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From this— 

To this— 

Midorima Shintaro was tortured non-stop by Takao Kazunari. He had turned into a Ghoul Investigator and his green hair had turned to white because of the non-stop frustration and his love for Takao.

Happy Birthday my Love my Baby my Heart!!!

I don’t know how much I can say but Aomine is probably my most favorite character in my life. And this is my forth year to celebrate his birthday. Thank you so much Fujimaki-sensei to let me meet him and knb. I love everyone!!!!

BTW these arms belong to Kuroko for sure. So it’s aokuro (even though I did not have enough time to draw his face sorry ;_;)

[ biohazard ]

{ one does not simply make another jealous }

4K SPECIAL COLLECTION(1/5)
AU: Yakuza, Arranged Marriage
Pairing: Aomine x Reader
Genre: Slight angst
Words: 3068 words
A/N: Oh man, oh man, I had way too much fun with this. I went way overboard. But I really like how this one turned out so I hope you guys will too. Throwing it over to fluffy-knb-scenarios because you know you love me. Since I can’t write anything for the babe’s birthday, this will be his gift :)

If you see arranged marriages in romance novels, they always make it out to be so rough but then so sweet afterwards. The heroine who at first refuses to marry the hero falls madly in love with him, deliriously happy that she finally has her prince charming. The hero, who was once a cold man, feels his heart bloom with joy at the sight of his darling wife.

But real life wasn’t as perfect as those authors make it out to be.

Sure, you were in an arranged marriage. You had expected something more glamorous rather than have your husband hang around some back alley at one in the morning, but sometimes you just don’t have a choice. Sure, your husband was incredibly good looking. He had tanned skin, midnight blue hair and the sexiest of eyes. He could turn anyone putty in his hands with just his looks alone. But those eyes never seemed to come to you.

Aomine’s clan wouldn’t be considered powerful but it was quite influential. Aomine’s strength was enough to convince them of how potent they could be if they wanted to. Not to mention, he could charm the pants off anyone.

You floated around the room by Aomine’s side, greeting guests and girls who were once Aomine’s potential suitors. They gave you the stink eye and a nice hand squeeze whenever they came around. Aomine smiled and greeted everyone pleasantly, though not forgetting to give them a nice grip of warning whenever someone who he deemed his competition came around.

“Dai,” you sighed. “I’m getting kind of tired.”

His glance darted in between the crowd and you as if he was contemplating whether to stick with you or to continue on with the party. “Do you want to go take a nap? I can handle things here for a while.”

You smiled gratefully and nodded. “That’ll be nice. Thanks.” You pecked him on the cheek before moving away back to your room. Thankfully enough, the gathering was held at Aomine’s place so all you had to do was walk a few rooms away and you could finally rest.

Thing was, it was difficult to rest when a million thoughts were running through your mind per second. Worries upon worries piled in your head. Sometimes you wondered why Aomine even agreed to this marriage. You weren’t anything special and, sure, your parents were part of a decent yakuza but they weren’t the strongest. Sighing, you stared up the ceiling and wished to fall asleep as soon as possible.

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