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The springs of his mattress groaned under his weight. He has just fallen back onto his bed, hair towel dried and the excess water being soaked up by his pillowcase. He has just gotten out of the shower and was ready to fall asleep. Just then, his eyes fell shut.

“Isn’t it enough that I’m taking your word for it? I dunno…” Which he was. If Ogiwara said that he was acting like an asshole, it couldn’t have been for nothing. Even if Aomine couldn’t recognize the signs himself.

“Come on, let’s just… go back home, or somethin’.

“ I’m not going anywhere with you. “

He turned on his heel and began walking away once more. When Daiki figured out why he was in such a pissy mood and could genuinely apologize for it, then he could call and ask to hang out again.

The ace hadn’t wanted to do it, but he reached out and grasped hold of Ogiwara’s wrist to keep him from retreating further.

“Hey, hey – okay, I get it. I’m sorry, okay? Quit trying to leave.”

Ogiwara looked down at his wrist, narrowing his eyes at the hand that b o u n d it before looking upangrily at Daiki. He pulled his hand away from him.

“ Do you really get it? Or are you just saying that to please me? “

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“The fuck do you mean? No, I haven’t – I’ve been normal.”

He g l a r e d at the man, speeding up his pace of walking so he didn’t have to look at his face.

“Oi – what the fuck is your problem?” He wedged the ball between his arm and his side and took a few long strides to catch up to the other.

“You were fine just a second ago…”

“ What’s your problem?! You’ve been acting like a jerk lately! “

Aomine had barely enough time to catch the ball before it was crashing into him, nearly hitting him in a rather sensitive area that definitely would have had him doubling over in pain had it made its mark. He grit his teeth and growled softly.

“What the hell, Shige? What’s gotten into you?”

“ I’m going home. Call me when you’re over your mood. “

“Midorima? Nah, he usually goes from farther.” There was a pause, then he was scowling.

“Oi, and don’t go callin’ him my friend either.”

He took the ball from Aomine as nicely as he could to hide the fact that his attitude was pissing him off. He turned, acting as if he was going to a t t e m p t at making the shot. Shigehiro then turned around and threw the ball at Daiki, aiming below his waist before storming off.

“Tch.” It wasn’t the first time Daiki had been proven wrong and it wouldn’t be the last. Though he couldn’ help but scoff at the mere suggestion that he wouldn’t make that shot. This was child’s play. The ace stopped the ball with his foot when it came skittering back towards them and bounced it with his heel so it landed on the tip of his shoe. From there, he was kicking it up into his grasp.

“Alright, Mr. Ace. What about from back there?”

“ Isn’t that from your friend’s distance? The one from Shutoku? “

Can Daiki even make that shot?

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“Y’know you ain’t gonna make it from there, right? Just move closer already.”

He didn’t turn to reply nor did he leave his spot. The comment only served to annoy him, but that didn’t s t o p him from dribbling the ball, once, twice, three times before shooting it from where he stood. The swish of the net as the ball went in made him grin and turn to his boyfriend.

“ Maybe you can’t make it from there, but as you can see -- it’s not an issue for me. ”

Ogiwara smiles, amused at the scene in front of him. After he heard the man start to curse, he crawled down from the couch to place his hands over Aomine’s. “Hey. Calm down.”

“Tch – I’m calm. What makes you think I’m not?” Truth is, he hadn’t been calm until he felt Ogiwara’s skin on his own. He breathes out a deep sigh and slowly loosens his grip on the wood. The ace turns the table leg over in his hands and deflates immediately, shoulders slumping as he rolls his eyes at himself. “’S the wrong one,” he mutters softly as he holds it up to show up the numbered sticker.

aominedx:

“Tch – I’m calm. What makes you think I’m not?” Truth is, he hadn’t been calm until he felt Ogiwara’s skin on his own. He breathes out a deep sigh and slowly loosens his grip on the wood. The ace turns the table leg over in his hands and deflates immediately, shoulders slumping as he rolls his eyes at himself. “’S the wrong one,” he mutters softly as he holds it up to show up the numbered sticker.

He hums, pulling back to sit besides him. “Patience is a virtue, you know.” Ogiwara leaned on the couch, watching as he figured out he had the wrong piece.

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wholeheartxd

He growls in frustration, tossing the hammer aside and grabbing both pieces of the coffee table he’s desperately trying to assemble. Instead of gently hammering Piece A into Piece B as suggested, he starts to shove the two together at the grooves, the wood creaking in protest at his actions. “Fuckin’ piece of shit.” He’s a second away from snapping the leg of the table in half.

aominedx:

wholeheartxd

He growls in frustration, tossing the hammer aside and grabbing both pieces of the coffee table he’s desperately trying to assemble. Instead of gently hammering Piece A into Piece B as suggested, he starts to shove the two together at the grooves, the wood creaking in protest at his actions. “Fuckin’ piece of shit.” He’s a second away from snapping the leg of the table in half.

Ogiwara smiles, amused at the scene in front of him. After he heard the man start to curse, he crawled down from the couch to place his hands over Aomine’s. “Hey. Calm down.”

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aominedx:

The scream that escaped the ace was entirely foreign to him and even as he heard it leave his lips, he didn’t recognize it as his own. His eyes were blown wide, arms outstretched in a defensive position before he registered who and what had popped out of the box. “Are you fucking –” he snarled, hands clenched into tight fists at his sides as he stared down at his boyfriend. His… very cute boyfriend. Covered in ribbons and holding a cake that he had no doubt spent a lot of time on, judging by the near-perfect icing decorating the top. This caused the ace to immediately diffuse, sighing softly as a smile curled his lips. “Goddammit, Shige. You’re really tryin’ to kill me, huh?”

Ogiwara couldn’t help, but chuckle at his reaction. He knew better than to laugh at the girlish scream that left the man’s voice. It was amusing, especially since his voice was naturally deep and kind of rough, but he wouldn’t laugh about it. His anger was quickly replaced with a content happiness and it only made Shigehiro’s smile widen. “Here, hold the cake.” He didn’t want to accidentally drop it while trying to jump out of the box after all. After the dessert had left his hands he spent a good minute trying to jump out of the box, but instead he accidentally tipped it over, falling to the floor with it. Sheepishly, he crawled out and stood in front of the birthday boy with an embarrassed blush dusting his cheeks. “Happy Birthday, Daiki.”✯

aominedx:

Aomine had just cleaned up after treating himself to a rather relaxing birthday gift. He gave a sigh, smoothing out his shirt in the front and shutting off the water in the bathroom sink. “Eh…?” He wasn’t expecting anyone until later, but he figured it was probably Kagami, coming to fuck with him or pay him back after the seventeen- hundred basketballs he’d left in his apartment for his birthday weeks before. “Yeah, yeah – I’m coming, baka, gimme a second.” He pulled open the door, ready to shout a protest or defend himself, only to be greeted by the oversized box on his doorstep. “The fuck…” The ace was rooted to where he stood, weighing his options. It could be a trap. But his curiosity won over and he moved to push the box inside. It was heavier than he’d expected and he struggled to coax it into his living room. By the time he’d achieved this feat, he was panting and sweating.

“Alright, time to see what’s inside and decide whether I need to kill Bakagami or not.”

It was a challenge, but Ogiwara managed to keep from laughing the whole time he heard his boyfriend struggle with the box. Well, if it weren’t for him chomping down on his lower lip and clamping his hands over his mouth, he just might have cried laughing. Shigehiro could practically see him, panting, wiping his arm against his forehead before he took a step back and looked at the box with both hands on his hips. After hearing his words, he jumped out of the box, exclaiming “Happy Birthday!” as loudly has he could.✯

aominedx

Ogiwara peaked out of the large box he was supposed to be hiding in, looking left and right before quickly knocking on Daiki’s front door. He sank back into his cardboard confinement, making sure it was closed at the top before the man had a chance to open the door. Shigehiro had to bite his lip to keep from giggling at how clever the idea was and also the fact that he was, indeed, hiding in a box he had taken the time to wrapped like a birthday present. He might have gone a little crazy with the ribbon, for only one large one lay on the lid of the box, but the rest were wrapped around and sitting on top of Ogiwara’s hair. Within the box was only himself, but in his arms, a cake he had baked and carefully decorated with icing.✯

aominedx:

It’s gut instinct to want to push the other off of himself. Were it anyone else, he’d have done as much and more than that. Instead, he groans softly, eyes clenching shut. “Shigehiro…” he says sternly.

Ogiwara let out a whimper, much like a disobedient puppy before leaning forward to press kisses at the back of his neck. “Please, Daiki? We can watch a movie or something and maybe I’ll fall asleep.”✯