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Aomine: “You could’ve said something, ____..”
You grunt, staring down at your ankle, that’s now throbbing and swelling at a fast pace… Seriously, how are you such a klutz?
“I didn’t think it would get this bad.. I felt a bit…. Off during the last defense… but I didn’t think it was a big deal…”
It makes him think of Kise, and how he overworked himself without letting anyone know… And that irks him.
“You’re not one of us _____. You can’t just push yourself because you don’t want to lose..”
Wait. He did not just say that…
You look up at him, since you couldn’t hold your weight anymore and just sat on the ground, casting him the best glare you could, despite the pain.
“I….. I didn’t push myself because I didn’t want to lose!” you hiss, watching his face for any reaction, “I did it so you’d have fun… because you’ve been saying the only time you have fun is when you play any of the miracles..”
You look at your hand, biting your lip.
“I just want to make you happy.”
Those words, spoken softly and twinged with pain, make Aomine feel guilty.. You looked so much smaller, so defenseless, and his urge to protect only grew stronger.. He let out a sigh, bending down to your level and placed a soft kiss to your forehead.
“____, you DO make me happy… Showing interest in basketball is all I could ask for…” he hadn’t expected to learn you were a good player, despite not being gifted like him, “You don’t have to push yourself for my sake…”
He picks you up, before gently placing you on his back, mindful of your ankle.
“We should get it looked at… And our one-on-ones will be on hold for a while…”
You nod, burying your face in his neck as you wrap your arms around him. God, you feel stupid, thinking you could never make him happy.. A smile curls on your lips.
“….Thank you Daiki…”
He tries to not blush at the tone in your voice, clearing his throat awkwardly.
“I..I don’t know why you’re thanking me ____…” he mutters, “I’m the one who hurt you..”
You just shake your head, holding onto him tighter, “Don’t ask.. Just help me to the doctor’s, would you?”
He complies, still wondering why you’d thank him instead of yelling at him for being reckless.
Kise: He’d never seen so much blood.
There you sat, holding your nose, as red gushed from it like a waterfall. He was too focused on the one-on-one, he forgot just how strong he could be.. As he moved to dodge, his elbow smashed into your face, and everything just stopped.
The ball now laid on the ground, forgotten, as he bent in front of you, cupping your cheek.
“Shit… I’m sorry ____-cchi…”
You make a noise, whether it was a grunt or whine, you don’t know, but you open one eye, looking at his worried hues… Why is he so cute?
You hear a rip, and you find a piece of cloth replacing your hand, only to realize it’s part of his shirt.. O..Oh.. He helps you clean your hand of the blood, and he helps you to the bench, where he grabs some water and helps you drink it.
“Let me know if you need to see the doctor… I can take you there..”
All you can do is smile, because it still hasn’t dawned on you that Kise went from being a wild beast, to a gentle and worried teen.. And seeing him so kind and caring, despite the circumstances, is something you’ll never get tired of..
“That was your favourite shirt…”
He blinks, wondering where that nonsense came from, and cups your cheek once more.
“You’re my favourite person, ____… I can always replace the shirt, but I can’t replace you.”
You laugh, only to wince because the pain was too much, and you let out a frustrated sigh.
“We should go to the doctor, Ryouta.. I need to make sure you didn’t break my nose…”
He just nods, grabbing all your things, before carrying you in his arms. He adjusts your head to rest against his shoulder, making sure you have a good grip on the cloth.
“Just relax… I’ll get you there in one piece.”
These were so perfect! I can totally see both of them doing exactly as you described!
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