I wonder… If I had never left my apartment to go to that stupid photo-shoot and to that stupid school, he would still be there, sitting in a dark spot of my bed? When I saw that look on his face, more intense and penetrating than ever, I knew… I would never forget that moment.

It's 11:00 PM and I'm standing motionless by the door of my bedroom. What do I do now? Run? Scream? Fight? Yell at him? No… I don't have the strength to choose any of these options. All I can do is cry silently.

I hate myself for it, so I cover my face with my hands so he can't see it. I wipe my tears. It's shameful. Why am I crying anyway? Am I afraid of him? Am I sad? Am I desperate? I can't bear the sight of him… I think I'm crying because I know I don't feel this way because he raped me. I'm crying because I want him to do it again.

I want to be fucked by Aomine one more time.

— Why are you crying?

I can't bring myself to answer for a while. Stay calm. He doesn't sound angry or anything like that. His voice is cold but… Is it better? I wish he would yell at me and beat the shit out of me so I could have a fair reason to hate him. Well, I already have one… But apparently it's not good enough because I'm a creep masochist-ssu!

— I'm s-sorry… I pressed charges against you… I didn't knew what to do-ssu! — the way I'm sobbing makes me blush.

— It's understandable.

— No! It's not understandable-ssu! — this surprised even myself. I let my hands fall and finally force myself to look at him, I have to make him believe I'm angry and hurt… — What you did to me… What you did to me was unforgivable! You wounded me! You humiliated me! Yet I…

— You…?

I stare at him more closely. He's so calm, so controlled, so composed… I'm almost breaking into a million pieces, struggling with myself. All I want to do is scream, scream and scream. This is so annoying-ssu! How can he be so calm in a situation like this?!

— I didn't pressed charges to the police because I wanted for you to be punished… I did it because I…

I can't tell him. Can I?

— I liked it. I want to do it again. And I don't know how to deal with it.

He will smile. I know he will… He doesn't. Instead he gets up and walks towards me. The bedroom is dark and he's wearing black pants and shirt. I see only his shoulders and for a moment, his shape, and although we have more or less the same stature, I feel so small!

— How did you got into my apartment? — Kise, why are you trying to change the subject-ssu?! Pathetic!

— Does it matter, blondie?

For the first time he smiles. That cruel "I know everything, I can do anything and you're under my absolute control" smile. It feels like I'm melting. It's so hot here suddenly-ssu! Even though I hesitate for a second, my hands are now touching is broad chest. I think I'm going to explode.

— Not right now, no. — I swear I planned to answer differently-ssu! He's stalking me so it DOES matter!

— Good. 'Cause now I'll show you how being fucked by Aomine Daiki can be so much better than that last time. — jeez. Just by hearing he whispers these words in my ear I'm getting excited. Can't help moaning — Starting with my mouth.

I couldn't have imagined it better.

Daiki… His first name.

Daiki.

This is the last thing I said before the total state of ecstasy.

[…]

He smokes.

That sucks.

— So, how did you got into my lovely home? — where's my perfume? I hate cigarettes, they fucking stink!

— Relax. I don't always smoke… Only after fucking a very nice ass like the one you got there. — I'm blushing again.

The second time was way better than the first. Aomine was kind and careful… It felt very good.

— Aominecchi! How did you got in here-ssu?!

— The window. — what?! — We live next to each other. I have monkey habits. — he shudders. I'm perplexed. How can someone say something like this so naturally?! — It wasn't hard at all.

— You're insane.

For a second I can swear he looked serious. Like my comment brought some bad memories or something. I fall silent. Yes… There's this other part of him I don't know. Actually… I don't know him at all, even though he's in my house, in my bed, naked and sweat.

— Are you a criminal? — I asked before I could help myself.

Aomine thinks for a moment.

— The raping… I don't deny I did it. I'm intense, problematic. I have a fucked up head and needs not everyone does. Let's put like this: I have a good reason. But I have a better reason for theft, since for a long time before I dropped school and found myself a job – which I don't have any more thanks to your revelations to the cops by the way – I didn't had money to eat. My mother…

I was fascinated. Well… Not in a good way. Must be hard, huh? Not the raping part – I didn't get it very well and I'm not sure I want to – but the part when he told me he didn't had what to eat. Talk more, talk more… I want to know everything about you and help you!

— Listen, Kise… I'll tell you everything as soon as I can but I… Right now I have to leave the country or at least the town… Until this thing calm down. I only came here to say goodbye to you. I don't want to go to jail.

Heh? What?

I sit and stare at him. He's leaving. And it's my fault.

— Will you come back? — that's all that matters to me right now.

Aomine smiles and reach up, taking my face between his hands before kissing me. I don't even mind the cigarette taste while I pull him closer to me, frowning like I'm in pain.

Well… In a way, I am.