"I still need to piss, though," Aomine states, eyes still glued to my chest despite being out of sight, thanks to my impromptu clothing. "Also, I was right, you have no tits. I'm an expert on what's big and what's not and let me tell you, you fall into the not."
"Go elsewhere! I'm trying to change, jackass!" I hiss at him.
What the hell, man? I'm trying to change, in the comfort and safety of the boys' locker room. Which isn't actually that safe or comfortable now that I think about it. This is what I get for trusting the redhead asshat; I get a pervert walking in on me and body shaming my chest. I'm starting an Aomine Daiki hate page, maybe I'll start an Akashi Seijuro one too.
"Aomine!" a voice bellows with a deadly undertone. Akashi, with a look of murder in his eyes walks into the locker room. "Get the hell out of here, now."
Aomine's face pales slightly as he realizes the danger of staying here a moment longer. Throwing one more glance in my direction, Aomine races out of the room, leaving me alone with a very pissed off Akashi.
At least the anger isn't directed at me this time, not that it would really make this situation that much better. He's still in the room while I'm technically topless and that's a very uncomfortable situation to have. Wait, I'm still topless, holy shit.
"Akashi! You need to leave too!" I state, my voice rising in pitch as I clutch the piece of clothing tighter to my chest.
As he turns to me, you can see that he's defensive and ready to argue back before he realizes the exact predicament I am in. His cheeks flush and he lets out some incoherent noises. I assume it's a cross between panicked and apologetic, considering that his eyes are flooded with distress.
"Out!"
That's the push he needed to pull him out of his panicked daze, Akashi sprints out of the locker room without a glance behind him.
At least he has better decency than Aomine. I can't accuse him of being a pervert in this situation since he didn't mean to walk in on me. But I don't think I should thank him either, I feel like that might send the wrong message and I'll regret it later on. Either way, today's been completely shitty and give it a solid zero out of ten.
I wait a few minutes before turning my back toward the door. I slowly continue changing, turning my head every few seconds to make sure no one is going to suddenly walk in and another incident occurs. Though, I doubt Akashi will let it occur again, considering the mess and stress it so clearly to put him through.
After I'm fully clothed and all aspects of my school uniform are carefully packed away in my basketball bag, I tie up my basketball shoes and walk out into the gym.
Whelp, better go out and deal with it. There's absolutely no way that the rest of the boys don't know what happened in there. And I wouldn't be surprised if Aomine told them that he got to see my tits without any clothing covering them.
Oh god, he saw my goddamn nipples. What if he noticed that my left boob is slightly bigger than my right boob? This isn't something I want to be bullied about! Imagine the insults. "Oh look, here comes lumpier left tit Kita! Her breasts aren't the same size! Hahaha!" The insults would be completely scathing; I wouldn't be able to survive the emotional trauma caused by it.
There's a tense, uncomfortable air in the gym that's palpable as soon as I set foot inside of it. Everyone looks extremely nervous and uneasy, excluding Akashi, who still looks slightly pissed off. Aomine is nowhere to be seen.
Ah, shit. Did they kill the blueberry? I'd probably feel bad if they did, but like, maybe not. I'm not really sure at the current moment and it doesn't seem pressing enough to continue thinking about it.
"Alright, let's get started," Akashi announces, who seems to be trying to avoid eye contact with yours truly. "We'll start off with a few laps and then we'll move on to some shooting drills…"
Akashi drones on for a while, ignoring the fact that not everyone is here.
Where the hell is Aomine?