Disclaimer: I do not own, nor wish to, the characters or the work itself. Belongs to Tadatoshi Fujimaki, Shueisha.
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Summary (not much)
A story following the failure of a love life of Aomine Daiki, where two weeks to graduation day are the only thing keeping him near his object of attention. Will two weeks be enough for him to woo that person and win them back after two years of ignoring, avoiding and confusion?
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Prologue (not really)
The term 'stalker' never really had anything in common with Aomine Daiki, or so he thought. But in the eyes of the rest of the world, as handsome as he was, and everyone acknowledged it, that same number of 'everyone', also acknowledged the fact that he was, in fact, a bit of a creeper. Okay, he admits that for something valuable we have to pay an equivalent price, and that equals in his good looks and bad personality. He also admits, that in two years, he may not have been the perfect example for 'innocence' and 'emulation'.
There might have been times all that act he was putting on for the rest of the world, meaning constant boredom and i-don't-give-two-flying-fucks attitude, crumbled in the confines of his four walls, which he called 'The Fortress of Solitude', and some may have been making fun of him for that for a long, long time, crying himself to sleep.
Other times he would be angry enough to nearly jump out of his room's windows, but instead, soon enough one could see him hitting the walls of his fortress of solitude, over and over again; or beat up punks in some random shady, dark, tiny alley, either causing many bruises, which would then lead to numerous questions and constant nagging the next day from a certain pain-in-the-arse Peach, better known as Momoi Satsuki, the closest person and childhood friend to our protagonist.
There were even times he would try to deal the number of a certain someone in drunken stupor, or high, but to no avail, because that certain someone was known for changing their number constantly due to their idiocy, as most called it.
And even the 7 different numbers Aomine Daiki kept in his contacts list under the name of a certain someone, excluding that very person's family's numbers, with the tiny percentage of a chance 'certain someone' kept at least one of them in use, our protagonist couldn't muster up the courage to throw verbal vomit through the speaker on the other end.
Of course, there were many other instances this sad, creepy persona would come out in the open, but most were too disturbing to be included among these sentences.
And as this was his last year of high school, graduation day only two weeks away, Aomine Daiki was thrown in a world were his eyes were then and there, opened. He was finally able to see. All thanks to his mother. He made a vow to himself to never mistreat her and be a good son. And hereby begins an adventure two weeks long. And he dearly wished for the best outcome the end of those two weeks may present, not specifying in which sense 'best' is to referred as to the higher-ups above the clouds.
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This is not my first work, but it is the first one I am posting here. Let's make it clear, I may not update this frequently and this story follows actual events. Mine, in particular, and I don't want anyone's pity. The style will be Narrative, as you non-existent readers have noticed. Author's notes, will be very few. Feedback is highly appreciated. You may take guesses on who certain someone is. Thank you for reading.