Aomine Daiki: When Aomine becomes moody at you for spending time with a classmate after school instead of coming to watch his basketball practice one afternoon, all you can do is stare blankly back at him, unsure about how to respond to his sudden grouchiness.
“I walked the new transfer student in my class to the train station because he doesn’t know where it is.” You explain for the third time, not sure how much clearer you could be. “We talked about school. And the weather. I don’t know why you’re getting so worked up.”
“Oi. You never talk to me about the weather or school.”
“Oh my god, are you for real?” You shake your head incredulously, unable to believe the words that are coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth. “Daiki, you wouldn’t want to discuss the weather or school even if I paid you.”
“Hah? How would you know? You’ve never tried talking about that kind of stuff before.” Aomine shoves his hands in the pockets of his trousers and kicks at the ground with the ground of his shoe. “Don’t make excuses, just because you prefer talking to that other guy instead -”
“ -aho!” You snap at him, done with putting up with his unnecessarily jealous attitude. “Have you got selective memory or something? You fell asleep on me the last time I tried to talk to you about my day at school!” When he doesn’t respond - probably due to having nothing to say - you continue angrily, “Don’t be so quick to assume that I like someone else just because I speak to them! Honestly, what kind of person do you take me for?”
It takes him a while to reply, but when he does, his tone is more apologetic than accusing, which is a start. “…tch. I just don’t like seeing you by another guy’s side.”
Akashi Seijurou: You feel Akashi’s gaze on you the moment you walk in through the door, and he barely gives you any time to even take off your shoes before the questioning begins.
“You were working after school with your class president again.” He already knows, because it’s not like you’ve kept it a secret from him or anything. Yet despite already knowing, there’s still an edge to his tone that your mind instinctively tells you to be wary of. “How long is this class project going to last for?”
How long are you going to be spending time after school with that guy? Is what he really means, but you’re both very good at avoiding the subject, and deep down, you’re saddened by the fact that he feels the need to ask the question.
“Three weeks. It’s taking longer than we expected.” You sigh, feigning frustration in an attempt to ease the tension in the room.
His eyes narrow at the word we. “Three weeks is a rather long time.” He pauses briefly, as if he’s thinking carefully about his next words. “Are you sure that you want to continue -”
“- Sei.” You break him off quietly, words barely a whisper. “…do you not trust me?”
Akashi blinks, apparently taken back by the question. It’s the first time you’ve been so direct, and it takes him a few seconds to collect himself.
“It’s not that.” He replies finally, leaning back into the armchair he’s resting in. “I don’t doubt you, ____. It’s just…” He trails off, lowering his eyes. “I apologise. I won’t ask again.”