He never expected to see her again. After the way he acted how he pushed her away, how he treated her like she was nothing. He wasn't surprised when he woke up to a cold apartment with her and her things gone. The only thing left was a hair band left on his bedroom floor, the only evidence that she had ever been there.
Now here he was staring at the girl he lost, the girl who meant everything to him, his wife doing what she loved, playing basketball. 'So you joined a new team? Seirin huh?' Aomine thought to himself as he stared at the blue haired beauty. He couldn't do much but stare. She left months before the end of middle school no one knew where she had gone and everyone blamed themselves. All she had ever wanted was to play basketball with her friends and they all destroyed that for their own pride and gain they treated her like she was no longer a part of their world that she didn't belong because she wasn't good enough. They all realised this far too late. She was already gone.
Aomine and Kuroko started dating shortly after meeting both her an Aomine were completely taken by each other. The two were happy and believed that nothing could tear them apart. After only a few months Aomine asked her to marry him. With a dead pan face she agreed. Thanks to both parents giving permission the two where soon wed. Of course they kept their relationship from their friends due to not wanting to impact their game. The two lived in an apartment that was brought for them by Aomine's parents which was empty and lifeless now Kuroko had gone, Aomine living alone pretending to his parents whenever they call that he and Kuroko are doing fine and enjoying live together. He wished he could say that and it be true but the fact was they may be married still but they were not living together happily.
A part of him was glad to see her playing basketball again. She was a good player she shouldn't not play because of him and the assholes of miracles.
She looked different in his eyes. She was still small. Her sky blue hair was much longer than the shoulder length hair she left him with, eyes still as bright as ever and her skin still as white as snow. Her body however was much curvier than the girl who used to lie beside him in bed, her hips were slightly wider, her bum fuller and her breasts. Yeah Aomine had always loved Kuroko's breasts they were just the right size and he always had a thing for big breasts but these new breasts of Kuroko's they were making it hard for him to stand. Staring at the girl who had just removed her jersey due blood currently staining the front due to a nose bleed. Aomine couldn't stop staring at Kuroko standing in an empty basketball court with just shorts and a black sports bra on.
Everyone had left a while ago but Kuroko stayed and Aomine hadn't stopped watching her. They were the only two left in the room. Finally getting enough courage to finally make his feet move he began dragging them down the steps until he just steps away from Kuroko.
"You won. Why are you not celebrating with your team?" Aomine asked surprised he had hid the nervousness in his voice.
Kuroko spun around quite surprised catching her foot on her discarded jearsy causing her to begin falling backwards. To her surprise she didn't hit the floor. Opening her eyes she saw him, Aomine holding her body close to his. The warmth of his embrace, his smell, the sound of his breathing and the feeling of his skin on hers all of these feelings washed over Kuroko. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She was looking up at the man who still had her heart. The man who broke it in two but insisted on keeping it was holding her lovingly like he used to.
Tears began to form in Kuroko's eyes Aomine looked in shock as the normally emotionless girl now had tears streaming down her beautiful face. Aomine tried to wipe her tears away but was greeted with his hand being swatted away. Kuroko quickly got up avoiding Aomine grabbing her arm by an inch as she ran in direction of the locker rooms.
Aomine sat alone, confused but happy he got to hold her once more. He knew now that now he had found her he wasn't going to let her go again. He had to get her to forgive him. He needed her.
