"Wow," Imayoshi muttered before (name) left. His eyes were peeking at Aomine with a twinkle in their dark depths. "Your balls are in her fucking purse, man."

Aomine grunted unhappily. Imayoshi wasn't exactly wrong but that did not mean Aomine would admit. Sure, the strangest human being he has ever met could make him pout, make him grovel at her feet and all that jazz but Aomine wasn't admitting to anything even if Imayoshi did witness one of their rare disagreements- one of those where he, the big bad ghoul, resembled a scolded puppy.

"Tell me, Aomine," Imayoshi drawled. "When are you going to stop this charade of humanity you've got going on and just eat her?"

"Shut the fuck up." Aomine growled, navy and white turning red and black. "I am not going to eat her."

"I never knew you were one of those who play with their food."

"(Name) is not food!"

"But you'd still like to eat her." Laughed Imayoshi and slapped Aomine on the back. "Only in a slightly more pleasurable way."

"Can you not be so..." Aomine rolled his eyes. "Dunno, crude?"

"Not when you're such a pussy. Grow a pair and ask her out."

"Your mom."

"I'll tell her you said hello." Imayoshi growled. "Bitch."