd spoken to them before leaving, it had to be the squad that replaced his.
âShitâŠâ was all he could whisper.
âIâm sorry, DaikicchiâŠâ Kise whispered, hugging him again âI didnât want to bother you with that right nowâŠâ
Aomine sighed.
âShit happensâ he finally accepted âWhen you sign up to be a soldier you know what youâre signing up for, had it been me, I wouldnât be caught by surprise. Itâs the price of peace, we put our lives on the line for a greater goodâ he stated, calmly.
Kise gulped painfully, widening his eyes for a second before smiling and looking down, silently clenching his teeth.
âI knowâ he managed to murmur.
And Aomine realized that heâd said too much and felt like a moron. Thatâs not something one should say to people they love, but of course Kise wasnât going to say anything, of course he wasnât going to complain, because it was the truth, and he accepted it, without commenting, like he always did. He always tried to suppress his emotions, but they always got the best of him, and he couldnât stop his tears.
Noticing that he was making an inhuman effort not to cry, Aomine moved away from his arms and stood up to turn around and face him. The blonde was surprised by the sudden movement, and looked at him confusedly with his weirdly dry eyes, and was even more surprised when he found himself tightly held between his boyfriendâs arms. It was now Kise who was sitting between Aomineâs legs inside the bathtub.
âSorryâ Aomine whispered in Kiseâs ear, and that was all it took for him to start crying on his shoulder. Aomine felt his boyfriendâs body shaking in his arms and held him tighter âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have said thatâ
Realizing that Aomine knew how he was feeling he couldnât control his emotions; the more he tried to stop crying the more he cried.
Apparently heâd been swallowing his tears for a long time.
âI-Iâm s-sorry, D-daikicchiâ he sobbed, biting his bottom lip to try and stop his voice from shaking too âIâm sorry, I-Iâm b-being s-selfish, I justâŠI d-donâtâŠâ
Aomine didnât want to hear it; he suddenly held his boyfriendâs crying face, splashing water everywhere, and fiercely looked him in the eyes.
âItâs ok to be selfish! You can be selfish! Be selfish, be needy you have the right to be like that towards me! Donât hide your feelings from me!â he almost growled in anger, he was now angered, more than ever âI know that you understand what me being a soldier means, I shouldnât have said that to youâ
Kise chuckled faintly, making more tears stream down his face from his reddish eyes, and put his shaking hands over Aomineâs.
âItâs the t-truth, I know it isâŠâ he mumbled as firmly as he could âI thoughtâŠI thought Iâd lost you, Daikicchiâ he finally confessed âSince t-the moment I heard about it, I thought about th-thatâŠand when I tried calling you and it said that it was out of range I justâŠâ
âThatâs why you tried twiceâ Aomine finally understood âYou never do thatâ
Kise chuckled again. Aomine wiped the corners of his eyes with his thumbs.
âAh, you noticed th-thatâŠâ Kise mumbled, before looking up to face his boyfriendâs blue eyes âI thought you were dead, but I couldnât cryâŠit was as if I always knew that itâd be like th-that, my eyes were dry, my mouth was dry, it felt like Iâd been dra-drained, my chest felt heavyâŠand I couldnât breathe for a few seconds, but then IâŠI accepted itâ
Aomine remained silent, feeling those words like a punch to the throat.
âAnd yet you waited for me, at the train stationâ he pointed out.
Kise smiled, tightening his grip on his boyfriendâs hands and looking at him with his teary eyes.
âI didâ he simply said.
Aomine knew what it meant; he didnât need to say anything else.
âBut then you called meâ Kise proceeded, this time it was truthful smile and his eyes shined like gold âAnd suddenly everything felt stupid, all my previous emotions, those stupid thoughts, everything disappeared when I listened to the sound of your voice, Daikicchiâ
âHe was immersed in those thoughts for hoursâ Aomine thought, feeling his heart clench âand yet he managed to hide it when we talked, he didnât even cry, he just broke down because I noticed the feelings he was trying to hideâ
He was indeed very strong. It wasnât as if he couldnât live without him, he could, but he didnât want to, and his heart refused to accept losing him, even if he accepted it rationally.
He couldnât simply stop loving him.
âDonât do that again, Ryoutaâ he said after a few moments, and it was almost an order âI donât want you to hide your feelings from me, I want to see all of you, all of your faces, because I know you have more than oneâ he stated, fiercely glaring at him âand I love all of themâ
Kise returned his look his face turning into a warm shade of magenta, and didnât say anything for a few moments.
âIâll tryâ he finally said, looking down, and feeling guilty.
Aomine sighed.
That would have to do for a while; he was too tired to insist. The water was getting cold, the steam was almost gone; they would have to get out of the bathtub and send that cold water down the drain.
He brought his boyfriendâs face closer to his a placed a tender wet kiss on his lips and it tasted like tears, but oddly enough, it was very sweet.
Final Note: Excuse mistakes and the sort uwu'' I have started writing this about three months ago, I'm a sham //lies down// and damn, this didn't go as I wanted it to go twt' it was supposed to be smut but something happened along the way and I couldn't stop the fluff and the feels. I'm hopeless, excuse my soul //cries// Bentooh-san, hope you like it anyway TWT' //flies away//
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Title: ~Rainbow Panda~
Pairing: Njimura/Haizaki (nijihai)
Summary: An enlightening conversation in a coffee shop about changes, colours, and the panda side of the rainbow~ (Iâm sorry, I canât write decent summaries *cries*)
Genre: Future!AU/shounen ai/humour-ish
Rated: General
Words: 2.081
Warning: Not betaâd.
~Written for Anophiles~
Rainbow Panda
 âWhat the hell did you do to your hair?â
âWhat?â
Haizaki was startled by the sudden question that broke the silence, and instinctively assumed a defensive attitude.
They were sitting by the window of a cozy coffee shop near the stadium.
After a certain meeting with the members of the generation of miracles (group that also included Kagami Taiga and Himuro Tatsuya, god knows for what reason), Nijimura had convinced Haizaki to go grab a cup of coffee with him, to, in his own words, catch up. Albeit the fact that Haizaki had been a little reluctant at first he ended up following him.
Well, heâd thought, if I say that I donât want to, heâll just drag me along again anyway, this fucking bastard.
He hadnât met up with those idiots because he wanted to, as one could easily figure, Nijimura had made him go with him watch that stupid basketball game and to top that, after it, heâd made him meet with them for a group lecture, presided by the mighty rainbow captain himself.
Bullshit, Haizakiâd thought in contempt, waste of time, I fucking hate those bastards; I donât need any of this shit.
Yet he met with them, and it was extremely unpleasant. Standing in from of them, his former teammates, was very awkward. Especially Kise and Aomine, given all the shit heâd put them through.
Of course he wasnât there to apologize, he wouldnât do that, it wasnât like him to do something like that, he simply stood two steps behind Nijimura, with his hands stubbornly down his pockets, looking somewhere else other than them with an annoyed look on his face. But, somehow, heâd managed to convey his feeling (What feelings? Bullshit!) onto them, given that they shared a meaningful nod with him (He didnât feel better after that, at all!) and Murasakibara even tried to friendly pat his head, only to have Haizaki dodge it instinctively and angrily glare at him. No one was allowed to touch the hair. And the hair was exactly what Nijimura was suddenly concerned about.
âWhat did you do to your hair, Haizaki?â Nijimura repeated upon hearing his seemingly confused question. His piercing cold eyes were glued to Haizakiâs and his right hand circled the hot mug of hot coffee he was drinking.
Haizaki was unable to answer that question immediately, for some reason.
Heâd been tense since that phone call in the morning.
After months without actually talking to each other, Nijimura had called him as if it was most normal thing in the world, and invited him to go watch the Seirin vs. Rakuzan match. At first, Haizaki was too surprised to react, hearing the familiar voice all of a sudden was both surprising and awkward. It wasnât like theyâd completely broke contact, usually it was Nijimura who texted him to check on him, but sometimes Haizaki didnât reply, and when he did it was usually a two words reply or something like that. He didnât know what to say to him, it was too difficult and he didnât want to sound rude. This, given that he was usually extremely rude, was totally unexpected, but the people he was rude towards, were not Nijimura. Heâd always tried to not be rude with him, even if he failed at that sometimes, as itâs not that easy to fight oneâs nature.
And after nagging him for a good ten minutes, Nijimura finally convinced a grumpy and annoyed Haizaki to go with him to that damn game.
And now he was asking stupid questions and staring at him with those weird eyes, after once again nagging him into doing what he wanted.
He couldnât break eye contact, and tried to focus on something else in order to remain calm.
It was cold outside, and the sky seemed made of light because the thick white clouds covered it fully and one couldnât see the Sun. People and cars moving on the other side of the window made a distant noise, there was a song playing in the coffee shop â what was it? He was sure heâd listened to it somewhere, some classical tune⊠â but he couldnât quite focus on anything, everything seemed distant and faint because of that unnerving gaze.
âItâs a normal question, why are you so nervous? Just answer it! Pull yourself together, moron! Come on, youâre not like this!â
âI dyed itâ he finally replied, after almost two minutes of agonizing nervousness, trying to sound as firm and defying as he could.
âThis is annoying! Why am I reacting like this?! Heâs not my captain anymore! I donât have to fear him; weâre nothing to each other nowâ
âI can see thatâ Nijimura acknowledged calmly, looking slightly annoyed âbut what are thoseâŠthings?â he asked, pointing at his own head and describing the cornrows with his fingers.
Haizaki frowned suddenly and his eye twitched. Now he was angry!
Was that a disapproving tone?!
âTheyâre fucking cornrows! Theyâre cool! If you donât like them, donât look!â he hissed in anger, glaring at him in a hostile way.
âI didnât say thatâ Nijimura pointed out, taking a sip of his coffee and coldly returning his glare after putting his mug away âand watch your tone, punkâ he commanded sternly.
Something lit inside Haizakiâs chest upon hearing that order. He felt a cold electrifying shiver running down his spine and that brought him back to his senses.
He smirked, slightly leaning back and raising his chin in a smug and defying attitude, that in no way matched the unsettling fast pace of his heartbeats.
âOr what? What will you do if I donât watch my tone, Nijimura?â
Does silence have weight? Because he could swear that something unbearably heavy fell upon him right after saying that.
Nijimura didnât say anything at all, but his deep cold eyes remained dangerously glued to Haizakiâs.
âProbably kick my ass hard and goodâ Haizaki thought almost unconsciously, feeling weirdly excited about that idea, although he knew for a fact that heâd be unable to win the fight; or unable to fight back at all, just like in Teikou.
He gulped painfully, feeling cold sweat forming on the back of his neck. Nijimura kept looking at him directly, almost without blinking.
He was dead serious, and Haizaki knew that look and that stiff pose well enough to know what it meant.
Strange warmth boiled inside his stomach all of a sudden; it was weird, and it got weirder and unpleasant when he felt it spread to his chest and face.
He lowered his head in embarrassment.
âI canât believe thisâŠâ he thought angrily; he was blushing! That was unacceptable!
About three minutes had passed since the âargumentâ had started, and the winner was obvious.
âIâm sorryâŠâ Haizaki muttered in an annoyed tone.
Nijimuraâs expression finally softened, as his lips curled into a slight smile.
âIâm sorry âwhatâ?â, he asked, still looking at the boy sitting in front of him.
Haizaki felt his face burning even more and his heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. He suddenly brought his hands to his face to try and cover it up, but that was obviously a stupid idea if one wants to cover their flushed cheeks, as it only draws more attention.
He was too familiar with that âwhatâ and that tone; his body was reacting without his permission.
He was now absolutely furious.
âYOUâRE NOT MY CAPTAIN ANYMORE, YOU BASTARD!â he snapped suddenly and yelled angrily, standing up from his sit and violently slapping his hands on the table, completely forgetting about his flustered face and fiercely looking Nijimura in the eye âYOUâRE NOT, YOU HEAR?! IâM NOT GOING TO CALL YOU TH-THAT!â
The room was suddenly silent, only the song kept playing in the background, and people were looking at them. Nijimura looked around the space and that, seemingly, made everyone forget about that scene and go about their own business.
âSit down and donât yellâ Nijimura demanded, looking at him as coldly and disapprovingly as before, as if that scene was no big deal.
Haizaki did as he was told, heavily sitting again, looking even more embarrassed than before, but not because of the scene heâd made in public, but because of that damn bastard.
âWhy am I reacting like this? Itâs this moronâs faultâ he thought bitterly.
âThat was not what I meant, I know Iâm not your captain anymoreâ Nijimura stated, crossing his arms over the table and looking annoyed.
Haizaki was now confused.
What could he mean the--âŠ
Remaining silent for a while, he tried to fight his pride and his embarrassment, because he knew Nijimura wouldnât leave him alone until he did what he wanted, and, sighing deeply and putting his elbows on the table to bury his flustered face in his hands,
âFine! I get itâŠdonât know why youâre insisting so muchâ he mumbled annoyed âIâm sorry for being a disrespectful punk, NijimuraâŠs-senpaiâŠâ
âIf I die of a heart attack in this damn place, someone tell Akashi that I think that Nijimura was a better captain than he could ever dream of beingâ he was sure he was going to die of a heart attack in no time.
âThatâs better, Haizaki-kun~â Nijimura replied, suddenly smiling brighter than a thousand Suns, grinning from ear to ear âIt wasnât that hard now was it, punk~?â
âShut upâŠâ Haizaki mumbled angrily, reaching for his mug of hot chocolate that heâd almost forgotten heâd ordered and taking a sip of the warm beverage. âDonât fucking call me thatâ he thought feeling that even his ears were getting red from how unbelievably embarrassed he was.
âBack to my question though, why did you do that to your hair?â Nijimura inquired again; the mood was still way lighter than before, but Nijimura was serious again.
âIâve told you, theyâre cornrows, dammit! I like them, so leave it alone!â Haizaki scowled, aggressively putting his mug away and spilling a little on his hand which he instinctively licked angrily. He was really pissed off at his insistence.
âIâm not talking about the style, idiot, Iâm talking about the colourâ Nijimura clarified, snorting lightly and attentively looking at him.
âThe colour?â Haizaki repeated incredulous, raising an eyebrow âIsnât it the same as yours? Whatâs wrong with it?â he wasnât being aggressive now, he was genuinely confused.
Nijimura didnât answer immediately, seemingly evaluating his words with a blank expression.
âWell, it used to be white, or whitish grayâ he finally answered, taking another sip of his cop âLike your nameâ he added.
Haizaki couldnât help but snort at that, mimicking him and taking another sip of his hot chocolate, then slightly shaking his head.
âIs that your reason for being so annoyed at my hair?â he asked in an amused tone âI felt like changing it, thatâs all. Like, leaving the past behind, you know? Didnât want to be confused with one of themâ he stated with an enigmatic smile âLike my name, you say? Well, your name is âRainbowâ and your hair doesnât exactly look like the âPride flagâ, from what I can seeâ he scoffed.
Nijimura smiled a bit and snorted.
âIf you mix all the colours of the rainbow in a palette which colour do you get?â he simply asked, looking at him.
Haizaki was confused at first but after giving it some thought he realized it.
âAh, Iâm dumbâŠâ
âBlackâ he muttered lowering his eyes, still smiling a bit.
âExactlyâ Nijimura smiled âAnd what if you mix all the colours of the light spectrum? What colour do you get?â
Haizaki looked at him, trying to remember it.
âThatâs the absence of colour, you getâŠyou getâŠI donât remember what you getâ he replied sincerely, feeling dumb and annoyed.
âYou get whiteâ Nijimura reminded him, smiling in amusement.
Haizaki blushed at that look and lowered his head again. He felt a weird weight in his chest.
âIâm not like them, idiot, and Iâll never beâ he muttered angrily, looking away âI also donât want to be part of any rainbowsâ
âMe neitherâ Nijimura smiled amusedly, still looking at him, before picking up his mug again âAnd Iâm fine with that, punkâ
Haizaki clicked his tongue and stubbornly avoided his gaze.
Being called a punk by that ridiculously intimidating bastard should not make him feel like that.
But maybe, just maybe, heâd dye his hair back into its real colour sometime soon.
Final note: Sorry about possible ooc, and mistakes and all that, heheâŠ
_(:,3 ăâ )_
This was written after a conversation between me and anophiles, and it has been sitting there for three days lol It was supposed to be a drabble, but it turned out to be hella long, not to mention that when I edited it, it got even longer //lies down// Iâm sorry, itâs kind of meh, I donât knowâŠhope itâs any good, or at least a bit enjoyable⊠//sighs// (äžȘ_äžȘ)''
And the Rainbow Panda is a joke hahaha courtesy of Anophiles bby, thanks to you now I see Nijihai as the panda ship and itâs the best (*â§âœâŠ) Hope you liked this thing twt''
Now I must go the fuck to sleep because damn, Iâm tired //lies down//
Disclaimer: Â All rights reserved to Fujimaki-sensei, Shounen Jump, etc.
Title: Don't touch me~!
Pairing: Aokise (Aomine/Kise)
Genre: Fluff/humour/shounen ai/slice of life-ish
Rated: T
Words: 1.130Â /giveortakelol
Warning: Not betaâd.
Note: Established relationship, future AU
***
Summary: Kise half-heartedly tries to prevent Aomine from touching him~
***
( ÂŽ ✠` )ïŸ Enjoy~ or sth ehh...
8pm.
It was a cold lazy and stormy night, the sound of raindrops relentlessly hitting the windowsâ glass echoed in their ears as they were busy doing nothing.
Aomine was lying on the couch, reading a magazine and Kise was sitting on the other end of the same couch reading a book. The TV had no signal and only static was on, but that didnât bother them at all, at least there was still electricity.
âOh, shitâ Aomine grumbled in annoyance, throwing the magazine he was reading, when the lights went off.
Too soon; there was no electricity as well. It was pitch-dark inside their apartment.
âAhhh, what a painâ Kise muttered annoyed as well âI was getting to the good part! How am I supposed to read now?â
âForget the damn bookâ Aomine growled âI canât see a thing. Do we have any candles?â
âCandles?â Kise asked, incredulous âI donât think we have any. What do you need candles for?â
âTo set the house on fire!â Aomine answered sarcastically âWhat do you think?! Ah, forget it, if we donât have any itâs uselessâ
Kise laughed at his sarcasm, which sounded weird and eerie in all that darkness.
âAt least weâd be warm if you set the house on fire!â he stated cheerfully, his boyfriendâs cranky mood amused him greatly.
Aomine sighed.
âWhat now? We just had dinner and itâs too early to go to sleepâ he complained into the shadows âNot to mention my hands are cold as hellâ
âAs hell? Isnât hell supposed to be hot~?â Kise teased with a grin plastered all over his face, leaning back and stretching nonchalantly.
âI can hear your annoying grin, you idiotâ Aomine grumbled âStupid guy, laughing at my misery. I hate to have my hands cold, and you know thatâ
Kise cackled.
âIâm not laughing at your misery, Iâm laughing at you and your cute grumpiness~â he teased âAnd your hands are cold most of the time, so I donât know what you mean. Just put them under your ass, thatâll doâ
Aomine snorted.
âCanât I put them under yours instead?â he asked smirking, his mood had been suddenly boosted by that reference.
âAh, Aominecchi is a pervert, what should I do~? I hate his cold hands, I donât want them near me~â he whined playfully.
âOi, oi, you shouldnât tease me like that, you actually donât like my cold hands, you should know better~â he warned, with a teasing tone to his voice.
Kise stopped teasing immediately.
âDonât you dare, Aominecchi, Iâm warning you, d-donât bring those cold hands near me!â he stuttered, startled âYou canât see me, therefore you canât touch me!"
That was a stupid assumption. Why would someone's inability to see affect their ability to touch?Â
But now the game was on; he'd challenged the monster.
âOh? Is that so~?â Aomineâs hoarse teasing voice echoed through the apartment mixed with the sound the rain, still pounding against the windows.
âYou canât get near me without making noise; Iâll get up as soon as you get here!â Kise stated, confident, preparing himself to jump off of the couch at any second.
Of course he was wrong, and those precautions were useless, because not only was Aomine able to move without making a sound, he also knew exactly where he was, he didnât have to touch him to feel him, and in a swift movement, like a wild feline, he jumped from where he was and tackled him down; tightly holding on to his boyfriendâs body, he crossed his arms behind his back and lied on top of him. With a triumphant smirk he brought his lips near his ear and whispered,
âReally? This was too easy, were you even trying~?â
And Kise gasped loudly letting out a little whiny moan, getting goosebumps all over his body when he felt his boyfriendâs cold hands sliding up his back under his shirt.
âSo cold!â he complained, annoyed trying to get away from those cold hands âI hate AominecchiâŠâ
Were you even trying?Â
As that question made it's way into Kise's ears and decided that it didn't really matter in that case, suddenly the lights came back, dazzling them both.
Kise looked at the ceiling where the lamp seemed to laugh at his face and glared at it.
âCouldnât you have come back 10 seconds earlier?â he mumbled, pouting almost without noticing and turning his face to the side. Heâd lost to Aomine once again.
Aomine smiled; amused, he slid his now slightly warmer hands down Kiseâs pants, crossing his arms behind his back and resting them on his waist, he gently kissed his neck.
âDonât be like that, baby~â he said softly âTheyâre getting warmer already, see?â he asked, caressing the soft skin of his boyfriend's back
âI know, youâre warming them on meâ Kise muttered shuddering at the touch. He was actually annoyed, but he was now blushing because of the closeness and the feeling of that warm breath against the sensitive skin of his neck, which obviously invalidated his annoyance.
âI always let you warm your feet between my legs when you wake up in the middle of the night and complain that you canât fall asleep~â Aomine reminded him, smiling gently after kissing his cheek and looking at him, finding his rosy cheeks adorable.
Kise puffed his cheeks in annoyance. That wasnât a fair game! He was being too cute for him to be able to be angry at him!
âIdiotâŠI hate you so much, why do you do this to me?â he muttered, suddenly putting his arms around his neck and hugging him tightly, to hide his embarrassment.
Aomine grinned victoriously, putting his arms around him and sliding his hands up his back again.
âStill kinda coldâ Kise said, with his voice muffled against his boyfriendâs shoulder.
Aomine got away from him, still with his hands on his back, and smirked seductively.
âYou know what they said about guys with cold hands? They say theyâre the best in bed~â
Kise chuckled, still pretty flustered. Itâs not that easy to reverse the effects of blushing, as soon as one notices the embarrassing warmth on their face, all efforts to get rid of the damn red become useless. Not that it mattered anymore, at least not to Kise. Heâd been dating Aomine for three years; he was more than used to his embarrassing outbursts of adorableness.
âWasnât it âCold hands, warm heartâ, ahomine?â he asked, gently pinching his cheek.
âCanât it be both~?â Aomine smiled fondly with a small hint of mischievousness to his eyes.
Kise blushed harder at that smile.
âKyaaa, Aominecchi is so cool!â he squealed happily, hugging him again.
âYeah, yeahâŠcome here, you idiotâ Aomine said, taking the chance to grab at Kiseâs hips and kneel on the couch pulling him up in the process, to which he promptly complied by crossing his legs behind his back, and getting off of the couch to take that idiotic blonde to their room and prove him just how much his cold hands theory was right.
The End~
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Final note: Ahhh...more fluff...tsk, I'm hopeless...and it's still a ficlet, right? It's a short oneshot, right? *cries* Anyway, I wanted to publish this lil shit yesterday but I was too sleepy when I finished it, so I didn't lol and can I dedicate this to the person that inspired me to write it? I mean, it wasn't a prompt, but it was inspiration, which is basically the same >D So, Anophiles, babe, this is for you, hope ya like~ â„ïŒïŸÂŽâ`ïŒ
Idiots, a movie, no nachos and an unexpected gentleman
Title: Idiots, a movie, no nachos and an unexpected gentleman
Genre: humor/fluff/friendship/shounen ai
Pairing: Aokaga (Aomine/Kagami)
Rated: General (It has nothing to it really, itâs just disgustingly fluffy and stupid)
Words: 3.291
Warning: Not betaâd
Note: It was supposed to be a fuckinâ drabble
Idiots, a movie, no nachos and an unexpected gentleman
 6 pm
âHow the hell are you lost? I explained it perfectly! Turn left after that restaurant and follow that road until you see a playground, the building is across the street! Where the hell are you?âKagamiâs annoyed voice echoed through his apartment while he yelled at Aomine through his phone.
âI donât know, damnit!â Aomine growled back âNear a flower shop or something, there are flowers by the door at leastâ pause âDo they sell coffins at flower shops?â he asked in genuine confusion.
Kagami almost threw his phone against the wall.
âThatâs the fuckinâ funeral home, dumbass!â Kagami yelled âYouâre two blocks away, how the hell did that happen? Canât you tell left from right?â
âShut up!â Aomine yelled back in anger âI thought you said right! Shit, I should have just taken a damn cab, this is all your damn temperâs faultâ he grumbled, and hung up.
âHey, donât blame me, you idâŠiot he hung up⊠damn, this was a stupid bet! I donât want that idiot in my house, heâll infect it with the âidiot virusâ!â Kagami complained, throwing his phone onto the couch.
âOuchâ Kuroko winced when the phone hit his stomach, as Kagami clearly forgot he was there âDonât worry about that virus, Kagami-kun, if you were to die from it, youâd be dead by nowâ he said bluntly.
âShit, sorry, didnât see you there, are you alright?â he genuinely worried and tried to apologize for hitting him, but then he noticed he was being insulted and got angrier âOi, shut up! You were the one who thought of this stupid bet, so itâs your damn fault!â
âI donât see why youâre so angry, Kagami-kun, come to think of it, thatâs why you two lost the bet. Such a simple thing like âDonât argue with each other for ten minutesâ and you managed to lose itâ Kuroko said, standing up, still massaging his stomach âI think itâs a great bonding opportunity, you two have a lot in common, I think you could get along really well if only you stopped being so stubbornâ
Kagami scoffed.
ââA lot in commonâ, yeah right, as ifâ he spat in disdain âIâll go make some popcorn, better have some movie food. How do you like them?â
âSweetâ Kuroko answered.
âThought soâ Kagami sneered, heading to the kitchen.
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âWhere are the nachos?â Aomine asked looking at the huge bowl of popcorn Kagami had on his hands.
Heâd finally found Kagamiâs house, and was now sitting on his couch.
âWhat nachos?â Kagami asked raising an eyebrow, putting the bowl on the table.
âThe nachos, you canât watch a movie without nachos! Canât believe there are no nachos to top this whole thingâ Aomine retorted angrily âBet thatâs sweet popcorn tooâ he scorned.
Kagami immediately got angry.
âLook here, you ungrateful piece of shit, youâre in my house and Iâm not your mother, so you eat what I give you, and shut the fuck up!â
Aomine raised an eyebrow looking at him, but it was Kuroko, who was sitting right beside him that commented, looking as peaceful as always.
âAlthough Kagami-kun says that, he does sound like a motherâ he said âan angry mother, but a mother nonethelessâ
âAgreeâ Aomine sneered, grabbing a handful of popcorn.
âYou two shut your traps!â Kagami scowled âWho wants coke?â
Both Aomine and Kuroko raised their hands silently, looking at him. Apparently, theyâd taken his âshut your trapsâ seriously.
Kagami went back to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of coca-cola and three plastic glasses.
He then poured coke in the glasses and sat beside Kuroko.
The lights were still on; the three of them remained silent for about 15 seconds, Kuroko sitting between his lights, calmly eating popcorn.
Aomine and Kagami slowly looked at him, and then at each other, and then back at him, and thatâs when Kuroko noticed and looked at them, wondering why they were looking at him like that.
âOh, the movie, right, Iâm sorry, I forgot about it. Itâs in my bagâ he said as if that was perfectly normal, standing up and calmly grabbing his bag.
Deciding that there was nothing to say, as that was actually normal in the shadow boy, they didnât comment on how stupid forgetting about the reason one was at someone elseâs house was.
âWhatâs the movie?â Aomine asked.
Kuroko didnât answer immediately as he was setting the movie, and after making sure everything was working and turning off the lights, he returned to the couch and sat between his lights again.
âParanormal Activity 4â he answered calmly, after grabbing the popcorn bowl and putting it on his lap.
âCool, havenât seen that one yetâ Aomine said approvingly, grabbing a handful of popcorn.
Kagami was static, seemingly unable to blink as he paled while looking at the TV screen.
âWhatâs wrong Kagami-kun?â Kuroko asked looking at his present light.
âI-I-I donât like itâ he stuttered.
Aomine raised a confused eyebrow, unable to understand why he look so mortified, until realization fell upon him and he felt a smirk growing on his lips.
âOi, oiâŠdonât tell me youâre afraid, dorkâ he taunted âWhat are you, a four year old?â
Kagami seemed to regain some of his nerve with that taunt.
And indeed it was starting, and soon it was made clear that Kagami wasnât afraid; he was absolutely terrified.
Kuroko kept watching the movie, calmly eating his popcorn as if he had nothing to do with it.
Aomine wasnât that indifferent about it, and at first he that the faces Kagami was making were hilarious, covering his eyes and shaking like a madman while making an inhuman effort not to scream, peeking through his fingers to see what was happening, but noticing that Kagami barely reacted to his mockery he decided that it wasnât that funny.
âCalm down itâs just a movie, itâs not realâ Aomine tried to bring him back to reason, patting his back to draw his attention to him.
But it didnât help at all as in the exact moment Aomineâs hand touched his back he shrieked comically and jumped on his seat, almost flipping the table over with his foot.
Aomine showed his palms as a sign of peace.
âEasy there, Iâm not the kidâs âinvisible friendââ he assured looking at him âArenât you overreacting a little?â
But Kagami was too scared to answer, cold sweating and shaking almost convulsively, he looked like he was about to cry. He was absolutely horrified. And seeing such a brave guy acting like that wasnât funny. He was a tiger not a kitten, Aomine thought, and if even he could tell it wasnât funny, thatâs because it really wasnât.
âTetsu, did you know he was this afraid of horr-where is he?â he asked confused, looking at the empty seat between him and Kagami.
Kuroko was gone.
When? He didnât notice him disappearing, which was weird, given that he was sitting right beside him, not even his misdirection should work like that.
And that Kagami heard, glancing at Kurokoâs empty seat.
âThe-the-they g-g-got him!â he stuttered paling even more, looking at Aomine with a terrified look to his red eyes âWe-we-weâre next! Oh my God, I donât wanna die!â he pleaded desperately, looking around, possibly trying to see the ghosts.
âHeâs probably in the toilet, calm down manâ Aomine tried to reason with him, but it obviously didnât work, so he resourced to the only thing one could do besides reasoning in that kind of situation. He seemed like he was about to have a heart attack, and he couldnât afford losing his rival, no matter how annoying he was. Reaching for him, he put an arm around his shoulders and aggressively pulled him closer to him, proceeding to put both his arms around him in an attempted comforting hug.
âIâm here, if they come for you theyâll have to deal with me firstâ Aomine said toughly âIâm scarier than any shitty ghost!â
Kagami widened his eyes in surprise, he was shaking and tearing up in pure fear, he couldnât even think, especially now that Kuroko was gone and he was one hundred percent sure that his house was haunted and heâd been abducted by the female ghost of the movie, but for some reason being hugged like that calmed him down a little. He looked up at Aomine who looked down at him and nodded. Kagami took that as a sign that he could hug him back and that was exactly what he did, hugging the other boyâs torso really tight he hid his face in his chest.
Aomine was surprised at how fast he yielded, but didnât comment. There are times in a jerkâs life when they must stop being a jerk for a greater good, that good being Kagamiâs heart at the moment, which given the speed at which it was beating would burst out of his chest in no time.
They remained like that for a long time, Aomine kept watching the movie and Kagami kept hugging him, tightening his grip whenever he heard someone scream. Right now he couldnât care less about the fact that he was clinging to his jerk of a rival, he wasnât thinking, he was only trying to make it through the movie without dying from fear.
Where could Tetsu be? It had been a good forty minutes since they noticed that he was gone. He tightened his grip around Kagami as well; to be honest he was also getting a little scared about that whole thing, but he didnât show it because he had to remain calm in order to keep Kagami calm as well.
When the movie finally ended, Aomine was making an inhuman effort not to lose his cool, as Tetsu was still missing, until
âSuch a great movie, donât you think?â Kurokoâs undeniably amused voice was heard.
âWAHHH!â Aomine and Kagami screamed in sync hugging each other as if their life depended on it.
âWhere the hell have you been?!â Aomine scowled angrily, catching his breath after the scare.
He was sitting on the floor, still between them but a little farther, peacefully eating the popcorn theyâd neglected while cuddling each other.
âIâve been here the entire timeâ he stated âKagami-kun was shaking too much, it was hard to watch the movie like that, so I decided to sit on the floorâ
âHe was practically having a nervous breakdown, and you didnât even careâ Aomine scolded âLook at him! Heâs scared shitless!â
âIt seems to me that you handled the situation very well, Aomine-kunâ Kuroko said blankly, calmly standing up and walking to the TV to get the dvd back âI think everything worked better than Iâd expectedâ
Kagami finally regained some control over his emotions and managed to get away from his protector and with shaking hands cleaned his face and shoot Kuroko an angry glare.
âD-did you do this on p-purpose, you bastard?â he stuttered angrily, feeling an unpleasant heat creeping onto his cheeks.
âI donât know what you mean, Kagami-kunâ Kuroko said blankly âI like this genre of movies, I had no idea youâd be so shaken because of them and Iâm very sorry about itâ
And apparently that was enough for Kagami, because he didnât insist on the matter, only tskâing in embarrassment as he realized what had just happened. Heâd clung for dear life to the jerkiest of jerks, and to top it all he was still scared and was one hundred percent sure he wouldnât get any sleep at night; but Aomine didnât buy it, he wasnât stupid and he knew that sly bastard well enough to know he was hiding something, but he didnât comment, deciding to shoot him a significant look instead, which he returned blankly.
âAh, look at the timeâ Kuroko said, checking his phone âItâs 8:30, I must go, itâs getting late, I said Iâd be home by 9â
Kagami opened his mouth, but didnât say anything to stop him.
âI see, you should go thenâ he said, in an attempt to look way cooler than he felt.
Aomine looked at him in silence before yawning and standing up as well.
âIâll get going too, this was a terrible ideaâ he grumbled in annoyance.
And this time Kagami gasped, looking at him with plea in his eyes. For some reason it felt as if Aomine leaving meant heâd stand unprotected against the demonic ghosts, apparently, his saying that he was there and he would protect him had played a great part in his overcoming his fears; or trying to do so.
The tanned boy looked at him and noticed that something wasnât right, but there was nothing he could do, heâd done way more than he ever thought he would and he didnât know how he felt about it. He was his rival and they basically couldnât stand each other, but perhaps for those exact reasons, the warm touch of his body, the soft scent of his hair and body wash were still way too fresh in his memory for him to think properly. Hugging rivals was definitely a weird experience.
Both Aomine and Kuroko left soon after, Kagami didnât say a word to stop them, what was left of his pride prevented him from embarrassing himself any further, but hell did he wish heâd said something.
He didnât make anything for dinner, he didnât even feel hungry at all, the next thing he did after they left was run to his bedroom, take off his clothes, jump into his sleeping wear and hide under the safety of his covers, shaking like jelly.
His senses were extra sharp and he kept hearing weird noises around him, so he covered his ears with his hands and tightly closed his eyes.
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10:35 pm
Aomine was lying on his bed, playing angry birds and just trying to get sleepy enough to turn to the side and sleep; but it wasnât working.
That stupid bet and its stupid outcome kept going around in his mind, and he was getting kind of pissed.
âYou knew he was scared of that shit didnât you?â heâd asked Tetsu after they left Kagamiâs apartment together.
âI did know he had something against ghosts, but I had no idea he was afraid of this genre of movieâ heâd answered innocently.
âYeah right, and Iâm the Queen of Englandâ Aomine retorted sarcastically, glaring at him.
âBut it was nice to see you acting like a gentleman for a change, Aomine-kunâ the smaller boy said, clearly amused even though it didnât show on his face nor in his voice.
âOi, whatâs that supposed to mean?!â
âUnderstand it at your will, I wonât say anything elseâ
He was a gentleman, what the hell was he implying?! He even held the door for old people; if that wasnât chivalry he didnât know what was!
Turning the game off, he aggressively put his phone on the bedside table when suddenly the stupid red bird reminded him of someone. That idiot was probably still awake as well, and would be for a long time.
âFuckâ he cursed out loud, grabbing his phone again.
 10:47pm
Heâd been in that exact same position for the past few hours, sleeping for a few moments before hearing some sort of noise while asleep and being brought back to consciousness, feeling his heart beating like crazy the whole time.
And when he suddenly heard his phone vibrating on the bedside table he almost had a heart attack as he struggled with the covers, groaning in both fear and anger, picking it up.
âWh-who is it?â he stuttered, trying to sound tougher than he felt.
âItâs me, dorkâ
Kagami recognized Aomineâs hoarse voice and remained silent, unable to make up words for what he felt upon hearing it.
âOi, are you still there?â Aomine asked, raising his voice.
âYeahâŠIâm hereâŠâKagami muttered âwhat do want?â he asked.
Aomine tskâed and sighed in annoyance.
âTo check if the ghosts didnât get your ass yetâ he replied.
âNoâ the redhead mumbled âThey didnâtâŠâ
Aomine sighed again, hearing that tone was making him angry, as it didnât fit the image he had of that guy.
âHow do you know?!â Kagami asked desperately, he needed an answer he could believe, he really did.
âHave you ever seen a ghost?â
Silence.
âNo?â
âThen itâs not realâ
That made way too much sense for him to find some sort of argument, so he just sort of sighed in relief and snorted a bit.
âWhat about Santa?â
âNot realâ
âEaster bunny?â
âNopeâ
âTooth fairy?â
âFake and gayâ he laughed a little.
Kagami chuckled. He didnât feel that scared anymore.
âYouâre kind of a nice guy when youâre not being a jerkâ the redhead stated after a moment of silence.
Aomine got a little angry.
âShut up, dork, Iâm the nicest shit ever!â he complained.
Kagami sniggered.
âThanks, manâ he thanked afterwards âI really owe you for today, but, uhâŠletâs just forget about the dumb hug thing, ok? That wasâŠthat was really embarrassing, butâŠthanks for it anyway, it-it really helpedâ he said, trying to sound casual while blushing like an idiot, good thing he couldnât see him right now.
âForget it?â Aomine thought âSure thingâŠâ
âSure, yeah, I know what you meanâ Aomine said evasively âBut are you cool now? Iâm pretty sure youâve been hiding under your covers for the past few hoursâ he taunted.
âO-of course I didnât! Shut up, idiot!â Kagami yelled angrily.
Aomine laughed.
âWhatever you sayâ
Kagami grumbled some incoherent threats he didnât actually mean, because suddenly and mysteriously, he wasnât that scared anymore, it was as if suddenly some sort of light scared the ghosts away.
They remained silent for a few moments, just letting that weird day sink in.
Itâd all started with a casual meeting at a Maji Burger when Kuroko and Kagami where sharing a meal as usual, and Aomine randomly appeared. Of course Kuroko had beckoned him over, as they were old friends, and of course Kagami wasnât happy about it and the lights immediately started provoking each other, and thatâs where the stupid bet with stupid terms came from âI bet you two canât spend ten minutes without arguingâ.
And he was absolutely correct, none of them remembered what triggered the argument but the thing was that they were practically strangling each other five minutes after the bet; and as the terms were âIf you lose, youâll have to spend some quality time together to learn how to tolerate each otherâ they all ended up at Kagamiâs place watching a damn horror movie. Well, he was right, they did in fact learn how to tolerate each other, but in a totally unexpected way.
âKagamiâ Aomine called, breaking the silence.
âYeah?â
âWant me to sing you a lullaby to help you fall asleep~?â he taunted, with a noticeable smirk in his voice.
Kagami blushed angrily.
âNo! Youâre an idiot! I donât need that!â
âYou sure? Iâm a great singer, you know~?â
âYeah right, asshole, goodbye!â
He was about to hang up when he heard Aomine calling him.
âNo, wait, wait, donât hang up!â
âWhat is it?â he asked rudely.
âYou are my sunshineâŠmy only sunshineâŠyou make me happyâŠwhen skies are grayâŠ~â
He was already laughing when Kagami cursed out loud and hung up the phone.
Realizing just how hungry he was, Kagami decided to go get something to eat, and angrily ate until he was satisfied before going to bed, mentally insulting that stupid guy with his stupid taunts and stupid singing voice, and falling asleep soon after.
Aomine was in a great mood now, annoying Kagami was really refreshing, especially knowing that it brought the tiger back, had helped him forget about his fear of ghosts.
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Final notes: As usual, Iâm sorry for mistakes and the sort, it also got kind of ooc and stupid and it wasnât a text, well, it technically is text, but not that kind of text hahaha The premise was the same, I only changed a few things and made it hella longâŠahhh, excuse my soul
Christmas Miracles, mistletoe and an unexpected Santa
Title: Christmas Miracles, mistletoe and an unexpected Santa
Requested by: fuckyeahhyugiohyaoi
Genre: Friendship/fluff/humor
Rated: General
Words: 2.937 (I got carried away, sorry haha)
Note: Not betaâd.
Note2: Following this post, so read it first, please >D
Enjoy~
Christmas Miracles, mistletoe and an unexpected Santa
 December 24th, 2pm, Kagamiâs apartment
It wasnât like Kagami was a Christmas guy, as the concept of family, parents, grandparents, siblings, cousins and all that, didnât mean much to him, because he never spent that much time with his family, not even as a little kid. The thing was that heâd never spent Christmas alone, and thatâs what was bothering him.
He didnât want to impose his presence on anyone, so even when Tatsuya told him that the Murasakibaras wouldnât mind having him for Christmas Eve heâd refused, because it was Tatsuya who was Murasakibaraâs friend, not him, he barely knew the guy outside of the basketball court, the only thing he knew about him was that he was a childish guy with a sweet tooth. Itâd be extremely awkward for him to be among a bunch of people he barely knew.
He was home at the moment, lying on the couch with a ball in his hands lazily making it spin on the tip of his finger.
Kuroko didnât insist on knowing the reason why he was upset, and to be completely honest, he wanted him to insist, so maybe heâd offer himself to spend Christmas with him or something. Kagami scoffed as that sounded stupid and childish even without voicing it. It was his damn fault for being stubborn and prideful, so he couldnât, and wouldnât, blame his friend for not knowing what he really wanted.
The room was completely silent, only the fridge and the ball lazily spinning on his finger were heard, he didnât even have the TV on, he actually turned it on, but when he saw that goddamn Home Alone was on in one of the American channels he immediately turned it off and threw the remote away. Damn kid had been home alone for Christmas for the last 20 years!
Christmas wasnât such a big deal in Japan, as Christianity wasnât the main religious belief; it was but a commercial holiday.
He was immersed in his thoughts when the sound of his cell phone ringing startled him making him drop the ball he was playing with on his face.
Cursing loudly he aggressively grabbed it and when he saw who it was he suspiciously raised a split eyebrow, feeling his heart skip a beat.
He picked it up and brought it to his ear.
âAomine?â he said hesitantly. It was the first time his annoying rival called him, so it was only normal he was nervous about it, especially since it was Christmas. What could he possibly want? Wish him a Merry Christmas or something?
âYeah, itâs meâ he heard the familiar rude tone answer. He seemed annoyed about something, not that it was rare on him.
âUhâŠwhy are you calling me?â Kagami asked.
âAhhh, Iâm bored, I wanted to ask you if you were up for a one-on-oneâ he answered, with a noticeable hint of reluctance in his voice, which Kagami barely noticed âChristmas is annoyingâ
Kagami didnât answer immediately. Should he accept it? Well, he sure felt like venting his bitter feelings, and basketball was more than perfect for that purpose; especially if it was with a guy like Aomine.
âWhy are you asking me, of all people?â he asked defensively.
He heard an angry groan in response.
âLook, you fuckinâ idiot, if Iâm asking you itâs because I want to play you!â Aomine said angrily raising his voice.
Kagami felt his eye twitch in annoyance.
âWho the fuck do you think youâre calling an idiot, you idiot?â he raised his voice as well, speaking in a defying tone.
âYou! Because youâre an idiot, dumbass!â Aomine was now yelling at the phone.
And so was Kagami when he answered.
âWhoâs the dumbass, dumbass? Iâll kick your ass!â
âMarvelous! Then bring your ass to the fuckinâ basketball court and show me what youâve got, dork!â
âDeal! Iâll be there in 20 minutes, asshole!â and he was about to aggressively turn it off when he added âDonât worry about the ball, Iâll take one!â
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December 24th , 4pm, Kagamiâs apartment
âKurokocchi, are you sure this is ok?â Kise asked apprehensively, looking around and feeling a little intimidated about the fact that he was surrounded by half of the Seirin basketball team and a two meters tall Christmas tree âI meanâŠbarging into Kagamicchiâs house when he didnât give us permissionâŠâ
Kuroko was as calm as one can possibly be when he opened the door and stepped inside, his expression was as neutral as always.
âKagami-kun gave me this key himself, he told me to use it in case of an emergencyâ he said raising said key âand this is technically an emergencyâ
Kise wasnât quite sure about it being an emergency, but decided to keep quiet. It was for a greater good, thatâs what he kept telling himself.
As Kuroko thought, he didnât have a single Christmas decoration set in his house. Idiot, why didnât he tell him he was sad about spending Christmas alone? Werenât they best friends? Well, it didnât matter, as he was already doing what had to be done to make his light shine again.
All first years were there, as for upperclassmen only Koganei was present at the moment.
âWho else is coming?â Furihata asked Kuroko while setting a string of Christmas lights with Kawaharaâs help.
âMurasakibara-kun said he and Himuro-san would probably be a little late, but would still make itâ he answered, while setting Christmas decorations with Kiseâs help.
âSoâŠmore members of the generation of miraclesâŠâ Furihata chuckled nervously, shaking a little. He was ok with Kiseâs presence, as he was a friendly guy and didnât exactly boast his skills, but the same couldnât be said about the rest of the rainbow.
âYes, I donât know if Aomine-kun is coming though. He was the one who got Kagami-kun out of here but theyâre not exactly friends. Iâm counting on Kagami-kun to bring him alongâ Kuroko said mysteriously, and Kise laughed, dropping the ball he was trying to hang on the Christmas tree, which shattered to pieces and had him whining a little while collecting them.
âIâm still wondering how you managed to convince Aominecchi to cooperateâ he said âand even more with the fact that Kagamicchi fell for itâ
Kurokoâs lips formed a hint of a satisfied smile.
âI know how to deal with them, thatâs allâ the smile was gone.
âWhat about coach and Kiyoshi-senpai?â Fukuda asked.
âCoach will come later, and bring Kagetora-san with her because she said he started crying when he thought heâd spend Christmas without his precious daughter, and Kiyoshi-senpai said heâs coming with Hyuuga-senpai. Apparently, theyâre already on their wayâ Kuroko answered.
âMitobe isnât comingâ Koganei informed while trying to detangle a string of Christmas lights âHe has to take care of his siblings, he said he was very sorryâ
âHe said?â Kawahara asked in shock.
Koga laughed.
âWell, he did, in Mitobishâ
Fukuda sighed in acceptance.
âWhat about Midorimacchi? Is he coming?â Kise asked skeptically.
âTakao-kun said heâd take care of that. He also said heâd bring, in his own words, âthe treeââ Kuroko replied, putting the last ball on the tree.
 In the meanwhile, the missing Seirinâs basketball team members appeared. Kagetora-san was mentally killing every single boy that approached his Riko, and was ticked by the fact that she was the only girl there, until Momoi showed up smiling from ear to ear and glomped Kuroko, who wasnât particularly happy about it, but wasnât sad either.
Somehow they managed to make edible food, and with the help of some puddings and cakes some people bought on their way there, the Christmas table looked really appealing. They were all proud of themselves.
At 6:30pm Takao showed up dragging a reluctant and annoyed Midorima behind him.
ââEvening folks!â the raven cheered all jolliness and happiness âMerry Christmas, I brought the tree~!â He said pointing at Midorima with his thumb and earning a death glare from the shooting guard.
Kise lost it immediately and earned a death glare from said tree as well.
âIâm glad youâre here, Midorima-kun. I thought you wouldnât be able to make itâ Kuroko said with a blank expression. Sharper eyes could notice the teasing tone in his voice, and thatâs exactly what happened; Takao obviously noticed and threw an arm around Midorimaâs shoulder, had to jump in order to manage that prowess, and pulled him down almost making the taller boy lose balance and fall.
âHeâs thrilled about the idea of spending Christmas with his former teammates, arenât you, Shin-chan~?â Takao teased, glancing at him with a wry smile.
Midorima jerked away, blushing angrily and adjusting his glasses in annoyance.
âSh-shut up, Takaoâ he said, coldly, which with his rosy cheeks was only funny.
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December 24th , 6:35pm, Basketball court
Theyâd been playing for 3 hours with only a few breaks; Aomine was starting to feel his muscles tensing up and he could tell that Kagami was in the same situation, but none of them was willing to let go of their precious pride and well, Aomine could excuse his behavior saying that he was doing that because Tetsu was a manipulating little shit. They were tied, Aomine had won ten of the twenty matches and Kagami had won the other half.
It was really cold outside, and it was already pitch dark, but none of that mattered, as they felt as hot as one could possibly feel and sweat poured all over their bodies, and, well, their light was strong enough to brighten the entire court.
And as Aomine was about to block Kagamiâs dunk he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, and he stopped his jump halfway which allowed Kagami to dunk full force.
âI won! Take that, asshole!â the redhead celebrated feeling super awesome with himself.
Aomine checked his phone.
From: Tetsu
âAll set.â
Aomine sighed in annoyance. Couldnât he have waited to send that text just another minute?
âYeah, whatever, you won. Good for you. Iâm tired, going homeâ the tanned boy stated, already picking up his bag, ready to leave.
Kagami seemed to be trying to digest a particularly nasty insect, with clenched fists and an angry look. He looked like an angry tiger.
âOi, are you walking home?â he said rudely.
Aomine raised an eyebrow and turned around to face him, only to see him looking fiercer than usual. What the hell was wrong with him?
âYeah, whyâŠ?â Aomine asked, cautiously.
âWe donât feel it, but itâs coldâŠand weâre sweaty, youâll catch pneumonia if you walk home like that!â Kagami stated angrily, finally facing him, but looking just as fierce âMy house is closer, so you can come over, take shower and then beat it!â
Aomine was taken aback by that. Of all the people in the world heâd expect to worry about his health, Kagami was definitely at the bottom of the list.
Perhaps his opinion about that guy was wrong.
âWhat are you, my mom?â Aomine asked smirking mockingly.
Kagami almost roared in anger and Aomine noticed the danger, instinctively preparing himself to fight.
âLook, I just donât want you to get sick! If you want to go home like that, just go, Iâm not insisting, do whatever, if you die I wonât go to your funeral. So long, assholeâ he spurted heatedly, aggressively picking up his stuff and turning his back.
Aomine stood there, with his bag thrown over his shoulder, for a good thirty seconds watching him walk away, trying to understand the meaning of what just happened.
Until it hit him; it was gratitude, he was thankful because heâd spent all that time with him on Christmas Eve. Well, if it werenât for Tetsu, heâd certainly hadnât invited the stupid redhead for a one-on-one, but deep down he knew heâd enjoyed it and was also thankful for it.
âWait, idiotâ he yelled, catching up to him after running a bit âYouâre right, I donât wanna dieâ he said looking at him and smiling wryly âAnd itâs Christmas, letâs make a truceâ
Kagami glared at him, still pissed off, remaining silent for a moment.
âOk, truceâ he said reluctantly afterwards.
Aomine snorted and didnât comment; damn Tetsu knew exactly how to deal with them.
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 December 24th, 7pm, Kagamiâs apartment
They remained silent all the way to Kagamiâs apartment, and it wasnât awkward at all, truce meant not being at each otherâs throats, and they were managing to do just that.
When they got there, Kagami stopped by the door looking at it suspiciously.
âShit, he noticed somethingâ Aomine thought to himself, but when he saw him shrugging and reaching for his pocket, he sighed.
âWhere did I put my damn key?â Kagami cursed, shoving his hands down his pockets and getting angrier by the moment, when he couldnât find them.
Aomine was losing his patience, by then they were all inside trying to remain silent while that fuckinâ idiot was outside trying to find a key he didnât even need because the damn door was already open.
And, just as Aomine lost his patience, Kagami found his key.
âFound it!â
âThereâs no need for it, itâs open! Merry Christmas, dumbass!â Aomine spurted angrily, almost kicking the door open. As he did that everyone inside wished Kagami a âMerry Christmasâ, popping crackers and laughing at the face he was making.
Kagami didnât know how to react. He just stood there, stunned, unable to believe his eyes. Why were they all in is his house?
âW-why are you all here?â he stuttered, still standing at the door.
âIsnât it obvious, Bakagami? Weâre here to celebrate Christmas with you!â it was Riko who answered, laughing in amusement, and approaching him âMerry Christmas, Kagami-kun, hereâs a little present from your coachâŠâ she said sheepishly, which sounded both cute and terrifying, and stepping on her tippy toes, grabbed his face and kissed his cheek.
Kagami blushed a deep shade of red and felt his breath falter as he noticed a demonic aura coming from the corner where a certain father was. Kiyoshi was laughing too much and Hyuuga looked a little green.
Seirin team was both terrified and amused, so they all decided to just clap and cheer without commenting.
Kagami looked around, and seeing everyone there, all of his friends, and even the generation of moro-miracles, some of them were missing, but he was so genuinely happy, so genuinely thankful for their presence there, that he couldnât possibly ask for anything else.
As realization fell upon him a blissful smile lit his face and he walked inside, still too astounded to react properly.
âWe got here ten minutes ago, Iâm glad we got here before you twoâ he heard Tatsuyaâs voice smiling near the table where Murasakibara was already stuffing his face with sweets.
 âTatsuya! AndâŠMurasakibaraâ he greeted. Heâd spend Christmas with his brother.
âYo, bakaâŠâ Murasakibara greeted, chewing on a candy bar, lazily raising his hand âyou were taking too long, I was hungry, sorryâŠâ
âTh-thank you, guysâŠthis is the best Christmas ever, I donât know what to say, this is too awesomeâŠâ he finally managed to say, awkwardly scratching the nape of his neck.
âIt was Kurokocchiâs idea, Kagamicchi!â Kise said, coming closer to him and friendly patting his back âHe said youâd spend Christmas alone, and we couldnât allow that! Kagamicchi is too important to usâ
Kagami felt even more embarrassed and looked away.
âDonât say thatâŠâ
âItâs trueâ if was Midorimaâs turn to speak, he seemed angry and terrifying, but completely sure of what he was saying.
âIf Shin-chanâs saying it, then it must be true!â Takao said, trying to pretend he wasnât too amused about what was about to happen, and pointing to Aomine and Kagami he said âHave you two noticed whatâs hanging above your heads~?â
They both looked up in shock and jumped back simultaneously.
âNo, no, you were both standing under the mistletoe, rules are rules~!â Takao sung.
âNo way in hell Iâm kissing him!â Aomine spurted angrily.
âThatâs my line!â Kagami agreed.
âIt doesnât need to be on the lips, it can be on the cheekâ Kuroko showed up out of the blue, right between his lights, scaring the heck out of them.
âShit! Donât do that!â Aomine and Kagami said in sync once again, shooting angry glares at each other after noticing it.
âPlease, do it. Itâs Christmas, and itâs traditionalâ Kuroko said, looking at them with a menacing look to his big blue eyes.
âDamn you Tetsu, you sly bastard. Fine, whatever!â and reaching for Kagamiâs face he pulled it against his lips, aggressively kissing his cheek âHappy?!â
Kagami blushed angrily glaring at Aomine he put his hand on his face wiping the kiss, tskâing in annoyance.
Kuroko smiled.
âYes, veryâ he admitted, as he thought that it was the cutest thing ever.
âSeems like everyone is hereâ Aomine pointed out, looking around and changing the subject.
âAkashicchi isnât hereâ Kise said, looking kind of sad âAs expected, I guessâŠâ
âOh, heâll come. He said he was already on his wayâ Kuroko stated âHe actually seemed quite happy about the idea, I wonder whyâŠâ
And as he said that, a muffled scream was heard near the door.
Furihata was shaking so bad it looked like heâd fall to pieces in no time.
âHo ho ho, Merry Christmas. I have brought presents for everyoneâ
A deadly silence settled inside that room. Fear was what they felt.
It was Akashi Seijurou, carrying a huge bag of presents over his shoulder, dressed as Santa Claus, beard and all.
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The end
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Final notes: Sorry about mistakes and the sort, I just wanted to make a Christmas thingy, and this request was perf for that purpose. Iâve been around this thing all afternoon (right after I saw the request) and I donât know what to say about it hahaha Itâs kinda lousy, but oh well, I put my heart in it, and I hope someone likes it ^ ^ No ships, just a little aokaga bromance, maji tenshi kagami and thatâs about it~ And Santakashi is a canon thing, I just had to mention it somehow hahaha And that's all, I guess,
Prompt /request by: Anophiles [(âŠ)Nijimura asks Haizaki why he's not wearing ring he gave him earlier. Haizaki's trying to brush him off, but Niji insist and he's getting angry and says maybe it was a bad idea after all, so Haizaki's cornered and admits he has it hanged up on his neck, because it's embarrassing to wear it on finger. Niji's pleased]
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Fujimaki-sensei, Shounen Jump, etc.
Title: Closer to the heart
Pairing: Nijihai (Nijimura/Haizaki)
Rated: T
Genre: Shounen ai/fluff
Words: 579
Warning: Nota betaâd. (soon! ewe')
Note: Cont. of Nijihai proposal text message post. 23 years old, engaged AUÂ
Nijimuraâs voice came out low and accusing as he looked down.
But Haizaki didnât get it.
âWhat?â He inquired apathetically.
Theyâd been lazing on the couch all afternoon, watching some trash shows, and Haizaki was now lying on his back and using Nijimuraâs lap as a pillow.
âYou know what I meanâ Nijimura narrowed his eyes.
Haizaki felt some heat going up to his face and turned to the side, so that Nijimura couldnât see him.
âShut up, youâre making no sense, idiotâ he mumbled in annoyance.
âIf you think itâs a bad idea, jus t tell me. Iâm not forcing you into marrying meâ Nijimura said, way too seriously.
âShut up! Who said Iâm not wearing it? I just donât like to wear it where I can see it because every time I looked at I blushed like an idiot!â Haizaki growled angrily âItâs not a bad idea! Itâs the best fucking idea ever, asshole!â
And he was blushing now; a rosy red tainted his cheeks and betrayed his ferocious glare.
Nijimura felt a little smile on his own lips, seeing Haizakiâs flushed face.
âOhâŠwhere are you wearing it then?â He asked putting his hands over Haizakiâs.
Haizaki only blushed harder and looked angrier.
Aggressively brushing away Nijimuraâs hands, he sat on his legs and stuck his hand inside the collar of his own t-shirt pulling out a silver chain, which Nijimura hadnât noticed yet.
âHere!â Haizaki growled, looking to the side to avoid looking at Nijimura and blushing even harder, while he showed him what was hanging from his necklace; his engagement ring.
âOh myâŠyouâre wearing it around your neck, punk?â Nijimura asked, with a little smirk.
âShut up! I wear it where I want, moron! Go die!â Haizaki spurted heatedly, as he stood up and tried to go away. He only tried, because Nijimura stopped him from doing so. Standing up as well, he held him tightly from behind and pulled him back, making him sit between his legs.
âEasy there, punkâ he purred softly in his ear, not letting him go away from his grip âI canât die, I must marry my cute Shougo~â
Haizaki blushed furiously and tried to free himself from Nijimuraâs arms.
âShut up, stupid mamaâs boy! Iâll kill you!â He threatened angrily, but he wasnât even trying to go away anymore; he just crossed his arms in anger.
âNope, I donât think soâ Nijimura said, biting softly on Haizakiâs ear, before kissing his neck, earning a shiver and a low gasp from him.
âI hate youâŠâ he got up and sat on Nijimuraâs lap, spreading his legs to wrap them around his waist and grabbing him fiercely by the neck, pulled him for an angry kiss âI really doâ Nijimura smiled into the kiss and put his arms around Haizakiâs waist pulling him closer âBastardâ the kisses became wetter and hotter âShuuzouâŠâ Haizaki held Nijimuraâs head between his hands to make him look up properly, and deepen those kisses âI love youâŠâ
Nijimura couldnât feel happier with his cute angry punk.
Final note: Sorry for the wait uwuâ This is just a drabblish little thing I wrote because I was trying to make it the ânormal wayâ (>D) and it wasn't coming out as Iâd like, soooâŠhere it is, I hope you like it~
