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Aomine Daiki: Aomine didn’t expect things to be this hard. He’s always been the type of guy that believes things are going to fall into his lap, because it’s not often that he has to really try for anything. Yet, ever since the day you left, he’s found himself looking for something he can’t find. Aomine catches his reflection in the mirror, noticing how the lines of his face has shifted into hardness. He looks worn and ragged, an image indicative of his albatross. He exhales a shaky sigh, knowing that there’s only one conclusion to quell the incessant ache laced in each heartbeat that rattles the cages of his chest.
You find Aomine on your front porch, his back pressed against a weather-worn railing. He doesn’t need to look up to know that you’re in his presence. He’d been with you too long.
“I know why you left,” he drawls, “and I get that you were scared.” He lifts his head to meet your eyes, sincerity swimming in his sapphire pools. “But I can’t just live with that.” He pushes himself to his feet, stepping forward to grip your shoulders in strong hands. “I know this wasn’t supposed to happen, but I’m not afraid of falling in love with you. Come home, ____.”
Haizaki Shōgo: Haizaki calls you three times without success before smashing his phone against the table in frustration. The screen cracks, but he’s lost too many objects to his temper to put real force behind the action. He winces as he licks a split in his lip, lost to the myriad of thoughts swimming in his head. He slants his gaze to the clock on the wall, deciding that it’s still early enough to make a trip to your house.
You nearly scream when you enter your room to find Haizaki sitting on the edge of your bed. His hair is sticking up in several directions, still black from when he dyed it. There’s deep bags under his eyes, and a bruise along the line of his left cheekbone. When he meets your gaze, there’s something in his expression that forces your responsive anger to leave your body.
“I can’t sleep,” he starts, pausing long enough to make you wonder if he’s finished. “I can’t eat. Hell, I can’t even jerk myself off – I can’t go for two fucking seconds without thinking about you.” He swallows his pride and drops to his knees, clutching your hands in his own. “I don’t care if I have to go to Hell and back for you, but please – don’t make me live without you anymore.”
Imayoshi Shōichi: Imayoshi waits for you get off the bus, knowing that you arrive home at approximately the same time every evening. The sky holds the threat of rain, clouds shifting into the promise of a chilly night, but he doesn’t care. He watches as you draw near, creeping out of the shadows to greet you. You see the glint of a streetlamp reflect off his glasses, the lenses turning opaque until he closes the distance between you.
“I miss you.” It’s all he says, before he crushes the air between your bodies, sealing the small distance with a kiss. His lips are warm and familiar, carving his name into your mouth. You try to pull away, but his hands find your hips, tugging you against his frame. You close your eyes, wishing for him to stop, while caving under the comfort of his affection. When he breaks the kiss, the totality of your submission is clear in the way he has to catch your weight.
“You missed me too,” he notes. He looks at the sky, which is starting to open up. “I was thinking – this place is getting pretty old. I’m not interested in rotting here like the rest of my inheritance, so I’m taking you away with me.”
Kiyoshi Teppei: Kiyoshi paces the length of his apartment, still in his clothes from the night before. He cards his fingers through his hair, heaving a sigh of listless defeat. He checks the clock on the wall, wondering if it would be safe to leave yet. His eyes slide over to the dishes in the sink, the result of a meal made for two out of habit. A surge of despair cuts through his chest, forcing his anxiety into physical motion. He grabs his jacket and hurries out of his apartment, skipping several stairs on the way to the front exit.
When you turn around to find Kiyoshi waiting for you, visible through glass windows, you feel your heart skip into nervous overdrive. You check the time, noticing that your shift has come to an end. You grab your things and brace yourself for whatever he has to say before stepping outside.
Kiyoshi’s demeanor plays at calm collection, when in reality, his nerves are wrapped around barbed wire. He presents a bouquet of flowers to you, unable to hide the tremble in his fingers. “I know this is a bit intrusive, showing up at your job and all, but I was hoping that we could talk about the fact that I’m in love with you.”
Nash Gold Jr.: Nash rolls over in bed, punching the pillow for lack of sleep. He opens his eyes and blinks through darkness, reaching across the bed to find it empty. Again. He casts his blankets aside, storming out of his room in irritation. He makes his way into the bathroom, clinging to the edge of a sink with a white-knuckled grip. He tells himself that you’re not this important, that you’re not capable of unraveling him like this – but he knows. He knows that you’re the reason for his sleepless nights, for his missed shots, and the cradle of loneliness that rocks pain into his chest.
You close your locker, ignoring the loud chatter of students lining the halls of your university. You find that getting through the day is more difficult now; it drains your focus like the tears you’ve shed over the last few nights. You start down the hall, crashing into the very cause of your distraction. You open your mouth, but Nash is quick to pin you against a nearby wall between the cages of his arms.
“I know that we never agreed to see each other. I know that you just wanted someone to fuck, but it’s getting really hard to spend my nights alone not understanding why you left. I want you to come home and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Takao Kazunari: Takao has seen enough cheesy American movies to put some pretty ridiculous ideas in his head. So when the sound of a homemade mix-tape echoes outside your window, you know there’s only one person behind the embarrassing performance. You sigh and chide yourself when you realize that you’re smiling. You step outside to the vociferous roar of a love song, crinkled by waves of static from low quality speakers.
“I was hoping you’d come outside,” he shouts, fighting with the volume of the boombox. He drops down on one knee, and for a moment steel panic shoots through your heart.“ I always knew I cared for you, but I didn’t think it would be this hard to live without you. That’s why I came here to win you back. Is it working?” Takao beams, lifting a hand to silence your answer. “Wait, I’ve got one more thing.”
You eye him curiously, flinching when his voice cuts through the chorus with strident intensity. You shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose in amused disbelief. “I’m not going to stop until you go back out with me!” Takao yells. “I’ve got twenty songs on this mix and this is just the first!”
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