OPEN: The 17 Year-Old Virgin
Feb. 10th, 2016 04:09 pm[ It all begins because Aomine is bad at English.
He's bad at a lot of things in school, to be fair. With his seniors currently busy with their own hefty study schedules due to college entrance exams, he's down to just Wakamatsu, Ryo, and Satsuki tocarry support him through his classes. This means his grades have been getting worse, which have ironically begun to hurt his chances of making it to games despite all the practice - or "trying out his new shoes" or "working some kinks out of his back" or "I can do what I want, shut up" - he's been putting in lately. As thirsty as the Touou athletics division is for a serious title instead of what tournament circles have started to call a habitual second place slot, there's only so many ways to cheat Aomine into a passing grade.
So there's no more just napping and taking baths at home. There's no more napping and reading magazines at school. There's no more skipping out of his last class to just shoot hoops in the park where no one can bother him. Satsuki already took all his skin mags, Wakamatsu locked up all his basketball shoes in the team's practice facility, and Ryo now eats lunch with him every day, just so he can do one thing: study.
And study.
And study.
And study some more.
They only reason his dad hasn't put the wireless behind a password is that so he can study at home, but if his dad thinks Aomine isn't going to look at porn when he and mom happen to be out, he's got another thing com-- ] ...what?!
[ Aomine, sitting at his desk in sweats, a t-shirt, and with a box of tissues on his lap, is also staring at his laptop screen.
THIS WEBSITE HAS BEEN BLOCKED BY McAFEE PARENTAL CONTROLS. ]
That's BULLSHIT!
[ A half hour and a lot of swearing later - one foul word for every new HAS BEEN BLOCKED discovery - Aomine is morosely browsing US basketball forums, because his dad hadn't thought to block non-Japanese sites. However, it all comes back around to studying once again, because instead of tissues, Aomine has his English textbook and dictionary on the desk and in his lap and he is stubbornly, bitterly attempting to fuck around, even if he has to learn English to do it.
Eventually, a forum topic that translates, roughly, to "HOW BALL BETTER YOU?" catches his eye. A look through the posts shows many of them to be too long to attempt, but a few are a couple sentences; one or two is just one short statement. He picks several of them and goes to work, muttering under his breath as he puts together semi-legible sentences:
"SOCKS HIGH ME."
"THROW TWO HOUR BROTHER."
"PLEDGE TAKE."
And so on like that, most of them without replies. One, however, earns a long, intense comment chain, prompting Aomine to put a little more effort into getting it to make sense:
"LOTS OF ----- I GET."
Lots of...something. A word he hasn't seen written down. It makes him feel too much like an elementary school kid, but Aomine has to take each letter and sound it out. ]
Ph...uhs...cee.
[ The heck is that even supposed to-- ] ...oh.
[ Aomine's eyes widen with revelation. ]
Ooooohhhh.
[ He spends another half hour deciphering the rest of the comment chain, making out agreement after agreement and, in a few cases, stories from guys about how one night made all the difference in their game, even dropping a few juicy details here and there.
That's all Aomine really needs to be convinced, or at least, convinced enough to give it a shot.
That's why, sometime after 9:30 PM on a Friday night, one unfortunate (or fortunate?) number on his contact list is going to be getting a call, which consists of: ]
Hey.
[ He says as a greeting, before immediately leaping into his next statement: ]
I need to have sex.
((OOC: A (mainly) canon-based PSL! The person on the phone can be any KnB character; or, if you'd like to be an outside character AU'd into the setting, please hit me up on plurk!))
He's bad at a lot of things in school, to be fair. With his seniors currently busy with their own hefty study schedules due to college entrance exams, he's down to just Wakamatsu, Ryo, and Satsuki to
So there's no more just napping and taking baths at home. There's no more napping and reading magazines at school. There's no more skipping out of his last class to just shoot hoops in the park where no one can bother him. Satsuki already took all his skin mags, Wakamatsu locked up all his basketball shoes in the team's practice facility, and Ryo now eats lunch with him every day, just so he can do one thing: study.
And study.
And study.
And study some more.
They only reason his dad hasn't put the wireless behind a password is that so he can study at home, but if his dad thinks Aomine isn't going to look at porn when he and mom happen to be out, he's got another thing com-- ] ...what?!
[ Aomine, sitting at his desk in sweats, a t-shirt, and with a box of tissues on his lap, is also staring at his laptop screen.
THIS WEBSITE HAS BEEN BLOCKED BY McAFEE PARENTAL CONTROLS. ]
That's BULLSHIT!
[ A half hour and a lot of swearing later - one foul word for every new HAS BEEN BLOCKED discovery - Aomine is morosely browsing US basketball forums, because his dad hadn't thought to block non-Japanese sites. However, it all comes back around to studying once again, because instead of tissues, Aomine has his English textbook and dictionary on the desk and in his lap and he is stubbornly, bitterly attempting to fuck around, even if he has to learn English to do it.
Eventually, a forum topic that translates, roughly, to "HOW BALL BETTER YOU?" catches his eye. A look through the posts shows many of them to be too long to attempt, but a few are a couple sentences; one or two is just one short statement. He picks several of them and goes to work, muttering under his breath as he puts together semi-legible sentences:
"SOCKS HIGH ME."
"THROW TWO HOUR BROTHER."
"PLEDGE TAKE."
And so on like that, most of them without replies. One, however, earns a long, intense comment chain, prompting Aomine to put a little more effort into getting it to make sense:
"LOTS OF ----- I GET."
Lots of...something. A word he hasn't seen written down. It makes him feel too much like an elementary school kid, but Aomine has to take each letter and sound it out. ]
Ph...uhs...cee.
[ The heck is that even supposed to-- ] ...oh.
[ Aomine's eyes widen with revelation. ]
Ooooohhhh.
[ He spends another half hour deciphering the rest of the comment chain, making out agreement after agreement and, in a few cases, stories from guys about how one night made all the difference in their game, even dropping a few juicy details here and there.
That's all Aomine really needs to be convinced, or at least, convinced enough to give it a shot.
That's why, sometime after 9:30 PM on a Friday night, one unfortunate (or fortunate?) number on his contact list is going to be getting a call, which consists of: ]
Hey.
[ He says as a greeting, before immediately leaping into his next statement: ]
I need to have sex.
((OOC: A (mainly) canon-based PSL! The person on the phone can be any KnB character; or, if you'd like to be an outside character AU'd into the setting, please hit me up on plurk!))
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