I know it’s a couple
days late and during my AU event, but I wasn’t able to touch base with @hiding-from-senpai
(time zone differences I think) until a day after Aomine’s birthday and didn’t
get my butt around to writing this until now. I didn’t remember until after I
finished that she was supposed to be his best friend so they ended up more acquaintances
from their early days but since it’s almost 11PM and I don’t want another day
to go by I kept it as it is. So, happy belated birthday Aomine!

Here’s what she
requested when I proffered her with the question of what she’d like to read for
Aomine’s birthday since he’s her bae: We
read in canon that Aomine likes writing his memoirs. In this request, he is
already working as a detective. Can we please have an excerpt from a chapter
that he had just finished writing some hours after his birthday has passed (ex.
1am). The subject matter of his entry has to do with recounting events,
specifically his trying to do something major before his birthday — something
that he isn’t sure of to challenge himself. The challenge he set for himself
was to confess to this fem!bestfriend whom he had a crush on since highschool
but he never got the courage to confess because he always thought she was out
of his league. He’s had two failed relationships and some flings and decided
he’s had enough. Please include how he confessed and her reaction. He also
remarks how this is his greatest victory.

Memoir entry August 31^st

I’m not sure what time
it is, late no doubt, or early if I’m being honest. Ever since getting this
job, I feel both more and less observant. More to the things that matter to catch
the bad guys, less to my everyday life because I’m just always so damn tired.
Ironic, really, for a detective as good as I am to miss so many of the clues.

But I’m getting ahead of
myself.

Today (or yesterday
really) was a day built for reflection. For consideration of where I’ve been,
what I’ve done and unsurprisingly of where I’m going. Birthdays will do that to
you, draw up not only the joy of being alive but the reminder that you’re one
year closer to the end, one year closer to the conclusion of your story and doesn’t
everyone want to make it a good one?

I thought I’d found the
secret to a happy, uncomplicated life. I started out seeking some fulfillment
in coupling up only to find it almost impossible given the strain of my job. Most
people aren’t cut out to date a cop, especially one who’s focused on making
detective.

I guess those two gave
it their best shot. I know I’m not the easiest person to get along with on a
good day but add in the stress of training, reports and chasing assholes and
well…I become one pretty damn fast.

But sleeping around wasn’t
helping either, just adding angry texts and crazy bitches pounding at my door because
they couldn’t get it through their stupid heads there wasn’t anything deeper going
with them than a rough fuck.

Now though…now I’ve
finally met my match. Or rather, I’ve become reacquainted with her considering
we’ve known each other through high school. ______ has always been my yard
stick for measuring women, none really being able to hold a candle to her and
that’s where my problem lay. She saw through all my bullshit so plainly that
she scared me. She was almost if not more perceptive than Satsuki and that wasn’t
something I was ready to deal with.

That and she’d most
likely have laughed in my face if I ever did confess. Why would someone as good
as her ever want to be with someone like me?

But this year, I decided
enough was enough. I’ve arrived, top of my unit and continuing to rise but now,
now was the time to look at the other areas of my life I’ve neglected for so
long. I don’t know how I’ve managed to keep my friends but it was good to see
them at my birthday dinner.

It’s weird as fuck to
see Midorima married to his high school sweetheart and that Kagami actually made
it in pro ball. Akashi’s kids look just like him, creepy little fuckers, but
Mursakibara hasn’t changed a bit and that’s strangely comforting. Satsuki
finally nailed Tetsu and they’re getting married next year. Only Kise couldn’t
be there because of a job but he sent a kick ass bottle of scotch to make up
for his absence.

I’ll have to send him
one hell of a thank you in return because it was that bottle that provided the opportunity
to talk to _________ again. After the dinner, I ran into her randomly in the parking
lot and we started talking. She just moved back and is looking for a job. Our
conversation led to the reason of my being where I was and when I mentioned it
was birthday she smiled brightly.

“I’ll have to buy you a
drink,” she exclaimed.

“No need, I’ve got some
right here,” I answered showing her the bottle. Then after a second added, “My
place isn’t too far, care to come over for a shot?”

And that’s how we ended
up on my couch, catching up on all the years we’d been apart. She moved to
Australia to continue her studies and had me rolling with laughter at all her
crazy ass stories from that place. One shot turned to two and then three. I could
feel the alcohol loosening my inhibitions and quelling my nerves. It’s probably
not advisable to confess to your long-time crush while buzzed but it’s what I
did, spitting out randomly, “You know I had a huge crush on you in high school
right?”

She giggled, a sweet
sound I always want to hear. “Really? And here I thought you hated me!”

That got my attention
like a bucket of cold water to the face. “What do you mean? How could you think
I hated you?”

She stuttered slightly,
cheeks turning pink and I know it wasn’t from the scotch. “We-well, you avoided
me a lot. Like, you never seemed to want to talk to me. Not that you really talked
to anyone that much but with me, it just…felt like you were avoiding me on purpose.”

“Shit, I…really?”

She laughed again,
downing another shot then shrugging her shoulders looked me in the eyes. “Yeah,
I mean, I thought maybe the bentos would help clue you in but you never said
anything. And every time I went to a game it’s like you didn’t even see me.” She
looked away to the fire place, its flickering flames dancing on her face. I was
startled to see glistening trails of tears on her cheeks as memory of those days
took hold. She shook her head, wiping them away quickly. “Sorry, old scars. I
don’t want to be a downer on your birthday, Aomine-kun, so I’ll get going.”

She stood but I grabbed
her wrist tugging her back down practically in my lap pulling a startled squeak
from her lips which my eyes locked onto. Leaning forward I whispered, “I wanted
you so bad it hurt but I…I couldn’t…you
were too good.” Closer, breaths mingling, I could feel the thrum of her pulse
against my fingers. “Honestly, I never stopped wanting you, still do as a
matter of fact.”

“Aomine-kun, I think
that’s the scotch talking.” Her tone tried for light, hand pressing against my
chest to push away but I wouldn’t let her go, not when I finally had her in my
arms.

“I’m not drunk, and I’m
not saying these things because I feel bad, although I do, I was an asshole to
you and I’m sorry. But I’m saying these things because they’re true. I…I want
you, _______.”

Her eyes searched mine
for what felt like an eternity but finally, finally
she moved forward and touched her lips to mine. They were petal soft, warm and
sultry, everything I’d imagined but better. The kiss went from sweet to heated
quickly, unsurprisingly because I’m an impatient bastard. Her mouth tasted
faintly of the scotch but was ten times more intoxicating.

I don’t think I’ve ever
had so much fun making out with someone in my life.

And now I’m here,
watching the rise and fall of a blanket where she lies encased in the warmth of
my bed. I’ve accomplished a lot in my life, but being given a place in ________’s
heart to call my own, is the greatest victory I’ve ever known.  

Best. Birthday. Ever!