Community Guided

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/37612951.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M, Multi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball
Relationship: Aomine Daiki/Kagami Taiga, Aomine Daiki/Original Female
Character(s), Kagami Taiga/Original Female Character(s)
Character: Aomine Daiki, Kagami Taiga, Original Female Character(s), Original
Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Post-
Canon, Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Racism, Racist
Language, Internalized Homophobia, Demisexuality, Angst, Coming
Out, Friends to Lovers, Straight Sex, Gay Sex, Gay Panic, Soul-
Searching, First Time, First Time Topping, First Time Bottoming, First
Gay Kiss, Internal Conflict, Straight Relationship(s), Developing
Relationship, Transphobia, Top/Bottom Versatile, Slow Burn, Sexist
Language, Sexism
Stats: Published: 2022-03-09 Updated: 2022-03-13 Chapters: 6/? Words:
18370

Community Guided
by demonvampire180

Summary

Aomine decides that in order to get even better at basketball that his best option would be
to follow in Kagami's footsteps and head to the states. After graduating high school, and
spending six months having English beaten in to his head by a tutor, he heads off to
California. Enrolling in the same university, he and Kagami strike up friendship once again
until one night, after a few too many drinks and a drunken game of one on one, the two kiss
on the court. Now they're torn, unsure of how to proceed. They're not gay. There's no way.
And it feels like everyone around them is homophobic except maybe their respective
partners. Is there even any meaning behind the kiss in the first place? Can they traverse this
new territory or will their relationship, even as friends, simply fall apart at the seams?

*** This story will contain some very harsh language including homophobic, transphobic,
sexist and racist slurs ***

* There is implied versatile switching of roles though nothing clearly obvious*

Notes

Hello everyone. This is the first time in a very long time that I've ever written something
that is significantly longer than one chapter, so there will be some bumps along the way,
but I hope that you enjoy the development of the story anyway.

I was hoping to write at least a few chapters before posting this first one, since I tend to fall
off the bandwagon a lot, but I was so excited about this story I just couldn't wait. I'll try to
update frequently, but don't be too disappointed if this suddenly drops off the face of the
Earth. I have a few other chapters written, but unfortunately they're not in sequential order
so I can't post them yet. ^^'
 Chapter 1

<Six months before high school graduation>

“Hello Daiki, my name is Annie. I’m glad to meet you.” An unfamiliar face, with an unfamiliar
voice, and unfamiliar accent greeted him through the glowing computer monitor. She was friendly,
and bright, and wore a gentle smile as she gazed at him. And he stared back frozen like a baby
dear.

“H-hello A-A-“ He stuttered, cursing himself.

“Annie.” She finished for him, speaking slowly, enunciating carefully.

“Annie.” He parroted. She nodded. “N-nice to meet you.” His tongue felt so heavy as the words fell
from his lips. He wished he could rewind time so that he could go back to middle school and take
his classes more seriously. Ever since he had decided that he wanted to take basketball even more
seriously, and follow in Kagami’s footsteps, he knew that he would have to start focusing on
developing his English skills. He’d always thought it was a waste of time, it’s not like he needed it
to play basketball, but if he was going to move stateside, his basic tourist levels of the language
weren’t going to cut it. So, he’d done what anyone would do and searched far and wide on the web
for a tutor, trying hard to find one that was a native speaker that was also from the US. He could’ve
used anyone, even someone who spoke it fluently as a second language, but he wanted to sound as
natural as possible. He didn’t want to pick up on any weird vocab from someone that lived in
England or Australia. Their idiosyncrasies were just too different, and he was having a hard enough
time.

“Nice to meet you, too.” She spoke clearly. “Can you tell me about your experience with English?”
Aomine tried hard to keep a neutral face as he listened, but he really couldn’t keep up.

“I’m sorry? Please again.” He said hopelessly.

“Of course.” She repeated the question. When he still couldn’t reply and stared blankly at her, she
effortlessly switched gears and asked in perfectly fluent Japanese, “Daiki, would it be easier for
you if we maybe started off with me teaching you in Japanese? There’s no problem either way.
What is the extent of your English skills?” There was absolutely no judgement in her voice. A little
shocked at her fluency, and complete lack of accent he couldn’t respond right away, but eventually
he found his voice.

Grumbling at his own incompetence he muttered, “Isn’t it better to teach with complete
immersion?”

She laughed. “That is true, but it can also be really difficult for the person learning. When I was
learning Japanese, I was tossed into a classroom with almost no knowledge of the language at all. I
would return to my host family every night nearly in tears because I couldn’t understand! My
classmates were kind, but I would still get made fun of a lot, and I’m old enough that I didn’t have
as many resources as language learners do today. I spent so much time cursing my exchange
program for not having more options for those of us that were still learning. I went to language
classes three nights a week, but it took me my entire three years living there to really feel like I
could call myself fluent.” Aomine made a face. She put her hands up, smiling. “Don’t worry! Like
I said, my resources were extremely limited and because of that, total immersion was basically the
only way I could learn. You have the advantage of having access to the language 24/7. There are
so many apps on your phone, and so may websites you can use for grammar help, and you can
even get a tutor, like me, to teach you one-on-one!”

“I think it would be better for you to teach me in English.” He muttered, face turning pink as he
rubbed at the back of his head. “I’m pretty stupid so the more I’m exposed to it the better it will be,
I think.” Annie chuckled; her expression soft.

Switching back to English she replied, “You’re not stupid, Daiki. English is hard. Language is
hard. So <let’s try our best.>” She pumped her first and nodded her head once in encouragement.
Aomine nodded back despite only catching about a fifth of what she had said. Damn this shit is
going to suck.

<Three months before high school graduation>

“Annie, I got into the college.” Aomine beamed, holding up the acceptance letter to the camera.
Dear Daiki Aomine, we happy to inform you that you have been accepted to XXXX University and
look forward to the coming years- Her eyes scanned the first few lines as the smile spread across
her face. “Thanks to you I was able to get through the application process. Now I’ve got to get my
student VISA.”

She clapped her hands. “That’s amazing, Daiki! I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks.” He grinned back, puffing out his chest with confidence.

“Now I wonder if you can show that same amount of determination on today’s quiz.” She grinned
devilishly, a light glinting in her grey-blue eyes. Aomine swallowed hard, though he tried hard to
hold onto the façade of confidence.

“Easy as pie.” He said, hoping she didn’t hear the quiver in his voice. A reply never came. Instead,
his screen shifted and a quiz popped up. Unable to answer even the first question, the basketball
star questioned what he had gotten himself into.

Needless to say, he never spoke about that quiz again.

<One month until graduation>

Aomine rarely got nervous, and even more so did he get visibly nervous. Today was an exception
as he logged into the web browser for his lesson. Annie had sent him an online quiz that went over
everything they had talked about in the last five months, but he hadn’t been graded on the spot. She
had told him that she wanted him to really take his time and not rush things, and to think through
questions that were giving him trouble. She speculated that, if the quiz had given him his grade
right away at the end, he’d have gotten nervous and rushed. Well now he was nervous for a
completely different reason.

Right on time, as usual, Annie’s face appeared in the right-hand corner of the screen and she could
not hide her expression if she had tried. It was like she’d eaten the sun she was shining so bright,
her eyes glittering like precious jewels in their sockets, a smile threatening to rip her face apart.
“Daiki!” She exclaimed excitedly, slapping her hands against the desk and forgetting her
composure. “Daiki, Daiki, Daiki!”

“W-what?” So startled he slipped and spoke in Japanese.

She thrust a stack of papers at the screen, so excited she could hardly hold them still enough for
Aomine to see that it was his test answers. “Daiki, I think you might be some kind of genius!” She
could hardly contain herself, her neutral teaching accent slipping so much that her far northern
accent came out, making her difficult to understand.
“I know that, but excuse me?” He couldn’t help the jab.

She laughed, snorting. “You’re so confident in everything except your English.” She drew the
papers back to reveal her face once more. “Do you know what you got on this quiz?”

“Of course not. You wouldn’t let me see it.” He huffed, scowling.

She jittered in her seat, shaking. “Guess.”

“No.”

“Guess.” She pressed.

“No.” He hated stupid games like guessing more than anything. They were a waste of time and
energy.

“Ugh, you are such the spoil sport!” She grumped. “You got an eighty-seven percent. Eighty-
seven. Do you even know how good that is?”

He gawked at her. Eighty-seven was a horrible score. Sure, it was passing, but that meant that he
could barely hold a conversation in English. Where had he screwed up the most? He wracked his
brain, trying to pull test questions from memory, but couldn’t come up with anything. There were
sections that were extremely difficult but nothing that stuck out more than anything else. “Sensei,
have you lost it?” He slipped in Japanese again in his disbelief.

She was grinning, wildly, at him. “Do you want to know a secret, Daiki?” He frowned, nodding.
“The quiz I gave you was two levels higher than I would normally give students at what should be
your level.” His eyes about fell out of his head. “We haven’t even been working together for half a
year and you started off at essentially zero. You’ve grown so much in that amount of time. If I had
given you the correct test, you’d have thought it was so easy that you would accuse me of looking
down on you.” He flapped his mouth a few times. “Don’t try to deny it. Your attitude when you’re
speaking in Japanese is like reading an open book. Your confidence is out of this world.”

He was flabbergasted. His eyes hurt from holding them open, but he was so shocked he couldn’t
get them to close. His mouth gaped as he reached for words but found himself speechless. All of
his struggle, all his time and effort, was coming to fruition. His hard work was paying off in big
ways.

Annie spoke again, her gentle demeanor back in place. “Daiki, the test that I gave you would be
something I’d give someone who had typically been studying with me for two years or more.
There’s grammar on that test that I can guarantee you a majority of American students wouldn’t
have gotten right. Granted, grammar was by and far your worst area, the best being vocabulary, but
you still scored almost sixty-five percent on that alone. That’s why I think you might actually be a
genius. Did you even realize that you can follow along in lessons perfectly fine now? I almost
never have to explain things to you in Japanese anymore, even really difficult concepts.” He shook
his head. “Ugh, I’m just so proud of you!” She gushed. “You’re going to be just fine over here, I
know it. Until then, let’s keep studying hard, okay?” He simply nodded. Something, a sense of
pride maybe, swelled in his chest. Suddenly his move stateside seemed just a little less scary.

<Graduation>

Unsurprisingly, there were no tears. Not from him at least. Girls flocked around him as they
pestered him for his Line information and email address, claiming that they wanted to keep in
touch. He staved them off with bullshit excuses for awhile until he finally exploded at them,
yelling that he was moving to California to pursue basketball and that he didn’t want anything to do
with any of them as soon as the ceremony was over. While a few of them backed off, a few of his
hardcore fans clung on, claiming that his tsundere attitude wasn’t enough to dissuade them.
Finally, after God knows how long, Satsuki came to his rescue, dragging him far away from the
hoards of onlookers. “Ugh, so annoying.” He grumbled, raking a hand through his hair. “All of
them thinking they’re hot shit. None of them are even that sexy.” His friend laughed, wrapping
herself around his arm. “Oy, get your tits off of me.”

“Nuh-uh.” She pressed her chest harder against him. “I know that you’re a boob guy.”

He retched. “It’s like having my sister’s tits on me. I’m going to throw up.” He pretended like he
was going to, covering his mouth with a hand. She squeezed herself extra close one last time before
letting go, her expression all smiles. “I’m going to tell Tetsuya that you cheated on him.”

“As if he’ll believe you.” She stretched her arms out behind her back, leaning forward. “So. How
long do I have you for?” He heard a few soft pops as her spine aligned itself.

“Until the end of July.”

“Well then. I’ll have to get my fill of you before then.” Satsuki slapped him heavily on the
shoulder before turning on her heel and heading back into the throng of students filing out of the
gym, diplomas in hand.

Later that evening Annie congratulated him. “Good job, Daiki. You’re officially an adult.”

“I’m still only seventeen.”

“Close enough. How as the ceremony?” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Did you cry?”

“Of course not.” He glared at her, nostrils flaring in annoyance. She laughed, throwing her head
back. “It wasn’t that funny.” He huffed.

“You’re right. But seriously, congrats. It’s so strange that you guys graduate in March. I guess it
just means that you’re going to have plenty of time to study. Are you going to work in the mean
time?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“What are you planning to do?” He shrugged. He’d thought about getting a part time job for awhile
but he’d never bothered to look. Now that he had the time, he didn’t have a clue what he wanted to
do. “You should look for something where your English will be really helpful. Something in a
tourist-y area would be great.”

“You think I have the composure to work with people?” He eyed her, dubiously. She laughed
again.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Think about jobs where you can use it without having to talk to
people, then. I’m sure there’s something. Maybe a basic translating job. I can give you a
recommendation if you need it.”

“I’ll think about it.” All he knew for sure was that the next few months were going to be long, and
difficult, but deep inside his gut he felt an overwhelming sense of excitement. A new chapter was
about to begin.

“Well then. Let’s get started.” Annie’s chirper voice cut through the inner monologue and their
lessons began.
 Chapter 2
Chapter Summary

Aomine gets shown around campus and meets some interesting fellows.

Chapter Notes

*** This chapter contains strong racist and homophobic language ***

“Holy fuck is it hot.” The plane touched down at LAX around 4:30 PM on a Saturday. Sunlight
poured through the plane’s tiny windows, and it didn’t take long for the cabin to heat up despite
every single AC vent being turned on max. Turning his phone off airplane mode, the weather
updated slowly just to inform him that outside was a sweltering ninety-five degrees. Japan was
definitely hot, there was no denying it, but Aomine seriously considered the thought of dying of
heat stroke before he’d even stepped foot on US soil.

He wiped at his forehead, uncomfortably, pulling his arm back glistening with sweat. His seatmates
looked around blearily as they fanned themselves with their t-shirts. All around him passengers
shifted uncomfortably, and he caught snippets of irritated, flustered, conversation. The plane
eventually parked itself and the announcement for disembarking sparked cheers of joy and a flurry
of people struggling to get out as soon as possible. Aomine thanked his huge build at that moment
as he clawed his carry-on luggage out of overhead storage without any hassle at all and managed to
stand his ground as people pushed to get off the plane. He helped an older woman get her luggage
down, as well as a man that was thin as a sheet of paper, both thanking him profusely through
sleepy mouths. Eventually he made it off the plane, no worse for wear.

After collecting his luggage, four large bags in total, he called for a taxi and carted off towards his
next destination: the university. Upon arrival, his eyes grew as large as dinner plates as he looked
around. The place was absolutely enormous. Building upon building passed by as the driver headed
towards his dorm, and large, grassy, yards filled in the empty spaces. Students milled about,
though Aomine guessed that it was mostly foreigners and some early arrivals seeing as classes
didn’t start for another three weeks and the regular move in date for those living in the dorms
wasn’t until next weekend.

The driver pulled up to a building almost as tall as a small scraper and turned on his hazards. “Can
I help you with your bags at all, sir?” He asked in a thick, unfamiliar, accent. Aomine shook his
head, pulling at the door handle to let himself out. “Are you sure?” The driver gave him a kind,
questioning, look. “That’s a lot for one person.”

He shook his head once again. Unfortunately, a lot of the stories that he’d heard about theft in the
US had gotten into his head and he was hard pressed to trust someone that he’d only just met,
especially some cabbie. “I’ll figure it out.” He hopped out of the cab and dragged one suitcase after
another out of the trunk before handing the driver a hundred-dollar bill, letting him keep the
change. The mans aged, lined face lit up and he thanked him, repeatedly. “Don’t mention it.”
Aomine said, waving him off. As he drove away, the boy set to work figuring out how the hell he
was going to get this all upstairs.

He struggled for about fifteen minutes, trying different formations of bags, when a girl appeared
before him. Glancing up he frowned. She had a very distinct style, similar to a goth Lolita if he had
to put a name to it. She was tiny, shorter than even Tetsu if he had to guess, and very petite though
her platform boots had to add an extra three or four inches minimum. Her skin was pale, though it
was difficult to tell with the long sleeves, and she had sharp green eyes. At the moment, they were
fixed on him as he struggled. “Need some help there, buddy?” She asked, a voice deeper than he
would’ve expected coming from her lips. There was no condescension in her tone, though there
was no false cheerfulness either. She looked bored, as if she really couldn’t have cared about his
response either way. Her green eyes never left his face.

“I’ve got it.” He replied, shifting one of the bags again as it threatened to fall over. “I don’t need a
girls help.”

“Ooo, a misogynist, are we?” She mocked, expression not changing a bit.

Aomine searched his brain for a definition but found none. “Misogynist?” The word rolled off his
tongue like a lead balloon.

She rolled her eyes dramatically. “You don’t think I’ll be helpful because I’m just a girl, right?”

He straightened up, feeling drained physically, and mentally. “I never said that. I just don’t need
your help. I’ll figure it out myself.”

She put her thin hips on her waist and huffed impatiently, “Dude. I’ve literally been watching you
struggle ever since that cab rolled away. What the hell were you thinking? Did you bring your
entire bedroom with you? Where the hell are you from, the planet Jupiter?” She eyed him
suspiciously. “Don’t tell me you’re actually an alien? Can you not return home so you had to pack
your whole life into these-” She counted the suitcases “-five pieces of luggage?”

Her rapid-fire questions hit him one after another and he tried to keep up, though his sleep deprived
brain made most of it out to be complete non-sense. He was not ready for this sort of interrogation
the moment he arrived here, and if he was his usual self, he would have had something snappy to
say in reply, but at the moment it took all he could to translate. “I’m not an alien. I’m from Japan.”
Dumb fuck, he wanted to add, but refrained.

“Hah!” She brazenly pointed a finger in his face, though her full reach only got to about chin
height. “So, you are an alien!” She smiled triumphantly. “So, alien, do you want some help
moving your alien shit or what? If you don’t do something soon, you’re going to start drawing
attention to yourself.” I’m pretty sure you’re drawing more attention than I am, you little shrimp.
He swatted away her hand.

“I’m not a fucking alien.” He was about to introduce himself but stopped short. Why should he
have to introduce himself first when she was the one who approached him? “What’s your name
shrimpy?”

Her pale skin flushed crimson. “Is that any way to talk to a lady?”

“I mean you basically called me a woman hater earlier, anyway, so what do you care?”

Caught, she was unable to respond. After a long moment she crossed her arms over her chest and
said, confidently, “My name is Kaylee. Kaylee Jones. I’m majoring in economics. What about you,
Alien?”

He glared at her, biting back a few choice words. “Daiki. Daiki Aomine. I’m in general studies for
now.”

“Pleased to make your formal acquaintance, Daiki.” She held out a small hand and he took it,
cautiously. “We don’t get too many aliens here on planet Earth, but if you ever have any questions
come find me. I’m up in room 418 but don’t get any funny ideas. I’m family friendly in this
household.” Staring in disbelief, Aomine couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up from within him.
He was caught completely off guard, and this stranger was throwing him off his place. It was hard
to keep up his walls around her, even if she didn’t mean to do it.

Awkwardly still standing there holding her hand she eventually let go and grabbed the handle of
two of his bags. “Put your carry-on on top of that one. I’ll drag these two. The rest is up to you.”
She didn’t wait for a response, heading quickly towards the front entrance.

Surprised, Aomine quickly loaded the bags together and chased after her, unable to utter a word of
complaint. Somehow, some way, he’d managed to secure a friend on his very first day on campus.
A blessing that he wouldn’t immediately be aware of.

-x-

A few, uneventful days, passed by. Kaylee dropped by his second day and offered to give him a
quick tour of the campus, or at least what was near-by and he gladly took her up on the offer. His
body was stiff from traveling, and he was hoping to maybe find some outdoor courts within
walking distance. He was itching to play.

Despite her short legs she moved quickly, buzzing from building to building and explaining what
facilities were in each. She showed him the recreational building which she informed him had a
revolving schedule of student lead work out classes that changed each semester. In the same
building there was the pool which had free swim Monday through Friday for a few hours in the
afternoon, and free swim all day on the weekends after ten since the swim team practiced before
that. There were three large gyms, two cordoned off by mesh nets to indicate their boundaries,
which were mainly used for the physical education classes, and the main, largest, gym which held
bleachers for actual games. Above the double gym was a full-sized track that was surrounded by
cardio equipment and a large stretching area. Tucked away in a corner, in its own room, was a
large weight room with all sorts of equipment and free weights. It was packed to the gills as they
passed by. “We have some sort of health education program here so the weight room is used for
classes once in a while.” She explained, waving a hand dismissively. “It’s usually not too busy,
though that depends entirely on what time of day you go.” She moved on quickly, speeding
through the rest of the building; pickleball courts, tennis courts, a rock-climbing wall, some dance
classrooms. It wasn’t interesting she told him. Nothing too special. Japanese universities could
never. He thought, idly. Students were too focused on studying and clubs to take much interest in
personal activities it seemed like.

They passed through a few courtyards, Kaylee flippantly pointing out the buildings with the food
courts and library as though they were of no importance to her. She brought him, briefly, through
the main hall building, the one which held all the meeting rooms and even a small movie theater
that showed films one week at a time, free, to students. “When you go through orientation that’s
where they’ll make you go.” She nodded at the currently empty auditorium. He nodded. They
scurried along through some of the different department buildings; he would have most of his
classes in the three buildings closet to the dorms, he surmised, seeing as he didn’t have a specific
field of study yet. It would make life easy, at least for now.
Finally, they breaked for a snack, his companion guzzling down a can of some off brand energy
drink and a nutritional bar. Aomine dug into a cold deli sandwich which, while satiating his
appetite, left a lot to be desired. He sipped at a can of coffee, swishing it around a little as he tried
to decide whether it was better or worse than back home. The two spoke infrequently between
bites, comfortable in the silence, and once finished zipped through just two more buildings before
Kaylee declared her exhaustion and demanded that she retreat back to her room. Aomine let her go
without a single complaint, his patience meter running close to E. Not to mention that it was even
hotter today than yesterday and he had stupidly decided to wear jeans. All he wanted to do was
strip down to his birthday suit and lay in bed with the AC blasting.

The next few days were no better in terms of temperature and Aomine found himself channeling
his inner hermit as he locked himself up inside, coming out only in time for meals and bathing, as
well as the international student orientation he was forced to attend. Around his seventh day there,
the air seemed to settle a bit and it felt cool enough to venture out. He’d managed to get his phone
line all set up so he felt comfortable to wander a bit since he could Google translate if he needed to,
and he had some sort of map on his phone that could get him where he needed to go.

Setting out, his headphones in with music blaring, he set out at a brisk jog to take in the
surroundings all the while hoping to stumble upon some courts. After four miles, and no luck, he
paused in the shade of a tree and tapped out basketball courts into the map app. It pulled up a huge
list of places. He scrolled for a moment before grunting in frustration and adding outdoor to the
search because most of the ones that came up were pay-to-play places, and he had a feeling he
wouldn’t find the type of basketball he wanted to play at those courts. The list shortened by a wide
margin, and after sorting by distance, he found a court that he’d apparently passed, and not noticed,
while running. Turning around, he headed back the direction he came.

A half mile up the road a sign for a park came into view and Aomine glanced around. He breathed
a sigh of relief when he spotted a hoop, surrounded by a fence, in the distance. Taking out a
headphone he approached, the sound of whooping and shouting growing louder the closer he got.
When he was about a hundred or so feet away the players on the court came in to view; tall,
gangly, and sun kissed, eight players moved swiftly over the concrete, a familiar speck of orange
flashing in and out of view as it was dribbled and passed. He watched their every movement, eyes
never coming off the ball. So focused on what was happening behind the chain-link fence, Aomine
failed to notice the ninth person in the group who stood off to the side, leaning against a cracked
green picnic table. The person watched him with interest as they sucked on the straw of an empty
juice pouch.

“Oy.” Finally, they called out. “Oy!” Aomine dragged his eyes from the court, scowling. “This is a
private game.” He spoke with a decidedly heavy voice; it wasn’t deep, necessarily, but it sounded
as though it dragged its way up from the depths of his chest before he even opened his mouth. His
tone was nasally, and if Aomine was honest, unpleasant.

“If you wanted a private game,” Aomine growled, “you should have played in a private place.” His
blue eyes narrowed, fists clenching at his sides.

The guy scoffed, eyeing him up and down with disgust. “The fuck?” He rose to his full height. His
slumped form was misleading, and Aomine actually had to look up, even at a distance, to look at
his face. This guy has to be close to seven feet tall. He gawked, though his face remained stern,
sneering. “I said this is a private game so fucking get lost.”

“This is public property; I can be here if I damn well please.” Aomine straightened himself up and
took a warning step forward. What was with this guy?
The guy paused, and then burst into laughter. The sound of the ball hitting the court stopped and
suddenly all nine pair of eyes were on him as if waiting to consume him. “Public property? Boys.
Did you hear that? This is public property.” He mimicked Aomine’s voice and burst into further
laughter. “You must be new here, kid.” He hissed. Now it was his turn to step forward, the gesture
holding much more weight than his own had.

“Jayron, who is that punk? We’re in the middle of a game.” One of the other players called out,
wiping the sweat off the face with the front of his t-shirt.

“I was just about to score, get him the fuck out of here. He’s ruining my pace.” Another jeered,
sneering and showing off a mouthful of broken and uneven teeth. There was a tattoo on his bicep
and, although he couldn’t see it clearly, Aomine had a feeling he knew what it was and that he
really didn’t want to see it clearly.

Standing his ground, he crossed his arms over his chest and replied, loud enough for all to hear,
“I’m here to play basketball, kid.” He breathed the word with venom. “Seems like I’d have better
luck at a children’s party than I would here.” The taunt was unjustified, but it served its purpose
well. An uproar of noise followed the statement and the guy named Jayron closed the gap between
them in just a few steps.

“The fuck did you say? You see, chink, this court belongs to us. We use it when we want to, and no
fucking slanty eyed bitch is going to stop us.” He grabbed him by the front of the shirt and pulled
up until Aomine was standing on the balls of his feet. He wrapped his hand around the man’s wrist
but couldn’t loosen his grip. “You wanna play basketball? Then go back to where you came from.
Your third world country doesn’t even know what real basketball is. And while you’re at it, learn
to speak English you little faggot.” He carelessly let go of Aomine and shoved him away. “Stupid
fucking illegals, coming to this country like they matter. Disgusting.” That was the last straw. The
growing anger in him bubbled over and he drew his fist back before swinging with all he had at
Jayron’s face. He made contact though the guy moved just in time to avoid any real damage. His
knuckles skidded across his skin, drawing blood. Before either of them even registered what had
happened Aomine was throwing his other fist after drawing his knee up in the taller man’s
stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Coming back to his senses, Jayron threw his hands up to
protect his face before counter attacking with a jab of his own, connecting with Aomine’s ribs. A
moment later the younger boy was sent back with a wild side kick aimed at his chest. Growling
fiercely Aomine pounced and managed to grab him by the throat, fingers digging him. Jayron
wrapped his absurdly long fingers around his own and pulled until he could breathe though
Aomine kept pushing back until they toppled to the ground. His aggressor flailed wildly under him,
nearly bucking him off a few times but failing. His temple throbbed, and he could feel the
prescense of the other men on the court approaching. Derogatory names were being thrown at him
left and right but he hardly registered them. All he could think about was choking this man out,
watching as the light left his eyes. That was, until, he heard his name.

“Aomine?” The word floated through his brain like a dream. “Aomine, is that you? What are you
doing?” It still didn’t click and he dug his fingers deeper into the other man’s flesh. He’d stopped
flailing as his strength left him, but he still scrabbled at his fingers, his pale features turning more
and more ghostly as his life force tried to leave him. “Ahomine stop, you’re going to kill him for
real. What the hell are you thinking?” He was ripped away from the other man. The moment his
fingers were torn from his neck, he turned over heaving for air and coughing up bile. A gaze,
darker than the midnight sky, glared at him. “Jayron, what the hell man?”

“Ka…ga…mi?” Coming back to his senses, the anger leaving his body like a flood, he turned his
head to see an all too familiar figure standing behind him, dressed in a pair of shorts and a plain
white t-shirt. “Oy. Bakagami.” Red eyes turned to him.
“Don’t look at me like I’m the ghost of Christmas past. Tell me what the hell is going on here, and
why you’re trying to choke this moron out? You were going to kill him.” Kagami switched
effortlessly into Japanese, much to the chargin of the other men now standing just a few feet away.

“This fucker attacked Jayron!” Bicep tattoo screamed, pointing an accusing finger at him. “He kept
starin’ at us so we tried to get him to leave.” The blond on the ground nodded, still unable to form
words. “We weren’t doing nothing wrong.”

“Shut up.” Kagami turned an icy glare on the men, and to Aomine’s surprise, they backed off.
Turning his attention back, he held out a hand to Aomine who, after a long hesitation, took it and
dragged himself to his feet. Once again in Japanese, Kagami urged, “Dude. What in the actual
fuck? Why are you here? And why is this how I find you?”

Aomine brushed himself off, grimacing when his hand brushed over his ribs where the guy had
landed a punch. “I just got here. I was looking for some local courts and then these dimwits
attacked me. Spoutin’ off some bullshit about this is a private game.”

Kagami sighed and dropped his head into his hands. In English he sighed, “You guys are fucking
idiots, all of you.” They jumped to respond but a single look had them backing off once more. “All
of you,” he eyed the group, then the ringleader still huddled on the ground, and finally Aomine,
“picked fights with the wrong people.” Groaning, he threw his head back, placed his hands on his
hips, took a deep breath, and then finally looked at all of them. “This here,” he jabbed a thumb at
the other boy, “is a friend… a rival… from high school. Those fools,” he indicated the mass of
players with his chin, “are other students at the college that I play with once in a while.”

“They’re racist pieces of dog shit.” Aomine spit in Japanese, glaring without pause at them. They
sneered back, baring their would-be fangs.

“Whatever your beef is, you should settle it how we all know to best. On the court.” A chorus of
disapproval sprung up.

“I’m not playing with no little chink that can’t even speak English good.” A different member
muttered. A few others rose up in agreement.

“No worries. I’ll play with him. Us against you.”

“Two against eight? Are you making fun of us?”

“Two against six. Eights too many on the court. You can switch out players whenever you want.”

“Taiga, are you on his side cause you’re from the same shithole place?”

“So what if I am? Are you afraid to lose to a person of color?” Kagami taunted.

“There’s no way you’ll win. Not a chance in hell. Let’s do this, boys. Jayron, you sit out.” He
couldn’t even bring himself to nod.

“Kagami-“

“I’ll explain later. For now, get ready. This is real streetball.”

-x-

Aomine returned home a few hours later. Needless to say, he and Kagami won the game in the
end, but the struggle was real. They played a lot more aggressively than he had expected, probably
more so because of what he’d done, and their footwork was on a different level. Afterwards,
Kagami spent some time explaining to both sides, and the men agreed to let Aomine play with
them, acknowledging his skills in the game. He then explained to Aomine why he hung out with
them, and informed him that the only one he really had to worry about was David, or bicep tattoo,
and even then, as long as he kept his head down, he was in the free and clear.

Dropping into bed, Aomine breathed deeply and let the exhausting take over him. His reunion
hadn’t gone exactly to plan, though in reality there really hadn’t been one in the first place, but now
Kagami knew that he was here and they could start playing together, again. Although he wouldn’t
admit it, Aomine was looking forward to that more than anything else. Taking one long breath of
air, he breathed out slowly, letting himself sink into sleep, not caring one bit about how dirty he
had become.
 Chapter 3
Chapter Summary

In which Aomine meets Kagami's girlfriend. (And the author has a quarter life crisis.)

Chapter Notes

I don't know how to write sports play by plays so like... Use your imagination and cut
me some slack, okay? ;-; Sports ball is fun to watch but hard to write!

*** This chapter contains blatant sexism ***

See the end of the chapter for more notes

The next few months seemed to pass by in a blur. Aomine managed to get his schedule figured out,
embarrassed to find that he would be taking a few pre-college college courses before he could take
the ones needed to complete his degree because he had done poorly on the placement exams.
Somehow, he managed to get into highest level English courses, though they focused mostly on
writing papers and comprehension, but it meant that he’d only have to take a couple of those
classes to graduate rather than a whole smorgasbord of them. While not high school level, he’d
been forced to register for basic science courses since they were the lowest level the school
offered. After receiving his scores, he had told no one. He’d torn the print out up and thrown it
right in the recycling bin, face beet red as he stormed out of the computer lab. The last one he’d had
to suffer through was math, though it ended up being his easiest assessment and he’d passed with
flying colours. If he hadn’t needed at least one four credit course to graduate, he would have tested
out of math altogether.

Somehow, maybe due to the influence from the Gods of fate, or just sheer luck, he and Kagami
wound up in a few of the same classes. The redhead sheepishly told him the first week of classes
that he had basically failed all of his assessments except the English one, so he had actually taken
the entry level courses over the summer so that he wouldn’t be behind. “I knew you were stupid,
Bakagami, but that didn’t mean you had to live up to your name!” Aomine gawked at him, stopped
dead in his tracks with amazement.

“You don’t have to tell me twice, Ahomine-“

“You don’t even have the right to be calling me that, you shit fer brains-“

“Shut yer mouth wouldja?” The boy got in his face, baring his teeth. “I already heard enough of it
from my parents after they told me they wouldn’t pay for remedial classes for such a brain-dead
child.” Onlookers walked past quickly, suppressing giggles and speaking in hushed tones. A few
suspicious looking guys stopped to try and egg them on, chanting fight, fight, fight from a safe
distance. Sparks flew between them.

“Aho, I don’t even speak English and I did better than you. This is American college we’re talking
about, here. Are you even fucking trying?” Aomine leaned in until their foreheads nearly touched,
jabbing an accusatory finger at his chest.

Kagami defiantly closed the gap, ramming his own forehead hard against the other players. “The
hell you don’t speak English. Don’t give me that shit.” They shoved each other back and forth,
growling like mad dogs as they attempted to assert dominance. “And the fuck you mean this is an
American college? Hard subjects are hard no matter where you are.”

“A preschooler could have passed those tests and you managed to fail two out of three areas?”

“Huuuhnnnn?” Their growling intensified as well as their bickering until people half way across
campus caught sounds of what could have been rabid wolves on the wind. The boys didn’t speak
for a week afterwards.

In the meantime, Aomine settled into student life. His classes were dull, but manageable, and he
managed to snag a part time student job helping out a professor with some basic secretarial work.
He didn’t have to interact with people, and it helped kill ten hours a week of his time. The
professor was amicable, but often buried himself in so much work that he hardly noticed whether
the boy was there or not, and didn’t seem to care one way or another about the effort put forth in
handling the daily tasks he was given. Aomine liked the guy and most often used this two-hour
window to catch up on homework or watching pick-up games on his phone. He couldn’t believe
how often games were broadcast live, here. It was a never-ending stream of information and
players. He drank in the information like he’d otherwise die of thirst.

At night he found himself going for extended runs, sometimes going as far as ten miles or more,
before heading out to the courts near campus. The group of men he’d met his first week there
played almost every single night, with a few regulars but mostly an ever-rotating cast of…
interesting… members. David, to Aomine’s dismay, was one of the regulars who showed up and
his haughty attitude towards him hadn’t changed a bit. Jayron didn’t show up for close to a month
and even after he managed to come back, he shrank away from him like a kicked puppy. The
bruises left by his fingers took months to heal completely. Not only that but he’d managed to assert
some dominance, and despite the bad blood built between them, he often found himself at the
center of the matches. They spent a lot of time trying to undermine his skill but failed again and
again until they gave up.

One evening, about half way through a game, Kagami showed up with an unfamiliar face in tow.
“This is my girlfriend, Whitney.”

She waved, smiling. “I already know most of you. Who’s this newbie?” She looked at Aomine
with wide, strikingly blue, eyes. It was a stark contrast to her olive skin, but matched beautifully
with the ashy-blonde of her hair.

Wiping sweat off his forehead, Aomine smirked and replied, “Daiki. Aomine Daiki.” Kagami’s
been holding out on me. While not nearly as tall as the redhead, she still would have easily towered
over the average woman, standing at nearly six feet tall. He had the feeling that had been in sports
for most of her life seeing as she was wearing a crop top that barely covered her small chest and
exposed her toned midriff. While she didn’t have abs, there was definitely definition there. She
probably ran, or did track.

“He’s the one I told you about. The one who followed me from Japan.”

“Hey!” He barked, scowling. “You’re making me sound like a love-sick girlfriend or something. I
didn’t follow you specifically. I came here to try and get into the NBA.”

Kagami grimaced. “Love-sick girlfriend? Blech. I don’t even want to think about that. How else
am I supposed to say it?”

“Ehh? Use that thick head of yours. We’re rivals, you hear me? Rivals.”

Whitney laughed, a deep and rich sound that came all the way from her belly. “I can see that you
two get along. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Get along where?” They asked in union, turning identical flabbergasted gazes on her.

She doubled over in laughter, her long hair falling into her face. “You guys are hilarious. Taiga, I
knew you were an idiot but this is too much.” He stared at her with a deer-in-headlights look,
trying to calculate where she could have drawn that conclusion. “Well, whatever. Daiki, was it?”
He nodded. “It’s nice to meet you, but I seem to have come at a bad time. Do y’all need any more
players?”

“You play?” He asked, dumbfounded. “These guys are pretty rough.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him and put her hands on her hips. “Would you say that to another guy?
Don’t underestimate me.”

“Watch what you say to her.” Another player from behind him said. “She’s violent as fuck.”

“You scared of a woman?” David asked, laughing. “She’s a pussy just like any other bitch.”

“How can you say that after she wiped the floor with you last weekend?”

He sputtered. “I was just off my game-“

“Sure, you were. Just know that if she’s playing, I want to be on her team.”

Aomine looked at them, dumbfounded. “You guys let her play with you?”

They rubbed the backs of their heads, sour looks on their faces. “Cause Taiga makes us. Says that
she wants a real challenge once in a while. If I had my way she wouldn’t.”

“Dude, she can hear you.”

“So what? She knows her place.”

“She shouldn’t be playing basketball; she should be at home in the kitchen making sandwiches and
babies. That’s all women are good for, anyway.” David growled. “But because y’all are pussies,
and are scared of some monkey from the jungle, she gets to play.”

Aomine’s gaze shifted to the woman and was shocked to see that her expression hadn’t changed.
She stood her ground as though she hadn’t heard them. American woman are a different breed. He
thought, admiringly. Maybe that’s insulting? The thought crossed his mind. He’d been spending a
lot of time with Kaylee and had started thinking about how he spoke about women, though it didn’t
change much. Turning his gaze back he said to the men, “Oy. Watch what you say.”

“Weren’t you just saying the same thing? Or are you trying to win her over hoping she’ll sleep with
you?”

“Watch you mouth.” Kagami spoke just then, fury in his eyes.

Whitney sighed, loudly, in exasperation. “Taiga, down boy. Are you guys going to play or not? I
don’t have time to deal with a bunch of man babies tonight. If we’re not playing, I’m heading to the
gym.” She put a hand on top of guys head and stroked it like he was a dog as he sat there baring his
fangs. Slowly he settled, though the anger in his eyes remained.

“She can play.” Aomine said, chucking the ball he was holding at her. She caught it easily, hands
moving from her hips to her chest in one fluid motion. “Kagami, you’re playing too.”

“Of course, I am, Ahomine.” Finally, he smiled - a dark glint in his eye as they approached the
court.

“Hey, what about the game we were playing?”

“I was already dragging you through the mud, just accept it as a loss.” Aomine said. “You couldn’t
have won if we played five more games.”

“Since there’s three of us, why don’t we play three-on-three?” Whitney offered, spinning the ball
on the tip of her finger. It balanced as though it had always been there – like it was an extension of
her hand. “I’m sure y’all wouldn’t mind since having me on their team would be giving these guys
a handicap… Right?” Aomine shivered as the air around her shifted. She’d already had a strong
prescense, but now that she stood on the court, she reminded him a bit of his former teammates. He
was getting excited. What sort of basketball is she going to show me, Kagami?

David sneered. “Fine but don’t come crying when you get hurt, bitch.” He reached out to snatch
the ball from her but she swiftly stepped around him without the ball every losing its spin. When he
reached out again, she dropped the ball to dribble, her body hunched forward as passed the ball
from hand to hand, every flick of the wrist effortless. As he reached towards her, again and again,
she took a step back, raised her arms, and shot. The ball flew through the air, bounced once on the
rim, and then tipped into the basket. The sound of it hitting the court echoed in the evenings
silence.

“I’ll make sure that if I need to cry, I’ll do it in Taiga’s shoulder.” She drove a hand through her
hair, grinning. “That’s acceptable, right honey?” The sarcasm in her tone oozed like honey, sweet
and thick.

Without even noticing the two of them were both grinning; Kagami with pure appreciation, and
Aomine excitement and anticipation. He’d never played with a girl of this level before. They’d
only just met, but he could easily see what attracted the redhead. He’d found himself a good one.
He licked his lips as the tension mounted. “You’d better now hold us back.” A shiver ran up his
spine. One similar to when he played with Tetsu. What sorts of unknowns was she going to bring
to the table?

She snorted and ran to pick up the ball. Passing it to Kagami, she took the hair tie off her wrist and
tied her hair up in a knot at the nape of her neck. “Who says it’s going to be me holding us back?”
Both boys shook with joy at the obvious provocation. The game was on.

And it was over before they knew it. The regular players couldn’t hold a candle to Whitney even as
they repeatedly checked her, being much more aggressive than they usually wore. With no ref,
there was no one to call foul play, but the number of times she got knocked on her ass was uncalled
for. Despite this, she scored more points on her own than the entirety of their team together. While
not a hundred percent accurate like Midorima, the number of times she swooshed the ball in was
unreal. Her footwork was fast, and nimble, and with her small frame even more so. She wove in out
and out of players like they weren’t even then, often passing the ball between their legs before
shooting down the court like a meteorite. After the first quarter she suddenly had two of the three
players guarding her but they were like mice against a vulture. Her sharp eyes let her find the
smallest opening and she could pass the ball to either of them without hardly a glance.
 Unfortunately, like Tetsu, her biggest downfall was her stamina, though she outdid everyone on the
opposing team by a long shot. By the end of the match, they had three completely different players
than they started with, and although she was gasping for air, her hair and clothes matted with sweat
to her body, she was still standing. All the others were collapsed at the picnic table, faces green
with nausea as the tried their best to not pass out.

When the final point was scored, she fell to the ground and let out a yell, dropping back onto her
hands, head drooping back as if too heavy to hold up. “Fuck I’m tired!” She screamed at no on in
particular, though she was still smiling. “You two are animals. Did you grow up in a fucking zoo?
Did they do experiments on ya as a child? How the fuck are you still standing?”

Aomine wiped his face of sweat with his t-shirt and extended a hand to her which she took a long,
long, moment to take hold of. Helping her to his feet he said, “That’s what happens you play a lot
of strong people. If I’m going to be number one, I can’t let a few punks from the streets beat me.”

“Let me know what your parents were feeding ya so that I can give it to my future children.”

“You’re not half bad yourself. What’s with that footwork?”

She eyed him, dubious. “I don’t want to hear that coming from you. Taiga, I get what you were
saying now. You played this monster in high school?”

“And won.” He said smugly, coming up and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She made a
face. “Oh, sorry, do I smell?” He teased, rubbing his armpit against her arm.

“Ugh that’s disgusting.”

Kagami’s face went serious for just a moment, though, as he added, “Though it wasn’t just me. I
had some really awesome upper classmen. Without them I couldn’t have done anything.” He
paused. “Not to mention that demon of a coach.” He shuddered as he remembered the beach
running he did.

“That shrimp was really something. You guys were so scared of her it was hilarious.”

“Her? Your coach was a girl?”

“Oh yeah, I never told you? She was one of our upper classmen. Her dad was a sports therapist or
something so she was super smart about like muscles and stuff.”

She nodded, knowingly. “That would make a lot of sense then why you didn’t brush me off.”

“His coach here is a woman, too.”

“Alex, right? Didn’t she play for the WNBA?”

“Yeah, but now she just coaches street brats like him how to play.” Aomine threw a thumb in
Kagami’s direction. He glared at him, but the boy paid him no mind. “Anyway. It was fun to play,
Whitney. Next time I look forward to winning.”

Her eyes widened. “We did win, or do you have short term memory loss?”

“I mean against you.” He extended his hand, his usual cocky smirk spreading over his face. She
paused but then, saying nothing in reply, took his hand and shook, gripping tight.

Chapter End Notes

Chapter End Notes

Writing is hard. Why am I doing this to myself? Why didn't I pick an easier hobby?
The proof is in the pudding, but what if the pudding is already bad?
 Chapter 4
Chapter Summary

In which Aomine is a hero defending the meek and weak.

Chapter Notes

*** Once again, this chapter contains some very offensive language ***

The next day, things went smoothly, as usual, through most of his morning. His first class of the
day was canceled, but since he was already up and ready, he decided to head to the library to do
some studying. He’d been keeping in contact with Annie, having her send out worksheets every so
often, and also utilizing her skills to help him go over his English papers before they were due. He
had a report due at the end of the week and she’d sent him back a list of corrections to look over. It
was a pretty big paper, and he lacked the confidence to proceed with it, especially given that it was
research paper. They’d never been his strong suit, not even in his native language, and navigating
the ins and outs was extremely taxing on him. To his pleasant surprise, the paper came back with
fewer corrections than he’d anticipated.

“The paper was good overall,” the familiar voice chimed through the headphones, “but you’re still
making a lot of the same small grammar mistakes that we’ve gone over countless time. I’ll send
you a worksheet that focuses on that grammar point. I want you to go over it before you go through
and make the corrections in your paper so that you understand why you’re making them.” He
grunted in reply, scanning through the pages quickly, noting every red tick mark or circle he found.
“How are things going over all? Are you settling in?”

He nodded, looking up into the camera. “It’s a weird adjustment.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I bet. The cultural differences between our countries is kind of outlandish. Be
thankful you’re in a place like Cali. I think you’d have a hard time getting used to southern
hospitality, or the mid-west nice. They sure like to talk your ear off, and you won’t leave without
at least one goody bag or five to go.”

“Goody bag?” He asked.

“Like stuff to go. Also referred to as a doggy bag.”

“Ah, they do that in Japan, too-“

“Not to the level that midwestners do! They’ll feed you until you’re fat, and then offer you pie for
the ride home.” She shuddered. “They’re nice, but don’t let them catch you in their clutches.” He
laughed. “I’m not kidding. Even someone as athletic as you would start having problems if you
stayed too long.”

“I’ll just have to take your word for it. By the way, when did you say you’re coming here?”
“Hmmm…” She glanced down at the phone in her hand. “The end of January I think.”

“You think? Don’t you make your own schedules and shit?”

“I mean yeah, but it’s not like I’m constantly thinking about my vacation or anything. I’ll just send
you a text the week before I’m coming out. You’re saving at least one night for me, right?”

“Why, so I can hear you yapping my ear off the whole time?”

She glared at him. “I should be the one saying that. If I have to hear one more word about
basketball, I think I might just cut my ears off. I’m seriously concerned that your brain may one
day turn into a basketball.”

“Well, if it does, you have nothing to worry about because then I won’t be able to keep talking
about it.” He smirked. “Anyway, it looks like our time is up. Thanks for the corrections.”

“No problem. Make sure you do that worksheet I emailed you. I promise it will help.”

“Like I don’t have enough work to do.” He groused, teasingly. With a quick wave goodbye, she
ended the call. Sighing, he closed the lid to his laptop and slumped in his chair. After a long
moment, he lifted his phone to his face and opened up the revisions he’d been emailed, as well as
the worksheet. Glancing over it, he sent it to the printer and got to work.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye. His body was abnormally stiff from sitting hunched over
in the chair. The sheet he’d been given was incredibly difficult and he’d nearly give up trying to
work through it multiple times. He didn’t have the answers immediately in front of him, but at the
very least he was beginning to understand some of the corrections he’d been given on his report.
Probably. He was incredibly lucky that the professor had a pretty lenient grading system, despite
being an English professor, but he had already been stung a few times because of his lack of
understanding. Although there was no risk of failing, there was a high risk that his class wouldn’t
count towards graduation.

“Whatever. I’ll finish dealing with it later.” His next class was in a different building and he’d be
late if he didn’t leave now. Throwing his things into his backpack he headed off towards the math
and sciences building. Despite it being quite a distance from the library, it was a nice day out for a
stroll, so he hardly minded the time outside, and a large number of students were living it up. A
few were throwing a frisbee across the length of the yard. More were gathered in a tight circle
under a tree with textbooks flopped open, though they seemed more interested in their phones than
whatever was in front of them. More than a few couples were snuggled up to each other as they
sprawled out in the sun, acting like children picking out pictures in the sky. Aomine wished,
desperately, that he could also stay outside. The thought of being cooped up in another stuffy
classroom for an hour and a half was the last thing he wanted to do. Not to mention the fact that
this teacher in particular was literally a drone. In fact, she was so monotone, comparing her to a
drone was insulting to the drone. Getting through her lecture may as well have been considered a
modern-day torture tactic.

“Ugh, I wanna play basketball.” He grunted turning away from the happiness being shoved in his
face. He quickened his pace until he was basically jogging and made a beeline for the next
building.

This building, in particular, was pretty empty during this time of day. There weren’t a ton of classes
that started before ten, so the number of students and faculty was probably a fifth of what it was in
the middle of the afternoon. While it was a good thing for Aomine, who hated being around people
more than anything – unless it was by a bunch of beautiful, busty, babes – it meant that it was the
perfect area to target the weak. On any given day this was a non-issue. These were college
students, or older, and most had learned to mind their own damn business after high school, but
there were a select few who couldn’t say anything nice, but couldn’t say nothing at all either.
Today happened to be one of the days where saying nothing at all was an impossible task.

As Aomine strolled down the deserted halls, head half way in the clouds, a sound from a
supposedly empty, dark, classroom caught his attention. Perking up his ears, his pace slowing to a
crawl, he listened. “Where do you think you’re going?” A voice growled; a malice felt even from a
hundred feet away resonating deep in its tone. “Don’t think you’re getting away you little fag.”

“I… What do you w-want from me?” Another voice replied, much smaller and meeker.

“So, I heard you’re one of them guys...” A third voice spoke, deeper even than Aomine’s. “A
homo.” A chorus of laughter followed. How many guys are there? He thought. He hadn’t noticed
that he’d stopped moving as he pricked his ears up to catch more of the conversation. Are they
really corning a guy because of some rumour? He wasn’t interested in getting involved but a part
of him couldn’t move away. Something deep within his gut clenched, but he had no idea why.

“Where’d you hear that from?”

“Aw Michael, you know we can’t rat out our informants.” The first voice spoke again, his voice
poisonously sweet. “But I know that they don’t tell lies.” Their tone switched again, back to the
hard malicious venom from before.

“He’s not even denying it.” A fourth voice cackled. This one caused Aomine to stop dead. It was a
girl’s voice. “So, like, are you the one that takes it or do you like to give it? You’re totally the one
that takes it I bet. What does it feel like when your boyfriend sticks his dick in your ass? Does it
come out brown when he pulls out? Oh my God does he like, cum inside you? Or maybe he does it
on your face?” A squeal. “Oh my God ewww. I don’t even want to think about it.”

“Fuck, Jordan. You’re putting images in my head.” The unidentified first voice let out a over
exaggerated gag. At that moment Aomine approached the classroom, stealthy as a mouse and
peered in. There were seven people in the room, and four of them were crowded around one
individual. The other two were sitting leisurely on top of desks, watching with blank expressions.
The basketball player peered at the person, Michael it sounded like, being surrounded.

There was nothing unusual at all about him. He was of average heigh, somewhere between 5’8 and
5’ 10, not any taller or shorter than Akashi at the very least. He had a typical build, too, maybe a
little soft around the middle but otherwise nothing that stood out. He had totally neutral brown hair
that went down to about his ears and his bangs were brushed back in a soft, stylish, whisp. There
were no visible piercings, and not a single tattoo. All in all, this guy didn’t match a single image
Aomine had of what he thought a gay man looked like. (Not that he knew any gay men in real life.
The only one that even seemed possible was Kise, but that had never been confirmed nor denied,
and even then, he was bisexual at most.) Even his clothes were nothing outlandish – a pair of
straight legged jeans and a black t-shirt with what looked to be a band logo, and an unzipped
sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. There was nothing about this guy that said, look
at me, I’m gay! Pick me, pick me! So how in the world did he end up like this?

“Whoever they were lied this time then. I’m not gay.” Michael insisted, his face a twisted mess of
worry and anger. He looked on the verge of tears.

“So, you’re saying he’s a liar?” Jordan scoffed, flipping back her jet-black hair.

“Even if he wasn’t, what does it matter to you guys? I barely even know you.” There was a quiver
in his voice and he shrunk back as the one guy stepped forward. The guy was massive, both in
height and weight, and even just seeing his back Aomine knew he was trouble.

“Cause all you little fags are crawling around and telling people, even little kids, that it’s okay to
fuck other guys.” One beefy arm reached out and grabbed the poor boy by the shirt collar and lifted
him until he was forced to stand on his tippy toes. “First you get that bastard president to let you
perverts get married, and then they start letting fucking men into the women’s bathroom, so what’s
it going to be next, huh?” His white face was getting red with fury. “Pretty soon they’re gonna start
lettin’ y’all touch little boys and girls and all you little fucking libtards are gonna start preachin’
about how yer allowed to ‘love who you want’ and how that’s totally natural.” Jordan gagged,
reflexively, covering her mouth. The other guys around him were growing visibly angry, and were
now advancing on him.

“All you creeps should just be lined up and shot.” The second perpetrator voiced, scowling.

“The sooner we can get rid of you, the better.” Another one chimed in. “Maybe we can start with
you. Not like anyone is gonna miss ya if you disappear.” The group chortled, nastily. Aomine was
starting to get worried. He sensed a major shift in their demeanor.

He really didn’t want to get involved. And it’s not like he liked gay people. Not that he hated them
either but… He wasn’t exactly the type to go around defending their existence… But the kid
reminded him a bit of Tetsu, with his defenseless nature, and it was hard to ignore that.

“But I’m not gay!” The brunette cried, struggling with the fingers gripping his clothes. The anger
in his eyes was gone and there was raw panic. If Aomine didn’t step in soon…

“Like we’re going to believe ya.” The big guy drew his fist back and just as he was about to sling it
forward, a hand grabbed him by the wrist, stopping him. He turned his head, baring every one of
his teeth in a wide snarl. “Who the fuck are you?”

The entire group turned to look at him. “Aw, did your little boy toy come to save you?” Jordan
mocked, batting her eyelashes. “He’s too pretty for you.” She turned to him. “Why don’t you try a
woman, cutie? I bet I could turn you straight.” She leaned a little forward and pushed out her chest.

“With mosquito bites like those you’re not turning anyone into anything.” He deadpanned. Not
registering what he said right away, her jaw dropped when it hit her and her entire body ruffled like
an angry little bird. “Now does anyone want to explain to me what the fuck is going on, here?” He
looked each one of the other men in the eye, his grip not slackening in the least.

“Are you one of them, too?”

“One of what?” He feigned ignorance.

“A homo.”

“Do I look like a homo to you?” He asked, seriously.

“I dunno. You could be one of those perverts that’s really a girl that says they’re a guy. Maybe
you’ve got a vagina hiding in your pants.” The guy he was holding on to was struggling to loosen
Aomine’s grip on him but was failing. In the meantime, his grip on Michael slackened enough that
eventually he was able to shake him off and step away.

“Do you wanna fuck around and find out?” Aomine hissed, turning a heart stopping glare at the
one who had spoken. Sensing danger, he rightfully stepped back. Turning his attention back to the
big guy he said, “This isn’t elementary school. You mind your business, and he minds his.”
“Like you’re doing right now?” He clearly held back a few words. “Since you’re defending ‘em so
hard I bet you are one of them, like gettin’ it up the ass-“

“What is your obsession with the ass? We can’t all be takin’ it up the ass. Someone has to be
giving it.”

“Don’t get smart with me, you little bitch.” Finally, the big guy broke free of him and turned to
stand toe to toe. Leaning close he jabbed a finger into his chest. “I hope every single one of you
fucking fudge packing homo’s dies a horrible, painful, death. I’m gonna be right there with a front
row seat and popcorn as I watch you burn.”

Aomine smirked and leaned in until their noses touch. “How are you supposed to watch when
you’ll be right there burning, too?” A fist drove forward, but his was faster. He plunged it deep into
his gut, pushing until he was nearly touching his ribs and the guy stumbled back, holding his side.
His cronies looked on in amazement, mouths hanging open. Jordan ran to his side, shocked mouth
hanging agape. “Get the fuck out of here. And don’t let me see you around this kid again, got it?
I’ll report you to the school for harassment.”

Furious, the group picked up their bags and stormed out of the room with cries of Watch your back,
mother fucker following in their wake. Without saying a word, Aomine turned to leave but was
stopped by a hand on his shoulder. “T-Thank you.”

“No problem.” He shrugged it off and shouldered his bag a little higher. “Go report them to the
dean or something.”

“I-“ A long pause followed. “No. It’s fine.”

“Whatever. It’s not my problem.”

As he stepped away, Michael spoke up once more, his voice so quiet Aomine had to strain to hear
him. “Aren’t you going to ask?”

“About what?”

“If what they were saying is true?”

He sighed, frustrated, and turned to stare him square in the eye. “Look. I could not care any less if
you’re fucking Betty or Joe, it’s not any of my fucking business. If you’re queer fucking good for
you and if not, also good for you. I don’t even know you so who you spend time in the bedroom
with is none of my damn concern.”

Another pause. Michael looked up, nervously twisting his fingers together now. “Earlier you said
we so… does that mean…” Aomine lifted an eyebrow, confused. The boy stared straight back at
him. “Are you… gay?” The shock nearly knocked him backwards.

“Fuck no!” He sputtered. “I don’t want nothing to do with homo’s-“

“But you stepped in-“ He looked a little bit hurt, though not surprised.

Aomine face-palmed, took a deep breath, and replied in the calmest manner he could. “Look, kid.”
Who knew if he was even the older one. “You were fighting in a public setting with a bunch of
punk ass kids, and I just happened to pass by. You looked so pathetic, and reminded me of a friend
back home, that I couldn’t just walk by and let them beat you to a bloody pulp. I don’t care who
you sleep with, but it’s not like I make a habit of defending every could be gay man I see.”
“Oh.” His expression darkened. “Well. Thanks… I guess. For stepping in.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Aomine shifted his bag again. He was late for class and finding a seat was
going to be a bitch. He supposed he would just sneak in from the back entrance and take one of the
seats at the rear of the auditorium. “Maybe just watch out that you’re not alone for a few days if
you’re not going to report them to the campus police or the dean.” He turned on his heel and
started out.

“Yeah. Sure.” Was the simple reply.

Scowling, he headed for class, unnamed emotions whirling inside him. The entire time he’d been in
there, he’d felt something deep inside his chest that he couldn’t put a finger on. Hatred? Loathing?
Uncertainty? But about what? It was a mystery that was for neither here nor there, and he’d have to
figure it out later. Right now, he had to shut his brain off to try and make it one more day through
math.
 Chapter 5
Chapter Summary

In which Whitney defends the LGBTQ+ community and the boys discuss how they
feel about gay men after Aomine tells them about stepping in.

Chapter Notes

This chapter is short, but I didn't feel like leaving it with the last chapter.

Later that evening, Aomine headed out to a local café for dinner with plans to meet Kagami and
Whitney. He’d asked Kaylee if she had wanted to join him but she had refused, saying something
about watching her figure. In reality, Aomine knew, it was because she’d just bought a new game
and wanted to binge it the rest of the night. Guaranteed tomorrow she would spend about three
hours telling him about every single aspect of the game, from lighting effects, to voice acting.
Honestly, he had no idea what sort of games she played; he only knew that every once in a while,
he’d hear some pretty suggestive noises coming from her switch. He never investigated any
further.

He reached the café a few minutes after the arranged meeting time and found the two of them
already seated at a table. Ordering a coffee and grabbing a menu, he ambled over to their table and
slid in across from them. “Where’s that one girl?” Kagami asked, disinterested.

“Who knows. She’s a freaking otaku, I swear.” Aomine shrugged, taking a long drag of his coffee.

“Otaku?” Whitney blinked at him.

“A loser who spends all their time obsessing over something. In her case, video games.” Kagami
clarified. Aomine couldn’t even argue, though the part about being a loser was unnecessary.

“I thought she played sports?”

“She does. She’s super into tennis but once she gets hands a new game she was excited about, I
won’t hear from her again until she finishes it. I’m surprised that she even makes it to class.”
Aomine rolled his eyes. Whitney laughed. “But whatever. It keeps her out of my hair.”

“Like you even want that.” Kagami scoffed. “Her boobs are freaking huge. I bet you wish you
could spend all day every day buried in them.”

“Not if it means I have to listen to her tell me one more time about some ecchi scene in one of her
games.” Aomine snorted, making a face. He’d heard about a few games he really wished he hadn’t.
Kagami snorted his drink, caught off guard.

“She plays those type of games.” He shuddered. As Whitney turned to ask, he shook his head
feverently. “You don’t need to know.” She shrugged and took a long sip of the milk tea she was
working on. “Anyway, how are things going? It seems like the guys from the basketball court are
leaving you alone.”

He shrugged and leaned back into the seat, draping one long arm over the back of the wicker chair.
“I hardly see them at the school and if I do, they leave me alone. I think they’ve finally learned
their lesson.” He ran a hand through his hair.

“I told you they’re not such bad guys. Just a little… Eccentric.”

Aomine snorted. “I don’t know if eccentric is the right word for a guy like David, the racist prick.”

“Just be thankful you don’t have super prominent Asian features.” Whitney scowled, biting the tip
of her straw until she’d imprinted teeth marks. “I don’t know what that guy’s problem is, like for
real.”

“Is that super common here? Just today I ran into some other guys like that. I thought people from
California were supposed to be super open minded or some shit?” He broached the subject without
even thinking about it.

Kagami stared at him. “What are you talking about? What happened?”

Aomine shrugged, surprised that he’d be interested. “I was going to class when I saw this kid being
cornered in a classroom by some group of thugs. They were totally surrounding on him.”

“What did you do?” Whitney asked. There was a very subtle shift in her attitude, as if she were
expecting a certain answer but she didn’t want to let on that she was. Her fingers curled a little
tighter around her cup, but neither of the boys noticed.

“I stopped them, what else? I wasn’t going to just let them beat the piss out of him. He looked so
scared he was about to wet his pants.” Aomine took another long drag of his coffee. “There was
even a girl in their group. Jordan, I think her name was.” Whitney scowled. “What, you know her?”

“And I wish I didn’t.” She spat, mood souring. She slammed her empty cup on the table. “She just
does whatever her boyfriend does. I don’t think that she has even two brain cells to rub together. I
don’t even know how she got into college, let alone the one you guys go to.” True enough, their
college wasn’t exactly prestigious, but its acceptance rate was lower than the average state or
community college.

“Wait, don’t you go to our school? And is her boyfriend a big, buff looking dude? With super short
redish-blond hair?”

“Nah, she goes to a business college a little further away.” Kagami replied, biting into a sandwich
that had just been dropped off by a waitress. “And that sounds like the guy.”

“You’ve met him?”

Kagami snorted. “Something like that. The dude is trouble, but he’s practically a genius.” Aomine
could easily see that. The guy definitely didn’t have the air of a typical meat for brains. There was
some intelligence behind his beady little eyes. “So, what were they even ganging up on him for?
Just for fun? Was he black? I’ve heard a lot of rumors around here that there are some seriously
racist people here that only target black people.”

Aomine shook his head, though hearing Kagami say that it made total sense how they’d reacted to
him. He may have been Japanese but his dark skin wasn’t exactly something people could ignore.
And, like Whitney had said, it’s not like he, or Kagami, had particularly defined Asian features. If
he kept his mouth shut, he could be mistaken for just about anything. “I dunno. They kept accusin’
him of being gay.”

Whitney sucked in a sharp breath but said nothing. “And you stepped in? Did you even know the
guy?”

“No, at least I don’t think so.”

“So, what happened?” Whitney spoke again, brushing a piece of fallen hair behind her ear. He sour
attitude hadn’t lifted. If anything, it seemed to have gotten worse. “He didn’t get hurt, did he?”

Aomine shook his head. “They didn’t get the chance. I stepped in just as he was about to throw
hands.”

“How many of them were there?” Kagami asked, eyes flashing.

“Like five of them? Six maybe.”

“That’s horrible.” Whitney gasped; her bagel she’d been slowly picking at totally forgotten. “I
can’t stand people like that. First they gang up on someone and then they pick on them in
numbers? How childish.”

“I mean two of them weren’t anywhere near him, just sort of watching, but the big guy and the girl
were messing with him with two other guys.” He chugged the rest of his coffee. “I did end up
punching him once because he tried to throw hands directly at me but in the end, nothing happened
to either of us. The kid was fine and I went to class. It wasn’t anything interesting.”

Kagami sat back and wrapped an arm loosely around his girlfriend’s shoulders, a thoughtful look
on his face. “Was he?”

“Was he what?”

“A homo?” Whitney shoved him hard in the shoulder and glared. “What? I’m just curious.”

“He says he wasn’t, but who fucking knows. It’s none of my business.”

“Don’t they make you kind of uncomfortable?” He took another large bite of his sandwich and
chewed carefully. “I mean, what if they were looking at you in that way.”

Whitney gaped at him. “How could you say that? You like women, so do you look at all women in
that way?” She asked.

“Of course not.” Kagami responded, staring wide eyed back at her. “I only like some types of
girls.”

Interjecting Aomine said, “I don’t know. They’ve always just kind existed to me. Since I don’t like
dudes, it’s never mattered to me whether they’re lookin’ at me like that because even if they do it’s
not like they have a chance.” He sighed. “Plus, I don’t even know any gay guys.”

“Isn’t that Kise kid gay?” Whitney eyed him. “One of his old teammates. He was a model.”

Aomine shook his head. “Who knows. He’s never confirmed nor denied, and honestly, I don’t give
a fuck. He was a good player and that’s all I care about.” He contemplated another coffee. “But I
guess I kinda get what you mean. I wouldn’t want some dude hitting on me. It just feels kind of
wrong.”
Whitney’s bright blue eyes turned sharply on him. “What is it with men?” They stared at her. “It’s
like you guys forget that you have preferences, too. Just because a guy likes another guy, or a girl
likes another girl, doesn’t suddenly mean that they want every single person they walk past.” She
crossed her arms over her chest and moved away from her boyfriend.

“Yeah, but I mean… What if a girl hit on you?”

“Aho, that’s totally different. Girls are constantly flirting with each other-“

“How is that any different?” She demanded. “If a hot girl flirted with me, I’d be over the moon. A
compliment is a compliment.”

The two of them looked at each other, then at her, and then shrugged. “It’s just different, okay. I
don’t want a guy thinking about what he’d do with me in bed. That’s just weird.” Aomine asserted,
rubbing his hair in awkward frustration. “Like, they can be gay if they want to but I don’t want to
know.”

“Yeah, exactly.” Kagami nodded in agreement. “They don’t need to push it in our faces.”

Whitney let out an exasperated sigh and got to her feet. “I just don’t understand how people can
think like that. Like, thank you for stepping in for that guy, but don’t go trying to diminish his
existence just because it makes you feel uncomfortable.”

“I mean I would’ve stepped in whether he was or wasn’t-“ He tried to clarify but she cut him short.

“But I bet if you knew before, whether he really was or wasn’t, you probably would’ve hesitated,
or even shared some of those bullies’ thoughts.” Aomine couldn’t really argue. “I’m going home.
I’ve got homework to do. Taiga, I’ll talk to you later.” She didn’t even look at him as she picked up
her purse and turned to leave. Watching her leave, they both exhaled in exasperation.

“Man, what was her problem? I don’t understand women. Of course, being hit on by a guy would
be uncomfortable.” Kagami scoffed, shoving the rest of his now cold sandwich in his mouth,
swallowing it whole. “Guys and girls are totally different.” He licked his fingers one by one.
“Anyway, let’s go hit the courts. I haven’t paid you back for last week yet.”

“Shouldn’t you go after her?”

“Nah. Once she gets like this it’s best to leave her alone until she simmers down. I’ll call her before
I go to bed tonight.” Kagami replied, reaching for the small duffle bag he’d tucked down at his
feet. “Let’s go before it gets too late. The courts don’t have a lot of light.” His friend nodded,
eagerly and followed shortly after him, a small part of his mind still bothered by the events from
earlier that day.
 Chapter 6
Chapter Summary

In which Aomine gets down to business.

Chapter Notes

*** This is the straight sex that absolutely none of you are here for ***

* I am a flaming aromantic asexual who has approximately no experience

Don't hate me for what you're about to read... I'm sorry for putting you through it... *

See the end of the chapter for more notes

In the days that followed, Aomine noticed a presence coming and going around him, one with
malicious intent, but it never got too close so he chose to ignore it. It was most likely those thugs
that’d stopped from beating up that kid, but even if it was, he wasn’t worried. They were chicken
shit compared to some of the other people he’d faced. When he mentioned it to Kaylee, she didn’t
even respond to the initial text. She really had holed herself up in her dorm, not coming out to even
bathe, for four days straight. On the fifth day, after being ignored for nearly three days in a row,
Aomine threatened to come and break down her door if she didn’t come out so she’d, reluctantly,
told him that he could come over after she showered and shaved. “I feel like you’re more of a
gorilla than an alien.” She groused, rubbing her hair furiously with the towel.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, staring up at her from the floor. He’d been banished
there after commenting about the state of her room.

“Well, you’re a giant, and you can be surprisingly violent.” She said, nodding as if she’d said the
most genius thing in the world. “I bet you really could break down my door if you wanted to, and
then your stupid monkey brains wouldn’t know how to fix it.”

“You know that could be misinterpreted as super fucking racist, right?” Aomine thumbed through
the Twitter feed he had open. It was filled with women scantily clad in bikini’s and thin, lacy night
wear.

She snorted and picked up her switch, laying down with her feet kicking against the wall and he
head hanging over the side of the bed. “Yeah, but you know I don’t mean it that way and that’s all
I care about.” Her usual green eyes were dyed red by contacts today which had startled him the
first time he’d seen them, but now gave him stomach knots. They’d slept together quite a few times
now, but they weren’t dating, not officially, but Aomine hadn’t felt like going out on the town with
anyone else since the second time they’d had sex. He was a trained dog, not a leashed one. “Are
you looking at sexy women again?”

“Maybe.” He hummed, not looking up. He felt the bed shift as she moved closer, her head coming
to rest on his shoulder.
“Oh my God, look at that one.” She pointed a finger at a curvaceous blonde in a bright orange
bikini, the triangle top barely large enough to cover her nipples, and the high waisted bottoms
leaving practically nothing to the imagination with the thin strip of fabric between her legs, the
waistband nothing more than a thin piece of string. “Now that’s a string bikini. She’s so fucking
hot. Look at her tits.” She sniffed in approval. Aomine wondered if this was normal behaviour for
girls to comment about other girls the way she did, but he didn’t say anything. If she was
comfortable with him looking, then lucky him. He didn’t have to give up his hobby, and they could
both talk about them together. “I think I like girls with bigger asses though. Like, she has a cute
butt, but it’s kinda flat ya know? I’d want something to hold on to.”

“Like she’d let you grab her ass, anyway, idiot.”

“You never know!” She huffed, blowing air into his ear. He jumped, and shuddered. Grinning
mischievously, she moved a little way away from him and picked up her switch once more. “Plus,
girls are kinda into that. I don’t know a single girl who doesn’t want her butt grabbed.”

“Oh?” Aomine smirked, finally looking up from his phone. Reaching, up he snaked his long arm
over her body and grabbed one butt cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. She squealed, and reeled back
having been caught totally unawares.

“W-w-what was that!” She blushed, gripping he switch tight with both hands and trying to use it to
shield her face. Her eyes peeked over the top.

“I thought that maybe-“ he slapped her bottom gently a few times. “- It might be an invitation.”

She moved away until her back hit the wall. Her face had gone from pink to crimson in a matter of
seconds. “An invitation to what exactly, gorilla?”

Moving from the floor, he crawled onto the bed and came face to face with her, licking his lips, a
hungry look shining in his dark blue eyes. “Oh, come on, don’t act like you don’t know.” Leaning
in, he took her earlobe in his teeth and nibbled gently on it until she gasped. He could practically
hear her heartbeat. Hell, that might actually be my own. She let out a tiny whimper and pushed
softly at his shoulders. In response, he took her gaming system and set it gently aside, out of her
reach, and wrapped his fingers in hers. Those thin fingers responded in kind, wrapping tightly
around his and squeezed. “There’s a good girl.” He breathed, blowing hot air against her moistened
skin. She shivered. He kissed his lips against her ear and then trailed his tongue down along her
neck to leave another kiss at the crux of her shoulder.

“H-hey, I only just got better.” She whimpered again, her strengthless arms still pressing uselessly
against him. “And I just showered.”

He grinned against her neck. “Are you saying that I’m going to be giving you a reason to need
another?” Her breath caught in her throat as her entire body tensed. “Not to mention just better is
still better.” He nipped at her throat, dragging sharp canines along the thin stretch of flesh. “Your
weak attempts at getting me to stop tell me that maybe you don’t really mean what you’re saying.”
His words oozed sweet sugar and honey, his already deep voice turning husky and breathless as
lust crept in. He grabbed her other wrist in his own and brought it down between them as he finally
brought his lips to hers, capturing her a chaste kiss. The entire time she struggled to hide the
whimpers escaping her throat as her lower half shifted, uncomfortably, her legs rubbing together
almost impatiently.

“Daiki.” She whispered his name, her head dropping back. He caught it in one hand before it could
hit the wall and he brought it forward again. “Daiki.” She whined his name, all sense of cool lost
as passion formed inside. The hand that had moments ago been trying to push him away caught
him by the back and pulled him in for a blinding kiss. Their mouths clashed, noses brushing as
they shifted to get more comfortable. He let himself be pulled along, even for just a moment,
before stretching his tongue out and tapping it against her baby pink lips, asking for permission to
enter. She didn’t hesitate to open her mouth, sighing as their tongues intertwined.

He tasted her for a long time, their tongues dancing until spit dropped from their corner of their
mouths. Without skipping a beat, he let his warm, wet appendage, delve deep into exploration
mode, caressing practically every tooth – tracing each imperfection like it had struck gold – and
running along her soft inner cheek. Every time he touched the inside of her mouth, she let out a
little groan as she struggled to breathe, her grip on him rock solid. Eventually they had to pull away
from each other, a long strand of unbroken spit spanning between them until it snapped, dribbling
down their chins. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession, her small hands damp with sweat.

Aomine, pulling his hand from hers traced her open palm as he leaned back in, nipping at her chin,
and then her throat, trailing downwards until he reached the collar of her shirt. He tugged at
playfully with his teeth, lustful eyes turned upwards. She peered down at him; her mouth crooked
in a goofy smile. She pushed her hand through his hair, brushing it upwards from the nape of his
neck. “For someone who didn’t want to do this, you certainly got real quiet.” He quipped, nipping
at her collar bone through the thin fabric of her white t-shirt. She grabbed his hair and yanked. He
grunted, his expression souring for just the briefest moment before remembering that hair pulling
was kind of her thing.

“Way to ruin the moment, stupid gorilla.” Her words held no weight. He couldn’t take her
seriously as she sat there heaving for air, eyes teary with anticipation. “What’re you staring at with
that dopey grin on your face? I’ll smack that right off of you.”

He laughed. He moved his hand up her stomach, touching her with feather light fingertips.
Although very athletic, she still had a bit of a rounded figure around her middle, and honestly
Aomine loved it. It was fun to pinch because she got all flustered about it and would bat at his
hand. It’s not like she was at all self-conscious about it, she just really hated him pinching her. “I’d
love to see you try.” At that moment he grabbed her breast (she hadn’t bothered to put a bra on
after her shower) and gave it a hard squeeze. She jumped in surprise. Her nipples were already
poking through, standing straight and hard at attention. “Hmmm. They look so…” He licked at the
other one, eliciting yet another whimper from his partner. “Tasty. I just want to…” Taking it in his
mouth with no hesitation he bit at it and pulled back. “… Eat them up.” Kaylee’s hands were at his
shoulders once more and she was biting her lips. Her legs were shaking, now, as the pleasure
mounted. They hadn’t had sex in almost two weeks due to various reasons, and both of them were
fairly pent up, but her even more so after having been sick for the last few days.

“That’s just not fair.” She whimpered, tilting her head back against the wall. Aomine smirked,
fiendishly. He snaked his opposite up under her shirt and dragged his calloused fingers up her side
until he had it wrapped firmly around her other breast, heated skin against heated skin. He pressed
his lips to her clothed nipple once more and sucked it into his mouth until the cotton was soaked
through, a wet patch the size of a baseball going nearly transparent exposing her darkened areola.
The hand pressed to her skin fondled the right breast with skilled precision, a skill she felt only a
basketball player could truly master. He had taken that nipple between his fingers as he rolled and
pressed the lump of flesh in his hand causing it to flick back and forth with every movement of his
wrist.

Pulling his mouth away from her chest he leaned in for another kiss, going just as hard as the last
one all the while his hands never quit. His other hand found its way under her shirt as well and she
was being double timed, her entire chest being gruffly man-handled as her mouth was put under
siege. The area between her legs grew damp, and she could feel its sensitivity level up. Even a light
brush of her panties was causing her entire lower half to tingle.

Finding some strength she shoved Daiki away, wiping at her lips. Determination filled her eyes.
“You’ve been going on the attack this entire time. I think it’s your turn to go on defense.” She
pushed him back until he was leaning against the headboard, legs straightened over the bed.
Reaching for his sweats, a noticeable tenting happening in the front, she them down, exposing him.
To her dismay he hardly reacted at all, a cocky, smug look on his face. “I’ll make you wipe that
damn smirk off your face in an instant.” She huffed, puffing out her cheeks. Without batting an
eyelash, she leaned in and took the crown of his cock into her mouth, boxers and all. He breathed a
deep sigh, body going slightly rigid, but showed no other indication that his feathers were being
ruffled. You just wait you stupid boy. She gleefully thought. This right here is my… Specialty. She
sucked in sharply until her cheeks hollowed out. Her tongue slipped from between her lips and
began to play with the tip, drawing languid circles around it, dragging across the slit every so
often. He had yet to make any noise, but she could feel him trembling ever so slightly each time
her tongue touched the top. She brought one hand to the base and wrapped her fingers daintily
around it, her touch like a ghost’s whisper. That seemed to be the right move; he uttered a surprised
sigh and bit his lip. She didn’t even glance up, giving all her focus to what she was doing. She
stroked his length as her mouth kept working the tip, letting her teeth graze the sensitive flesh
every so often.

“O-oy.” He rasped, his composed façade crumpling. His cheeks had reddened a bit and his
breathing came out in short gasps.

“Hush. I told you this is payback.” She grinned, dragging the flat of her tongue slowly,
painstakingly across the tip of his erection. The front of his boxers was soaked through with the
mixture of their fluids, though at this point she couldn’t tell who was more at fault. Finally, she’d
had enough of teasing him. She let him go just long enough to pull his underwear down, fully
exposing the throbbing, red, member. The crown oozed precum and she felt her own lower half
twitch in response. OMG, I want him inside of me. An audible whimper escaped as she stared at it.
Wasting no time at all, because she knew what she wanted but she had a job to finish first, she took
it straight into her mouth, no warning. Aomine let out a guttural growl, his entire lower body lifting
off the bed in shock as his sensitive heat was taken into the moist cavern. Once more she suctioned
her lips to him and breathed deeply. She held it there for only a moment, though, before she set to
work. Her tongue traced the length of it before taking his balls into her mouth and sucking lightly
at them, nibbling at the soft, loose skin. Her fingers stroked behind her, finger digging into the slit
at its head, drawing small circles, stretching the skin every so slightly. After what felt like an
eternity she worked her way back up, leaving feather light kisses in her wake, and took him once
more, this time taking him all the way to the back of her throat. He gasped, his fingers curling into
the sheets.

“Dammit, Kaylee.” He groaned; lust heavy in his words. “Feels so good… Fuck.” One large hand
came to rest on the back of her head, spurring her on.

She sucked hard, nearly choking herself out as she took him repeatedly to the back. All the while
her tongue continued to wrap itself around the length and her hand grasped his balls firmly, rolling
them around like dice. His moans caused her heart to pound in anticipation. All at once he grew
bigger, and then her mouth was filled with his seed as he came. She pulled back, a shit eating grin
on her lips. Her satisfaction didn’t last long, though. She was pulled forward by the collar into a
mind numbing, heart stopping, breath stealing kiss. She could hardly stay upright as Daiki attacked
her lips, a low grumbling in his throat.

“Now you’ve gone and done it.” He didn’t give her a chance to react. With ease he flipped her onto
her back and crawled on top. All the while he didn’t let up attacking her. His lips touched every
square inch of available skin. Meanwhile his large, deft, hands stripped her of her sleep shorts in a
single fluid motion, exposing her damp lower half. Her panties clung to her, moist with her own
excitement. He pressed two long fingers against her and her body shuddered from toes to the top of
her head. She exhaled sharply and bit down on her lip, attempting to suppress the noises. “Oy.
Don’t keep your mouth closed. I wanna hear you.”

“S-s-s-hut u-u-p you d-dumb fu-c—k-ing gorilla.” She panted as she tried to squeeze her legs
together. He nipped at her chin as he slowly let his fingers drag along her lower lips. He could feel
the slight change as they swelled more and more as she became more aroused. They were so soft.

His agile fingers worked her lower half with practiced competence. He pressed into her a bit as his
thumb rubbed against her growing clit. She couldn’t hold back her whimpers any long. She’d
brought her hand to her mouth and clamped down on it, white teeth standing out against her pale
skin. Her lower half twitched expectantly.

“No more.” She whined, head tilted back.

His overly cocky smirk from earlier returned. “Nope.” He pulled away just long enough to rip off
her panties, thoroughly, and unsalvageably soaked through. “I haven’t nearly had enough.” He
dropped down to her navel and stuck out his tongue. Leaving a trail of saliva he worked his way
down her body, pausing briefly to inhale deeply around her neatly trimmed bush of hair, basking in
her unique scent as well as the cocoa scented body soap she’d used. His fingers pressed once more
against her sex, though this lasted only a moment before he drove his long middle finger into her. A
moment later his tongue was pressed against her excited clit, working long, languid circles around
it. A jolt of pleasure shot through him when she squealed, her composure long gone. Lust had won.

He continued this for a long while, adding a second, and then third finger. There was no resistance
at all. Her body was wordlessly calling out for him, sucking his fingers in like a black hole. It
didn’t take long for him to reach his mental limit. He pulled away from her and reached around her
to the side table. Reaching into the drawer he dug around for just a brief moment before coming
back out with a square silver package and a bottle of lubricant. Although she was plenty wet on her
own, this particular lube supposedly enhanced the sensations even more, and after withholding for
so long he was determined to make her scream in ecstasy.

Tearing into the package he ripped the condom out. With a certain finesse he unfurled it, stretching
it a good bit, before rolling it over his erection, hissing loudly as the cool material pressed against
him. It didn’t take long for it to warm, the heat from his skin emanating like leftover embers.

“What’s taking so long?” She sassed, though her voice trembled.

“Shut yer trap. I’m not trying to make any babies today.”

“You could have fooled me.” She pouted, though it held no weight.

Condom secure, he leaned over her and stared into her eyes, licking his lips. “Are you telling me
you want to make babies with me?”

“Absolutely not.” She grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss. Pulling away, a smile spread
over their lips.

Wasting not a second more, Aomine reached for the forgotten lube and dumped a generous amount
directly onto her pelvic area, watching with desperately hungry eyes as the viscous liquid dripped
slowly down her clit and over her pulsing lips. She moaned as the cool substance covered her, hips
bucking in response. He used one finger to spread it over her, fingers ghosting over her most
sensitive areas, and dipping ever so slightly into her body. It was pretty clear that she was ready for
him seeing as, even without the extra help, her lower half gleamed with liquid.

Spreading her legs, he crawled between them, and lined himself up. In one fluid motion he pushed
himself inside of her, breath catching in his throat as his member was caught up in the pulsating
warmth of her inner walls. The lights dimmed for a second as pleasure exploded inside his brain.
He couldn’t move, and it took what felt like an eternity for him to come back down to Earth. As
soon as he did, he jerked his hips forward, sending ripples up her small frame. Relentlessly he
pressed into her, the bed creaking beneath them. Her voice echoed in the small space every time a
moan escaped between her slackened mouth. His hands snaked under her shirt once more and
pushed up until her breasts were exposed. He took them and squeezed, fingers brushing over he
sensitized nipples, gripping them hard between his knuckles as he stroked her. She whimpered,
throwing her head back.

“Daiki.” Her voice barely above a whisper. “Feels so good. Daiki. More.” Her instructions were a
cinch to follow. He thrust harder, leaning in to once more capture her lips, soaked with saliva. He
took her tongue into his mouth as if to steal her breathe right from her lungs. His own chest heaved,
and his cock throbbed.

Pulling out he wordlessly flipped her onto her stomach, hardly giving her a moment to understand
what was happening, before he positioned himself once more and pushed back in. Pistoning his
hips he took her by the waist and pulled her back in time with each and every snap, driving his
hardened member even deeper inside. A knot was forming in his stomach as he grew closer to the
end. She must have been getting close as well as she started to squeeze him more tightly and her
ability to speak, vanished. Her head dropped to the bed, skin slick with sweat, and each thrust
elicited another whimper or moan.

“I’m gonna-“ He breathed, closing his eyes as the knot tightened fast and hard. “I’m coming.” He
felt himself release, hips still pumping hard. Just he felt the release tapering off she squeezed hard
around him, and the loudest moan of all spilled from her lips. Climaxing, she collapsed to the bed,
dark hair splaying around her face. Her cheeks were bright red, a glowing after sex halo around her.
Pulling out, Aomine collapsed beside her, feeling light as air. “I’m so glad that you’re feeling
better.”

“After what you just pulled, I might just get sick again.” She punched him with noodle-y arms. Her
eyes still had a light sheen to them, though he was pretty sure it was post-coital bliss and not lust.
He reached out and brushed her hair away from her eyes, all smiles. “Don’t look at me like that, it
creeps me out.”

“Would you rather I looked at you with disgust?” He cocked an eyebrow and then ruffled the hair
he’d just straightened out in retaliation. She shook his hand off.

“Here I was so excited to tell you all about the game I finished-“

“You finished it already?” He asked, incredulously. Though what did I expect? She had four days
holed up in her room with nothing to do. “Please tell me you still did your school work.”

She rolled onto her side. “Of course I finished it. It’s not like it was hard. And who the hell are
you, my father? I’m a grown up. I know how to prioritize.”

“Last time you got a new game you were excited about you straight up ignored a project that was
worth fifty percent of your final grade. If I hadn’t reminded you, you would have failed that class.”
He frowned, reprimanding her with his eyes alone.
 She made a face and quickly turned away. “That was like… One time… I did my homework
properly. Plus, I was sick. Could you really blame me if I didn’t have the energy?”

“Yes.” He deadpanned, running a hand through his hair. Remembering the condom, he slipped that
off while he was at it, making a face at its contents before reaching over her to throw it into the
small butterfly decorated trashcan at the head of the bed. She shot him a dirty look. “Anyway.
You’re better now and I got to have some fun, so all’s well that ends well as they say.”

“You don’t even really care if I fail as long as you get to have fun.” She deadpanned back, her
expression flat. After a moment she laughed. “Though what do I care. I benefit either way.” She
patted him on the thigh. “Though now I’m gonna have to shower again. And my hair just dried,
dammit.”

“I mean…” A somewhat evil look passed over him and he brushed a finger along her bare legs.
“We could always go for round two.” Blushing, she wordlessly buried her face into the pillows as
he laughed, giving her ass a few hard slaps. Women were seriously the best.

Chapter End Notes

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