AN: My first KnB fanfiction! I've been inspired by seizenber. This story is a collection of one-shots, some one-shots may be continued in other chapters. There may be a chance that this will turn into a Momoi/Miragen one shot collection but for now, it's Akamomo with a dash of Aomomo. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything,
When it is all over, neither of them makes a sound until he does.
"This was not your first." Akashi states. It doesn't sound like a question because it wasn't. It was a declaration of a fact that shouldn't have had Momoi flinching beside him, two inches away from the skin she left claw marks on.
Momoi ventures to look at the red head beside her and finds him focused at a spot on his room's immaculate ceiling. He doesn't look mad but Momoi wasn't stupid, far from it actually. There is tension in his shoulders and jaw and his eyes were seeing something far beyond the spot on the ceiling. Pulling up the sheets to cover her breasts, Momoi nods, "No, it was not."
"Who?"
Akashi doesn't know why he asked. It was a stupid question of course it was –
"It was Daiki." Momoi answers promptly, deciding that it was best to tell the truth as soon as it was asked. "He… we… it was—"
Abruptly, Akashi seats up and throws off the covers. Outside, he is tensed but inside he is grasping for straws, mind reeling—Of course. Of course. Of course it's Aomine. Distantly, he hears her mumbling what felt like excuses as to why she didn't wait and he would have none of that.
"Quiet, Satsuki." Akashi commands as he keeps his back against her but ah, Satsuki will have none of that.
"Why does it matter?" Momoi asks, sitting up and resting her back against the wide mahogany headboard. She tries to placate him by touching his shoulder and saying, "You were the only one in my eyes earlier, and the only one in my eyes now."
Distantly, Akashi knows this and he tries to calm down but thinking of tan hands mapping the land he just did makes his blood boil irrationally. It shouldn't matter but it does. And as rational as Akashi usually is, he can't find it in himself to be right now so he shrugs of her hand and stands up, grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist.
Even without turning, Akashi feels Momoi recoil from the action.
Momoi watches as Akashi walks to the bathroom and with a heavy heart forces herself not to cry. He shrugged her off as if he can't even stand her touch, he can't even look at her as if she was dirty. Biting her lip, Momoi ignores the soreness between her legs and start to pick up her clothes.
The moment Akashi steps out of the bathroom, Momoi was gone.
End notes: Uh-huh.