Of course :3 aLL THE ANGST
Three years and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get the soft scent of you out of his sheets. The sudden raps of his alarm startled him awake, pulling him from what happiness his dreams were giving him. Slowly his body rippled beneath the sheets to kill the annoying chimes. His hand tapped the off button before grabbing his glasses and pulling them to the bridge of his nose. Blinking, his vision adjusted to the dimly light room, “ Morning, dear.” His eyes moved from the framed picture of himself and you to the floor that then turned into the tile of the bathroom.
Everything seemed like a blur now. At least it was better than two years ago. Two years ago it was just… darkness. Nothing really mattered. Get up, Eat, Work, Eat, Go home, Sleep, Repeat.
“Good Morning Dr. Midorima.”
Green eyes glanced down to the receptionist before they went to the folder of his appointments for the day. He didn’t know how obvious he could make his expression to notify others he couldn’t care less if they spoke to him or not, but it seems it had no effect on his annoyingly happy receptionist.“ Morning…” His voice trailed off as he saw the name.
“Sir, we can have them transferred to ano–”
“Don’t be stupid. Please sit down and do your job.” Midorima tucked the folder under his arm as he made his way to his office. “ and I would appreciate it if you gave your pity to someone who deserves it.”
The receptionist quickly looked away in embarrassment, “Y-yes sir.”
Each appointment went by painstaking slow. A sinus infection, a six month check up, a head cold. Each appointment meant that name growing closer.
“ The doctor will be in in just a moment,” A nurse smiled before closing the door to the exam room.
“ Thank you,” Midorima took the examination folder from the nurse’s hand before they could even react causing them to jump in surprise.
“Sorry Dr. Midorima I didn’t know you were…” She merely gave up on her apology as she realized she was being ignored.
Midorima opened the door and gently closed it behind him, letting out a slow breath. He could do this.
A pair of bright eyes greeted him along with a growing grin. “ Good afternoon Dr. Midorima.”
Of course, you looked beautiful as usual. Midorima could feel his throat was growing uncomfortably dry. “ Good afternoon _____. I’m sorry the other doctor couldn’t see you this afternoon, they’re on vacation.”
“It’s alright. I think you’re just as qualified. I hope you don’t mind taking me on for the day. I’m quite a mess you see.” You gave a soft chuckle as you rubbed the back of your head.
Midorima merely gave a soft smile, “ You’re quite alright.” He pulled out a light and began his examination. The talk stayed small, asking about how you were feeling, the weather, what you were planning to do for the weekend. “ Do you mind if I check?” His grin eyes trailed a place on the side of your head.
“Of course not, you’re the doctor after all.”
“Yeah, I am,” Midorima had to mentally time himself as his fingers moved your hair to the side, making sure his touch didn’t trail uncomfortably long for you. Then there it was, the deep jagged scar making its way from your ear to the middle of the back of your head. “ It’s healed very nicely _____.”
“ I’m just happy the hair can cover it.” You giggled and earned yourself a small grin from the usual cold doctor.
“Well it looks like you are all checked out well. Would you mind if I spoke with who you came with? You can tell them just to come to my office. I’d like to discuss what we went over today.”
“Yeah of course!” You gave a warm smile that you had no idea was breaking down the man before you.
The click of his office door pulled him from his paper work. Your childhood friend stood awkwardly at the closed door, “ Hello Shintaro-kun.”
“ I just….” The usual cold demeanor Midorima hid behind had now crumbled. “ I just want to ask how they are doing and I’ll let you go on with your own business.”
“ They’re… They’re doing well.” Your friend new exactly what he was asking for and it was obvious they didn’t want to share it.
“ Please… Please tell me.”
Your friend took a slow deep inhale before releasing it, “ Nothing. No memory has been recovered since the crash.”
“Then how can she remember you?!” Midorima was standing now. “ How is it she can remember you and not…. not her own husband.” He felt like the air was being squeezed from him, milking every last bit of oxygen out from his lungs.
Your friend’s hand immediately went to the door. “ Midorima, look thay’ve known me since childhood. Her long term memory is there but everything else died in that crash. Look, you said yourself you didn’t want to put stress on them. You said you would do anything and eventually you pulled yourself from their life. Now maybe it’s best you.. you move on.”
“Get out,” Midorima’s words came out more than a growl than anything before he maintained his calm expression. “I’m sorry, just… please just do one thing. Their lucky charm today is a glass etched vase.” Midorima’s hand went to his wallet as he cross the room. “ Please… just go and buy it for them.” Midorima held out the cash while your friend glanced down at it then back up at him with a broken expression.
After a bit of hesitation they took it before opening the door, “ You know,”
Midorima could see you down the hall chatting with the receptionist from earlier. Your smile was lighting up the whole room.
“ You know Shintaro-kun. They listen to Oh-asa every morning.” Your friend squeezed his shoulder before leaving through the door and shutting it behind them.
As he heard the click, his knees buckled beneath him and sending him to the floor. Behind that closed door he was able to shed the tears that seemed to still flow after three years.
“Large cup of coffee”
“and would you like room for cream and sugar?”
A sigh escaped from the officers lips as his eyes rolled to the concrete ceiling then back down to the smiling barista waiting on him,” _____. I come here every morning and order the same cup of coffee.”
The barista’s smile turned to a teasing smirk,” Black like your heart, got it. Number thirty five Aomine-san.”
Aomine couldn’t help the smile pulling at his lips as you turned and continued to take orders before stepping behind the steaming espresso machine to get orders out. It was a small little mom and pops cafe his supervisor and seniors had took him to when he first joined the force and the coffee has had him coming back ever since. Well and other things as well…
“Number thirty three and thirty four caramel mocchiato and a egg croissant and a tall green tea with a bran muffin.” You were full of smiles for each eager customer who was ready for a pick me up to carry them to their jobs. You were so caught up in the business that you hadn’t even noticed the dark blue eyes admiring your abilities.
“Number thirty five, a large black cup of coffee and lunch.”
Aomine blinked as a small paper bag was handed to him. “ ____ I didn’t order this.”
“ Yeah, well I did. You’re always coming in here looking like you haven’t ate anything in a week. Have a nice day officer, stay safe!”
Before the tall police officer could say anything in retort you were off collecting orders and filling them. He merely shook his head with a smile and made his way out to his motorcycle. “ Tsk, _____, who the hell does she think she is?” He straddled his bike before opening up the little sack. A turkey and cucumber sandwich took up most of the bag along with a tangerine and a water bottle. “Bakaa~,” He crumbled the bag up and tossed it into the small compartment on his bike before securing his helmet on. What was he five? He heard a command about a traffic incident a few streets over through his helmet. “ I’m on my way,” he grumbled into his mouth piece. With the engine roaring to life he revved back the handlebar and sped off. Really? a bag lunch?
The street lamps had flickered on hours ago before Aomine finally had a time to come to a stop and actually take a breath. Who knew Tokyo was so reliable on their law enforcement. Peeling his helmet off he drug his forearm across his damp forehead, “ I hadn’t even ate lunch yet.” That’s when the memory of the mom lunch bag popped into his mind. He glanced to the compartment nestled behind him before he sat the helmet on the motorcycles gas tank and pulled out his hand made lunch. Pulling out the sandwich and water bottle he abandoned the sweet fruit with the other contents of his compartment. As embarrassing as it was to be handed a bag lunch like a primary school child he had to admit you had a way with making a sandwich taste like a gourmet meal. Cleaning off the sandwich he slipped his helmet back on to hear any reports through his ear piece. He sat still as he started his motorcycle up and let it idle beneath as he waited for any sign of a new command or reporting. How many times had you done that over the years? at least fifty… sixty times. Maybe he should make it up to you. A movie? Nah, that’s way to obvious that he wanted to take you out. Aomine blinked at the passing thought. The small thought suddenly turned into a explosion of internal thinking. Did you like him? What should he wear when he asked you out? Were you even single?
“ We have a report of a robbery in the 3rd district on the corner of fourty-second and fouth.”
Why did that vaguely familiar. “ I’m on it,” Aomine’s lips grazed against the mouth piece as he gave his response.
“ Patching you into EMS twenty-two. There’s been reported gunshots and they think there is injury. EMS is fifteen minutes out you’ll be the first on the scene.”
Aomine was already making a turn onto a new street, “ Yeah, got it. I’ll let you know any details when I see it. Over.” His mouth piece clicked out, allowing him to focus on dodging the cars in front of him. This way he was riding was beginning to click together like an unsolvable puzzle. Right turn, click, go straight through the light, click, and it will be on the corner there on the left, click.
His helmet was ripped off and motorcycle barely turned off as a loud crack echoed off the pavement, startling the onlookers that were kept behind a yellow tape.”Move aside, please move aside!” His eyes scanned the group as he walked up and bent under the tape.
An underling met him at the door, “ We have a suspect that’s in persuit now. We have one injured, how long until EMS can arrive?”
Aomine nearly didn’t respond as he saw the body on the floor, “ Get the EMS on the phone now!” He moved, shoving tables and chairs out of his way.
“Mgh, I did it this time huh?” You let out a soft groan as the pain seemed to press against your lungs.
Aomine’s eyes were wide as he knelt down and grabbed where your hand was pressing, feeling what he was dreading.” M-Move your hand I’ve got it.” His panicked eyes went from the open wound on your side to your eyes. His other hand moved to support you, cradling you up as he could hear the underling outside on the radio. “You stay with me, you got it _____?”
“Did you eat the sandwich? Was the coffee okay?”
“_____ save your breath! damnit! Just stop! Just stop talking and relax!” Aomine could feel your pulse pushing blood through his fingers. His hand pressed more into the organs that were threatening to spill out on the blood stained tile.
“ Just answer the question Aomine,” You leaned your head against his arm as the room was starting to spin.
“WHERE’S THE EMS?!” Aomine roared back toward the door. His eyes went back to you as he felt your face against his arm. “ It was perfect okay? Fucking perfect like always okay?”
“Good,” You gave a toothy grin to reveal blood pooling in your mouth.” Cause I spat in it.”
Aomine felt tears beginning to burn the back of his eyes as he let out a soft chuckle, careful not to shake you. “ That’s probably why it tasted so great.”
“Look, Aomine….” You winced as a sudden sharp pain shot up your spin.
“Daiki _____.” He couldn’t hold back the tears now as they dripped onto your shirt with a small taps.
“ If I pull strings with the big guy upstairs and get back here. I would love to… maybe… go see a movie or something.” Your voice was straining on each syllable.
Aomine could hear the sirens now, “ Stop talking _____. EMS is here okay? and We’ll do something else. Movies are too cliche.”
You gave a weak smile up to the crying officer that was craddling you and holding your wound.
His pencil rapped against his desk at an alarming rate. Desk duty was the bane of his existence, but since he had punched a fellow officer the other day this was his punishment.
It wasn’t his fault, the guy was asking for it and he had been on pins and needles since that night in the cafe. It’s been a week and he had heard nothing from you. He wanted to give your family and friends space, you needed to be around them more than him.
The sudden ringing from his desk phone nearly sent him to the floor.
“ This is 22, Aomine Daiki speaking.”
“ Ah, good I’m glad I got the right number. Aomine right?”
Aomine glanced to the caller id to see an unrecognized number. “ Yes sir?”
“ I… uh, well I ….” Aomine could hear the man struggling over his words and the lump growing in his throat. “ I want to call. I’m ____ father, I owned the cafe that you visited daily.”
Aomine was now standing, “ How are they doing?” He could the uneven breathing that came from tears.
“ You made them really happy. They spoke a lot about the officers that visited but your name seemed to come up the most.”
Aomine could feel his legs going numb, resulting in him falling back in his chair. “ No… please no.” Your father on the other side of the phone was now obviously sobbing.
“ They, they were a good kind. You were always so nice to them and seemed to make their day when you came by.”
Aomine placed his face in his hand as he felt a wave of sickness overtaking him. “ This is a dream. This can’t be real.”
“ I’m sorry Aomine.”