He felt guilty, hearing her talk like that, which was ludicrous, honestly. She was the only one that was guilty here--well, her, and the strange universe she kept leading him to. And yet she was so gentle, and seemed so remorseful, that the secret soft parts of Aomine's heart couldn't help but reluctantly respond.
...of course, reality ensued a moment later, and he hissed, then squirmed, and felt his whole face light up.
That was...yes. That was his asshole. His goddamn asshole.
"Ff...fuck, that's cold - "
That was definitely a thing in his ass. He squirmed again and pulled at his arms, helplessly restless. God, he wanted to buck and yank himself away, wanted to turn the whole fucking table over. He wanted to scream and he kind of wanted to laugh. He definitely wanted to die.
What Aomine did instead was bark out the first thing that came to mind: "Basketball. We did basketball."
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Date: 2015-10-12 04:24 am (UTC)...of course, reality ensued a moment later, and he hissed, then squirmed, and felt his whole face light up.
That was...yes. That was his asshole. His goddamn asshole.
"Ff...fuck, that's cold - "
That was definitely a thing in his ass. He squirmed again and pulled at his arms, helplessly restless. God, he wanted to buck and yank himself away, wanted to turn the whole fucking table over. He wanted to scream and he kind of wanted to laugh. He definitely wanted to die.
What Aomine did instead was bark out the first thing that came to mind: "Basketball. We did basketball."