Kagami waited up once again, you were supposed to be staying at his apartment tonight but setting in with an unsettling pattern you found a reason to cancel. It had been happening more and more while he could only sit back and wonder what he had done.
He loved you so much, he always had but he couldn’t explain how much having you in his cold, empty home meant to him. In the beginning he thought he was fine as he was, doing his own thing, seeing you at weekends and the occasional school night but when you started staying he started understanding how wonderful it felt to just chat with someone at 3 am, that cooking for two was a more rewarding experience and the way you made a house feel like a home. He even began hoarding your things, then buying a few bits and bats, so that you could stay whenever you liked.
Toying with your favourite night shirt he recalled the last time you stayed, it was weeks ago. Bringing it to his nose he breathed into the remaining wisps of your perfume and tried to swallow the hard lump forming in his throat, ignoring the prickling pain around his eyes as he thought back to what he could have done to deserve this. In the back of his mind he knew, he knew it was his fault. From that time where he’d totally forgotten about the date you’d organised, instead opting to play a little more streetball with Kise.
You must think he didn’t love you enough, that you would always play second fiddle to basketball. Letting the guilt consume him he sobbed into the shirt, it felt so tiny in his hands, so fragile. He was all alone again. Not knowing that in your own home you were experiencing similar sensations of guilt and shame.
All you could think about was that night. That one stupid night that ate away at your soul whenever you thought about it. Whenever you brushed Kagami off you could see the hurt in his eyes, you heard the slight cracks in his normally obnoxiously confident voice. He deserved better but you were so selfish you couldn’t let him go. No that would mean confessing the truth, telling him of your dumb betrayal, your disgusting lack of self control.
Aomine of all people. It would break him. You and his rival. It had started out as an innocent encounter; Aomine noticing your distress about Kagami being a no show, he thought he’d put your mind at ease and tell you that your beloved Taiga was busy playing ball with Kise but that only made things worse.
Once he realised the idiot had stood you up on a date he took it upon himself to bring a smile to your face once more, hating the way tears stained your beautiful face. He’d always been fond of you, in fact he knew you a while before Kagami did. He asserted to himself that it was strictly platonic, he was just taking a friend out for a few drinks to help them forget their stupid, loser, undeserving boyfriend.
What started out as a few drinks progressed into a dusk to dawn bender filled with tears of laughter, a lot of embarrassing dancing from the pair of you and one sweet conversation on your front porch.
“You don’t deserve to be treated this way you know? You’re worth so much more”. Snorting at Aomine’s “heartfelt” analysis of your relationship you questioned “Oh and who would be worthy of the great ____ then?”. Heavily lidded eyes gazed down to your bright ones, a sad smile staining his previously calm features “You never did catch on did you? That I… No forget it. Get inside it’s cold.”
He only made it down one step when your fingers grasped after his gently, shyly even. Turning he was now at eye level with you as you flashed him a coy smile and requested a proper answer. Trying to take the focus off your lips he wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck but as he pulled away and your hot cheeks brushed there was an accident.
Lips met. It started out as a slow continuous kiss but as your breathing grew heavy he wanted more, dragging his tongue across your lip finding no resistance as you snaked your arms up his chest to his neck. Both suddenly pulling away in unison you exchanged mortified expressions and hurried goodbyes.
Ever since then you’d grown so far from Kagami you weren’t even sure what your feelings for him were anymore. Did you love him? If you did then why did that one kiss feel so much more passionate than anything you’d ever felt? Did you love Aomine? All you knew for sure was that the guilt was consuming you, eating you alive as you went through every day seeing pain in both of their expressions as you denied the truth. You had cheated on your boyfriend and there was no undoing that.