It's been a terrible six weeks. Things got worse before they got better; the Touou academic administration made good on their threat and he missed one game. They lost that night. They lost, and Aomine went home, and locked himself into his bedroom with his failed pre-test papers for a whole weekend. When Akashi calls after the whole affair is behind him, he's facedown on his bed, a basketball under one arm and a mug of black coffee on his nightstand.
He almost doesn't pick up. When he does, he doesn't look at the number, and says, first, gruffly: ]
Shut up. Don't bother me.
[ But then he recognizes that voice, and he remembers a month and a half ago, when the world was still beautiful and he was still innocent.
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Date: 2016-03-03 04:23 am (UTC)He is a changed man.
It's been a terrible six weeks. Things got worse before they got better; the Touou academic administration made good on their threat and he missed one game. They lost that night. They lost, and Aomine went home, and locked himself into his bedroom with his failed pre-test papers for a whole weekend. When Akashi calls after the whole affair is behind him, he's facedown on his bed, a basketball under one arm and a mug of black coffee on his nightstand.
He almost doesn't pick up. When he does, he doesn't look at the number, and says, first, gruffly: ]
Shut up. Don't bother me.
[ But then he recognizes that voice, and he remembers a month and a half ago, when the world was still beautiful and he was still innocent.
Aomine sits up. ]
I passed.