Kagami wondered how long had it been now since Aomine came out? It had to have been two years, at least. When he had first confessed, Kagami would sometimes still wonder if he was joking or not. It was about two months after their initial talk that his best friend introduced him to his first boyfriend. He was the stereotypical, feminine, man that the redhead often thought of. The boys body was very small, petite in every sense, and his voice was high pitched and airy. He reminded him a bit of Kuroko, except that his aura stood out in a crowd rather than disappearing.
Aomine still hadn't come out to everyone yet, though, and his now ex-boyfriend wasn't about that life. When the three of them would go out in public together, Kagami would watch the struggle between him wanting to hold hands and the basketball player trying his hardest not to let him. When they were alone, or at least in private, he was more open to the idea of touching but it was clear that it was uncomfortable for him.
They broke up after only two months.
About a month after their break-up, Aomine had found another guy. He had finally decided that it was time to tell everyone and so right off the bat he was more comfortable with the idea of public affection. This guy was less stereotypical in appearance. He was tall, and muscled. His arms were like thick steel ropes and his body was built like a barrel. It was clear that working out was one of his top priorities. He stood slightly taller than Aomine, but he didn't tower over him. Kagami couldn't stand him though. The moment he opened his mouth it was like listening to a woman. Everything about his voice was a stereotype, from the slight lisp to the high pitched, unnecessary obnoxious laugh. He had no issues telling Aomine this:
"Your boyfriend sounds like a girl." He took a long sip from the McDonald's cup he was holding. "At least the first one looked and sounded the part."
Aomine shrugged as he shoveled another burger down his throat. "You kind of get used to it after awhile. Plus, he likes working out still. It would be a different story if he wanted to, I don't know, go get his nails done and go to the club."
He rolled his eyes dramatically. "You know... When you came out you made such a huge deal about me stereotyping you and yet both this guy, and the last one, are just that. Walking stereotypes. It was weird enough that the last one looked like Kuroko-"
"He did not." Aomine barked defensively. Whenever Kagami brough the subject up he best friend would get super defensive about it, and he would briefly wonder if it was maybe because he had had a thing for the phantom sixth member. He never asked, though, because that would be a weird can of worms to open up for both of them. "And at least he doesn't look like one."
"Who?"
The basketball star glared darkly. "My current boyfriend, you dumbass, who else?"
He wasn't entirely sure, but that relationship didn't last too long after that. They were together a good six months before the voice got to him, though. Kagami took the time to rub it in his face that he had been right about it. Satsuki and Kuroko would often join in the teasing as well, since they were in the know, and would often meet the infamous boyfriends of Aomine Daiki.
The third guy wasn't all that memorable. He was the oldest of the three, thus far, and already had a stable job as a typical salary-man. He was petite, but not thin, and his body was long and wiry. His muscles were visible, but not like someone who went through the trouble of working out during the week. They were more like someone who built muscle more naturally, though they did very little to help it along. He was very mousy, with tousled brown hair and large, round, glasses. Kagami could only assume that Aomine was still trying to figure out his type because all three guys had been on polar opposite ends of the spectrum.
This brought up questions for him, and there was absolutely no way he could hold back asking because... Well he was honestly curious.
It was lunch time on a Saturday afternoon. Aomine's boyfriend had been called into work for something or other and so he had invited Kagami to go out and play some basketball before grabbing something to eat. The one thing that sucked about him openly dating was that they now had very little time to spend together. It was fun to play basketball with some of the other guys, especially his old teammates, but no one else was as good of a match as Aomine.
They had decided on sushi, since there was a place that was fairly cheap located close to the courts they'd met at. After they had settled in, and ordered drinks, Kagami got right to the point. (The question had been nagging him for months.) "Hey, let me ask you something."
"Eh?" His friend gave him a daunting look, as if knowing what was on his mind.
"Who's the bottom?" He didn't hold back.
Aomine, who wasn't drinking anything, still nearly choked in surprise. He swallowed wrong and wound up coughing so hard the table shook. "What the hell are you asking me?" He heaved as he gasped for air.
"You're being a fucking drama queen." The waitress had brought their drinks and he took a long sip before he continued. "I've been wondering this for awhile because every guy you've dated has been different. The first kid was so small, and feminine, so obviously someone would think he would be the one taking it. The second guy seemed like a bodybuilder, but his voice-" Kagami shuddered dramatically at the memory, "he definitely seemed like a bottom to me. And this current guy is up in the air, like he could be both."
Having caught his breath Aomine sat back up in his chair and just glowered. "How is that any of your damn business?"
"It's not but I'll be honest... As a straight guy I gotta know if you're taking it up the ass. If so, why?"
The conversation that followed was one for the books. In the end he never got an answer to his question. Aomine was vague and avoided going into too much detail. He said that, even if they were best friends, some things still weren't meant to be shared.
He and mouse-man dated for close to a year. Kagami honestly thought that this was the end relationship because they were pretty perfect for each other. When the three of them would go out together, there was always so much joy in Aomine's demenour, more than he had ever seen when he went out with girls in high school. He was developing crows feet around his eyes from the amount of laughter he had. That was until the truth came out.
The man had only been using him – testing the waters as one might say – and as their one year anniversary came up he finally revealed that he was bored of him. It had been fun while it lasted, but now he knew that he preferred women. He even confessed that he had slept with at least six women in the past year. Some of those days he had been called into work? It was just a cover story so he wouldn't have to go back to Aomine. He told him that having sex with him made him physically ill, and that he regretted every it every time they made love. Well, had sex. There was no love in it, at least not on his part.
For the first time in a long time, Kagami threw a punch. He knocked the man back on his ass, shattered his glasses, and possibly broke his nose. The second punch broke the skin on his lip and knocked loose a tooth. As he was going for the third, Aomine caught him and told him it was fine. It would be better if they just went home, and didn't waste their breath on this loser. No one else could hear it, but Kagami recognized the hurt in his voice, and the ever so slight wavering.
For the first time in all their years of friendship, Kagami watched him cry. Not just a few tears. Not a sniffling, cutesy cry. He watched him break down on his couch and sob. He didn't know what to do besides sit beside him and comfort him. He felt terrible as the man, who just had his heart broken, apologized for being a fucking pansy, and for being emotional like a woman.
For the first time, ever, Kagami didn't even care.
Some time passed, but the wounds the man suffered didn't heal. He claimed that he was done with dating. He didn't want to chance being hurt like that again. He would often talk about how, if being gay was going to be this hard, than he wished he could just be straight. The redhead worried about him, worried about the way his shoulders hunched over and the way his smile never quite reached his eyes. He worried about the way his game was affected, the pace always dragging just a little bit more each day. He worried that his best friend was never going to recover.
That was until the day Trevor showed up. Trevor was the man who was going to change the course of their lives forever, even if neither of them knew it yet.
