Omg Jade, i’m so excited about your AU events! Hopefully your writings could make everyone satisfied like always❤ how about Badboy! Aomine has love hate relationship with nerd girl (reader) she couldn’t stand with his bullies anymore so she starts to change her appearance(she has his ideal body type) and he’s ask her out? Maybe NSFW because of the sexual tensiom between them.. thanks

A/N: So, after I
finished this, I realized the only factors I kept of your ask were Aomine as a
bad boy and the girl as a nerd. I focused more on her irritation with him and
his personality than with him bullying her though he is tactless (as we all
know). Also, because you specified “nerd girl” I do have some common tropes
here purely for the sake of description. Anyone can be a nerd but without
actual physical pictures, I have to rely on my word choices to paint it.

“And _____-san with Aomine-san,” sensei announces. The
female of the equation groans quietly, head smacking against her desk. Glancing
around she’s unsurprised to see the notorious bad boy of Too absent…again. Why
oh why does sensei hate her so? It’s bad enough to have to work on a paired
project but with Aomine Daiki? The most narcissistic and lazy asshole she’s
ever met?

The fact that he’s ridiculously gorgeous doesn’t help
matters either.

After class ends, she’s fortunate enough to come across his
pink haired keeper. “Ah, Momoi-san,” she calls garnering her attention.

She smiles brightly, waving. “Hello, ______-san, how are
you?”

“Eh, could be better,” she confesses shaking her head. The
pink haired girl tilts hers with curiosity to the reply but she ignores delving
further into her personal problems by getting straight to the point. “Do you
know where Aomine-san is?”

Momoi’s pink eyes widen before a devious smile curls up her
lips. “He’s probably on the roof. I know his favorite spot; do you want me to
take you to him?”

“That would be great, I don’t have a lot of time.”

The two walk briskly to the stairs heading up. By the time they’ve
reach the top, Momoi’s companion is breathing a bit heavier, the weight of her
backpack making her wish she’d had the foresight to leave it behind.

“Dai-san!” Momoi calls, voice shrill to impart maximum
annoyance to her friend.

“What do you want Satsuki?” Aomine grumbles, blue hair
visible near the edge of the platform upon which he lays.

“_______-san needs to see you! Be nice!” she shouts then
winks before leaving.

Time passes but Aomine has no intention of getting up. If
she wants to talk to him, she can come up here. His arm lays across his eyes to
block the blaring rays of sun but he jolts up at the feel of a shoe kicking the
bottom of his own. He hadn’t even heard her climb the ladder.

“What the hell,” he snaps, eyes opening to look up.

Above him stands who he’s dubbed the “nerd girl”. She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her
nose in a manner reminiscent to Midorima. “I could ask you the same thing,” she
snaps, eyes hidden behind the glare of her shields. “It’s impolite to keep a
lady waiting.

“Yeah, well, if you see one around let me know and I’ll make
sure to jump right up,” he retorts, satisfied to see a faint blush of what he
can only assume is anger flooding her cheeks. It makes her almost look human.

“You’re an ass,” she asserts. Setting down her bag, she
unzips it and hands him a paper.

“What’s this?” he asks blinking.

“Our paired assignment that we are unfortunately required to
collaborate on. It’s 25% of our grade Aomine-san, so I would appreciate it if
you don’t dawdle in doing your part.”

The basketball punk scans over the text before scoffing, “What
is this shit anyway? Tch, I don’t have time to worry about this right now.” He
stands, holding out the paper which she refuses to take.

“I’m not doing your work for you, Aomine-san,” she says
firmly standing as well, the difference in their height making her swallow her nerves.
She’s not exactly afraid of the looming
male but he definitely has an aura about him that makes her apprehensive.

And she hates herself for noticing the tone of his muscles;
she hates it even more that he doesn’t miss that she’s staring.

“Heh, why don’t we compromise, hmmm?” He takes a step
forward but she refuses to retreat so now his chest is almost touching her
decidedly large one. “You handle the assignment,” he murmurs, hand reaching out
to play with some loose strands of her hair. “And I’ll handle you.”

Heat floods her face at his insinuation followed by
righteous anger. Her hand moves before she can think, smacking him across the
face. “You’re a pig,” she hisses, gathering her bag and storming down the
ladder. She leaves with a parting, “Meet me at the library at 5:00, we’ll go
over the details then,” thrown over her shoulder before the roof door slams
shut. Behind she leaves Aomine fuming.

He’s never backed down or lost a challenge before and he isn’t
about to start now. “The only one who
can beat me, is me,” Aomine mumbles, gathering his belongings.

That evening, she takes a seat in one of the study rooms and
waits. And waits. And waits. Of course, the jerk would be late. When an hour
past their meeting time goes by, a deep boiling anger bubbles up. She isn’t
this person, isn’t one to go off and strike someone, to want to yell and scream
at them but Aomine Daiki is decidedly good at getting her dander up. She
loathes the injustice that someone so pertinacious and self-centered
practically has the world at his feet just through sheer arrogance and
entitlement.

And to top it all off, she knows he’s in a gang, a delinquent
through and through and yet everyone, including teachers, fall to his feet like
he’s some sort of god!

All because he’s good at basketball.

Ok, so maybe he’s better than good, maybe he is the best,
but still, there are more things to life! More things that make people great, make
them valuable and important!

Finally, she’s done waiting, grabbing up her bag and huffing
out the doors making a beeline for the gym. It’s unlikely he’s even there given
his penchant for skipping practice almost as much as he does class but she has
to try. She has to get him to realize she’s not a push over and she’s not a
patsy.

Entering, she sees who she knows to be captain and coach of
the basketball team talking quietly. The squeak of her shoes against the floor announces
her presence and both males turn to look in her direction. “Ah, excuse me,
Imayoshi-senpai?” she calls.

His smile makes her shiver a little. “Yes? Can I help you?”

“I…I’m sorry to bother you but, have you seen Aomine-san? We
were supposed to meet at the library and-“

“Ah, so you’re the
reason Aomine-kun was all hot under the collar today,” he asserts making her
blink in confusion. Coach murmurs something about grading papers, leaving the
basketball player and flustered student to their own devices. Before she can
ask him to explain Imayoshi goes on, “Please allow me to apologize for the
inconvenience. You see, it’s my fault Aomine-kun just now finished. Course, now
I understand why he didn’t complain as much as he usually does. What a naughty
boy, am I right?”

Deep crimson overtakes her complexion, hands gripping the
strap of her bag tighter. Why is she interpreting his commentary so…lewdly?

Imayoshi, ever observant, is tempted to continue this line
of teasing simply for the pleasure of watching her squirm but he’s tired and
besides; it’s clear this one isn’t interested in him anyway. Shame, she’d be
fun to break. Shrugging on his own bag, Imayoshi points towards the locker
room. “He’s in there,” then promptly exits the gym, leaving her to decide
whether to continue waiting.

Taking a seat on the bench, she goes over her notes, mind
wandering between what she’s doing and what’s taking Aomine so long. Undoubtedly,
he’s done this on purpose, exerting himself as dominant and not one to cater to
the beck and call of others, but he’s never tangoed with someone like her
before.

“Yo,” his deep voice rumbles jarring her out of her
thoughts. Looking up, she swallows the extra saliva that has suddenly appeared thanks
to the sight of him shirtless, tribal markings dancing on his broad chest and
over sculpted shoulders. A distinct heat erupts between her legs when she
notices his nipples are pierced. How the hell does he play basketball with
those?

“Oh, these? I take them out of course,” he comments
revealing she voiced the question out
loud.

Mortified, she covers her face, a deep groan pulling from
her lips. His presence before her on his knees, face level with hers, makes her
squeak. “You’d better be careful, _______-san, I just may get the wrong
impression if you keep making noises like that.”

Her bosom heaves drawing his eyes downward, his blatant
staring making her entire body hum with apprehension. Raising his eyes to hers
once more he smirks, leaning forward. Heat radiates off his flesh, their
proximity drawing beads of sweat to her brow.

“You know, maybe what you need isn’t a project partner so
much as a…fuck partner?” he murmurs, lips millimeters from hers.

“You’re a pig,” she whispers.

“So you’ve already mentioned. And you’re a bitch, what of
it?” he replies.

“I don’t like you,” she remarks.

“Tch, you think I like you? Hardly. Though despite your
glasses and always wearing cardigans even when it’s fucking hot outside, you’re
certainly alluring,” he admits, trailing a heated gaze over her curves.

“This…this can’t…this isn’t
happening,” she asserts, willing her brain to work better than her hormones.

“Oh, I beg to differ princess,” he purrs, “I can see you
want me, why continue to deny it? Take the offer, it’s not everyone I’m willing
to give all this to.”

She narrows her eyes. “And here I thought I’d figured out
how you got ahead in life, Aomine-san.”

“What’d you mean?”

She shrugs, glad to feel a bit of her senses (other than the
horny ones) returning. “I was racking my brain trying to figure out how you
could possibly still be in school and on the team even though you do nothing
contributory to either. Well, at least in school. I know in basketball you’re second
to none, though I have heard rumors of a certain red head at Seirin that
supposedly can give you a run for your money.” She shrugs again, tapping him on
the nose. “I just assumed you were a man whore, slutting it up to whomever you
needed. How else would you still be passing your classes?”

“You, self-righteous bitch,” he snaps.

Eyes gleaming behind her glasses, she pushes against his chest,
denial clear. Aomine may be a bastard, but he’d never truly force himself on
her. He gets up, eyes full of fire.

“I believe that’s round one to me, Daiki-kun,” she purrs
sashaying her hips as she exits. Turning around, she’s gratified to see evidence of a distinctly firm problem below his waist line. “Tomorrow, after school,
5PM, library. Be there.”

When she’s gone, Aomine grabs his basketball and slam dunks
it hard enough to shake the rafters. This kitten doesn’t know who she’s dealing
with and Aomine is dead set on turning her hisses into mewls.

A/N: I originally intended
to end this NSFW but the progression changed as I went and I really like how
things ended here with the bad boy being put in his place. I hope you still
enjoyed it!

This is for the bad boy Au. Can I request how Akashi, aomine, hanamiya, himuro, and kise would react when they whisper something extremely dirty to their s/o ear but they are really innocent and doesn’t know what their saying? You could make it NSFW or not is up to you. Either way I know I’ll love your writing like I always do. Keep up to good work, luv ya!

Awww! Thank you! I tried to come up with something clever but some of what I did or found just sounded like cheesy pick up lines! LOL So I decided to try GIF reactions for the first time. I hope you like them. I put them under a read more since the gifs are large.

Akashi

Aomine

Hanamiya

Himuro

Kise

Aomine, Momoi, Imayoshi, Wakamatsu, Sakurai as gang leaders (preferably in one gang), headcanons for their position, assigned tasks, rides, etc. Thank you!!

Since they are all in the same gang I’ll substitute the word
“leader” for “members” since there’s really only one leader usually. If I
misunderstood please let me know. Also, I’ve been noticing a lot of what I’m
coming up with feels more “mafia” than bad boys but really isn’t the mafia
just a more sophisticated kind of gang? Oh well, we’ll just keep rolling.

Imayoshi – Leader

Decides who, what, when, where and why things either happen
or don’t.
His ride is a black BMW with black out tint and bullet proof
glass, most often times driven by either Wakamatsu or Sakurai.
Weapon of choice: switchblade.

Wakamatsu – Right hand man

Steps in when Imayoshi is preoccupied, next to ascend to
leadership if something happens to him.
Somewhat of a body guard, usually found with Imayoshi at all
times.
If he’s not playing driver to Imayoshi, he can be found in his
classic red Camaro.
Weapon of choice: Beretta M9

Aomine – Enforcer

Not involved in the day to day “work” of the gang because he’s
too damn lazy.
Sent for “negotiations” with rival gang members or infiltrators
to Too’s territory.
Shoots around town on his black and red Yamaha 750cc sport
bike.
Weapon of choice: His fists

Sakurai – Sniper “The Regretful Reaper”

Despite his timid nature, Sakurai is one of the most feared
members because of his top shot.
Roll is to annihilate targets either through a hired job or
retaliation.
Doesn’t drive the same vehicle twice to avoid possible
detection. Usually steals one, does the job and leaves a note with “I’m sorry”
written on it.
Weapon of choice: sniper rifle

Momoi – The Source/Intel Gathering

Handles all the nitty gritty details of payroll (yes, they
get paid because they don’t have time to have jobs), target acquisition,
accepting payment for jobs and gathering intel on friends and enemies alike.
Keeps the gang in check (even Imayoshi from time to time) to
ensure things continue running smoothly.
Has a cute little scooter she uses to shoot around town.
Weapon of choice: Blackmail

Also ‘HCs for what their role/job in the gang is’ for Haizaki, aomine, hanamiya and kagami thank you soooo much! :3

I combined two asks since they were for the same group of people (totally cool, it’s just how the randomizer chose) so that makes room for another to be added to the schedule. Thanks for sending them in!

Haizaki

How he joined the gang: Classic scenario of no stable home
life he joins the gang to be a part of something that plays into his violent
tendencies.

You’ve heard the term professional asshole? Look it up and
you’ll see a picture of Haizaki as its definition.

Takes immense pleasure in stealing and is often sent on
collection missions of the stealth variety.

Brawler and sneak attacker, he’ll get his targets cornered
efficiently.

Hanamiya

How he joined the gang: He gets off on the power of fear and
manipulation. Harnessing his intelligence and ruthlessness to extort wealth in
its various forms is to him more worthwhile than the treasures themselves.

Tactical genius and extortionist extraordinaire he uses his
superior intellect and vast network of informants to gather intel on his
enemies.

Master of stealth and concealment, he never gets his own hands
dirty and has the foresight to blockade his people from being identified.

Will ruin the competition/enemies through blackmail and
manipulation just for fun.

Aomine

How he joined the gang: Kind of accidentally gets initiated
when he saves Momoi from rival gang members. Imayoshi recognized his talents
and played to his love of doing what he wants when he wants (so long as he gets
his jobs done).

Deadly gun master sent for jobs that need a special touch.

Also known for his fighting skills, only ever being beaten
once: by Kagami.

Natural talent coupled with arrogance makes him incorrigible
to a lot of people but despite his tendency to be a dick, he’s an asset to Too,
even if his motivation is self-centered.

Kagami

How he joined the gang: Similar to Aomine he falls into the
life when his protective nature kicks in. He saw a shopkeeper getting harassed
by Hanamiya’s men and stepped in. Once he finds out what their up to, he sought
out Seirin, a newer gang who rose up to take back their city.

Definitely the brawn to his comrade Kuroko’s brains, he
instilled fear and respect just through his looks alone.

Earns the reputation of being a wild man because he took
Aomine head in a fight.

Fiercely loyal to his gang, he’ll put himself in harm’s way
to protect them.

[Bad Boy AU Headcanons] Aomine is a street racer by hobby but he works as a tattoo artist at his own shop. One afternoon he gets distracted mid drive & he ends up rear ending a black colored sports car. He was ready to defend/argue, but much to his surprise he sees a heeled hi-cut shoe followed by a silky leg clad in a leather skirt. The irritated woman then pushed her glasses up with her middle finger, sighing in annoyance as she turns to face him. (She’s actually a badass museum curator)

I changed up how they met a little bit, I hope you don’t
mind but this felt fun to me. I hope you like them!

What the hell was someone doing out here at this hour of the
night anyway?!
The bump was barely anything which is a testament to his
skill as a driver.
Focused on finishing his race, Aomine doesn’t even pause.
What’s one more infraction? Plus, he’ll be gone before the other driver even
realizes it.
At the finish line, Aomine gathers his winnings from Kagami.
When he returns to his car he finds the car he hit next to
his. His eyes widen when the door opens and a pair of decidedly sexy legs clad
in fierce stilettos become visible. They’re connected to a killer body decked
in an expensive suit.
Walking up to him, Aomine can see a badge of some sort on
her jacket. She works at the museum. Any further perusal of this woman ceases
when she smacks him.

“Thought you could just bump and run? You got another
thing coming!” Her shouting draws the attention of other racers, most of
them snickering when she grabs Aomine’s ear and tugs him to her car. “Now, what are you gonna do about that?!” she
snaps pointing to the deep scratches in the paint and dent of her fender.

After a pause, she notices the money in his hand and
snatches it before releasing him. Counting it she glares up at him from beneath
her glasses line. “Be more aware of your surroundings next time idiot,”
she quips, pushing up her glasses.
She storms off, leaving a thoroughly pissed and heavily
turned on Aomine in her sashaying wake.
He notes down her license plate number, planning to use
Satsuki’s skill of information hacking to find this woman and seduce the hell
out of her.
Turns out he doesn’t need to when she ends up coming into
his tattoo shop the next week.

“Come to assault me some more?” he asks smirking
at her.
She rolls her eyes. “Need I remind you that you hit me
first? Also, that cash was barely enough to cover the cost of paint,
asshole.”
He chuckles and ushers her into a seat. “Tell you what,
pick your ink and I’ll do it for free but only if you agree to go out with
me.”
“That depends, you gonna take me for a ride?”

He sets bedroom eyes on her and is gratified to see a flush
erupt up her neck. Leaning across her, seemingly to grab his tattoo gun he
whispers, “Oh, you move fast! You’ll go for a ride alright. And then later, I’ll show you my car. My place or yours?”
It ends up being his car.

Hey! Murasakibara and Aomine! How do you feel about tall girls who do sports? And what about girls who do drama? Just.. how do you feel about tall girls in general? Would you date one? (Tall as in 5’7 and above)

*They look at each other for a moment before looking back at you.
Murasakibara yawns, scratching his chest* “Who wants to deal with drama? *Aomine rolls his eyes* “She said does drama, not is drama, dumb ass.”

*Aomine looks back at you* “I think chicks who play sports are cool, I
mean, of course right? And drama’s cool too, just, leave it on the stage at the
end of the day, you know? Height doesn’t really matter to me.”

*Murasakibara yawns again, taking a bite of his snack stick and talks
around his chewing* “As long as she’s not taller than me, I like tall
girls. Then I don’t have to bend down so far.”

“So,” Aomine says
drawing closer, “if you’re askin’ about dating, which one of us do you want?
Because neither of us is really that good at sharing.” *Looks pointedly at the bag of snacks Mura is digging through*

Aomine-kun, do you only like girls with large breasts…? blushes and fidgets, looks at the ground My figure isn’t great, as you can see, since I’m small in all aspects….. But will you still accept my feelings for you?

*Aomine frowns,
tilting your chin up to look in his eyes* “Hey, give me a little more credit.
Breasts aren’t the only thing I’m looking at, they just happen to be one of the
first things I notice. And no, I don’t only like girls with big ones.” *Sapphire eyes trail up and down* “By the
way, you’re gorgeous so no more bullshit about your figure not being great. And
hell yeah, I’ll accept your feelings. Now,” he tugs you close, “let’s go get something
to eat, I’m starving.”

Just wondering, since I’m the flirty type, what would you do to me when we’re stuck in an elevator together, aomine/haizaki, hara? ;)

*Aomine sizes you up,
hands trailing up your waist* “It may not be seven minutes, but I’ll
make sure you get a taste of heaven.”

*Haizaki sends you a
feral grin, pushing you up against the buttons before slamming his hand on the
emergency stop button* “Time to test Aerosmith’s theory about love in an
elevator baby.”

*Hara grabs your ass, pulling
you close and kisses you deeply* “I thought you’d like a piece of gum,” he
smirks, adding a new piece to replace the one he left in your mouth.

Hi! I just reqested bad boys au with s/o who dies but i forgot about character limit so I would like to cut it out to Kagami Kuroko, Midorima, Akashi and Momoi if GoM+Kagami is too much. Thank you!:)

Hi! I did imagine/reactions and tried to hit as many of your criteria as I could but not
everything made it. I hope you still like what I come up with.

Trigger warning: Mentions of death and violence.

Akashi

He’s away on business when news of your death reaches him.
It was an assassination, one bullet to your forehead while you stood on the
balcony of his room. Reo’s crying can be heard on the other end of the line,
but Akashi feels numb. He blinks, eyes shifting from one color to two. “Find
them, Reo. Bring them to me unharmed.” It doesn’t take long for the offenders
to be caught, brought before the head of the Rakuzan. Akashi sits silent,
staring at the scum responsible for the loss of the light of his life.
Standing, he picks up a knife, checking its sharpness on the skin of his thumb.
“Her death, was quick and painless,” he muses. Turning a murderous glare upon
them he sneers, “Yours will not be.”

Aomine

“You idiot,” Aomine mutters taking a seat upon the ground
next to your headstone. It’s his usual greeting to you now since one stupid
decision, yours, took you away from him. Why did you have to jump in front of
him when that asshole pulled the gun? He could have taken the hit and kept on
going but no, his foolish girlfriend just had to be a hero. Sighing, his head
lands with a soft thud against the granite, your name pressing into his back.
Memories of that rainy night flood his mind, a voice he didn’t recognize
screaming, “The only one who can beat me
is me!” It wasn’t until later that he realized it had been own his voice declaring
what he knew now to be a lie. There was one person who can beat him; you. After
your death, he left Too, walked away from it all to live a life of solitude. Without
you here, there really wasn’t a point to try anymore.

Midorima

Staring at your empty shell in the hospital bed, ventilators
giving the illusion you’re still among the living, Midorima allows one tear to
trail down his cheek. “I told you to keep your lucky item with you at all
times,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you one last time. You look so
peaceful despite the bruises upon your face, ugly reminders of the beating you
underwent that took your last breath. Inhaling one of his own and cursing the
gods for their abandonment, Midorima gives the word to pull the plug. As the
heart monitor sounds, Takao chokes back a sob, trying to stay strong for his
friend and comrade. “Let’s go Takao,” Midorima announces after all the machines
are wheeled away, “it’s time to show those who would dare take from me the true
meaning of misfortune.”

Murasakibara

Murasakibara never thought he would reach a point in his
life where he hated food. But now, looking at your face from which all color
and life has been drained, he does. A box of chocolates, a fucking box of
chocolates seemingly sent to you from him and now you’re dead. Because he didn’t
take the threats seriously when he thought them to be directed at his own
person. He never even considered they’d go after you. And in such an
underhanded and cowardly manner too, using poison instead of facing their
enemies head on. Standing up, Murasakibara’s eyes gleam with fury. “Himuro, get
my hammer. I’m going to crush them.”

Kise

Loud wailing sobs echo in the alley, Kaijo’s golden boy inconsolable
as he holds your bleeding form against his body. Your spirit has long since
left, skin turning colder and colder as the seconds tick by. Kasamatsu stands rigid,
mouth moving but no sound coming out, horrified that you’re dead. The stabbing
had been quick and visceral, your attackers scrambling up the fire escape to
the roof while Kise and Kasamatsu rushed to your aid. When Kise’s cries begin
to die down to sniffles, his leader touches him on the shoulder. Kise looks up,
eyes red rimmed and blood staining his shirt.

“Can you stand?” .

Looking down at you one last time, Kise caresses your
cheek, choking out, “Sleep well, _____cchi, I’ll…I’ll see you again someday.”
He lays you down, grasping Kasamatsu’s hand with one covered in blood. “Come
on, it’s time to return the favor,” he vows, eyes going dark.

Kuroko

“Kuroko, I…I’m so sorry,” Kiyoshi mumbles. Your body lays on
Kuroko’s bed, a vicious rope burn evident on your neck. The members of Seirin
who found you hanging couldn’t leave you like that, opting to cut you down
before calling their leaders. Hyuuga reprimands them in the next room but he’s surprisingly
quiet in doing so, the loss of your life seemingly at your own hands weighing
heavily on the makeshift family. Kuroko’s eyes fill with tears looking at you.
Were you really so unhappy? Was there anything he could have-

His thoughts cut off when he notices something the others
missed. Kagami sees the shift in his expression, leaning closer to try to see what
his shadow does. “What is it Kuroko?” he asks drawing the attention of Riko and
Kiyoshi back to the bed.

Kuroko points to a puncture mark in the side of your neck. “She
didn’t kill herself, they sedated her then strung her up,” Kuroko announces to
the room as a whole. Everyone looks at him in shock.

“Who did?” asks Izuki.

“I don’t know yet, but I’m going to find out,” he replies
storming out of the room with Kagami in his wake. It doesn’t take long for the
rest of the gang to follow. They’ll go to hell and back again to send your
killers to their graves for what they did to you.

Kagami

Promises. Kagami has always been leery of them and for good
reason. Making promises almost always ends with someone being disappointed and
now is no exception. How could he have made that stupid promise so callously? Because
he never truly believed it would come to pass. Yet now, he here is, on a date
with someone who isn’t you because he made a promise. A foolish promise that
should anything ever happen to you, he’d move on, that he’d find love again and
be happy because you couldn’t bear the thought of him going through life alone
and miserable. And that he wouldn’t seek revenge because an eye for eye just
makes the whole world go blind.

But he knows, just as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow,
that he’s going to break both his promises in one night.

If only he hadn’t run his mouth at that rumble, if only he’d
stayed home that night, then at least you’d be dead together, dual victims of
the drive by orchestrated by Haizaki.

If only, if only, if only.

He stands, offering a half assed apology that he has to go
and walks out. He keeps walking until he reaches the gang’s hang out. Hyuuga
doesn’t question his early return, merely hands him his gun with a warning to
be careful and not get caught.

Momoi

For all her ability to anticipate her opponent’s moves, even
Momoi can be caught off guard and this time the cost of oversight is too much.
Her ears are still ringing from the explosion, her body sore from being thrown
violently by the shock wave of the car bomb. Standing slowly, grit and tar
clinging to her skin, she stares in disbelief at the mangled form of her lover’s
car, his body completely obliterated. Hysterical, she runs towards the flames,
caught at the last second by Aomine who she fights against in desperation. “He’s
gone, Satsuki!” shouts the blue hair. She looks in his eyes, shaking her head. With
gentleness unknown to be possible, Aomine touches her cheek and nods. “I’m
sorry, but he’s gone.” He allows her to collapse in his arms, holding her up.
Meeting the eyes of his fellow gang members he hisses, “Nobody sleeps until the
fucker who did this is six feet under.”

[walks up behind Ahomine and puts him in a tight choke hold, breasts pressed against his back] Dai-chan did you eat my last bag of teriyaki chips?~

“Oi! Not so tight,
crazy-chan!” he gasps, but only half struggles to get away because, let’s be
honest: breasts. When you finally release him, he mutters, “Who are you anyway,
Murasakibara? Sheesh!”

*Sees you winding
up for a punch* “Ok, ok, I’ll get you more. Just,” he sidles up closer,
hand ghosting on your shoulder, “would you be up for some more wrestling later?
Preferably of the Greco-roman variety?”

*Groans
when you punch his arm hard before sauntering towards the mini-mart* “Guess
not,” he grumbles following after you.