Its starts on a whim like most bad decisions do, scrolling through his phone and eyeing a name with temptation on his mind. There is liquor on his tongue and darkness in his thoughts as he wastes away the night, cursing the world and everyone in it, contemplating making a move. Right now, he is honestly certain he thinks he hated everything that has him feeling so low-key in dire need of attention.

Especially his old team mates, the damned former first string that had gone its separate ways.

Hot headed Nijimura, never able to let things be.

Volatile Haizaki, always acting without thinking.

Over confident Kise, pretending that he even stood a chance.

Egotistical Midorima, forgetting his place.

Slacking Murasakibara, putting in too little too late.

Blind Akashi, forever looking without seeing.

Self righteous Kuroko, who tries too hard to prove himself to be purer then him.

Sadistic Momoi, who's said everything and nothing all the time.

They were assholes the lot of them, he didn't have a doubt anymore.

But he fucking loved those pieces of shits more than anything he'd ever laid eyes on before.

More than dirty magazines.

More than annoying his captain.

More than that feeling when he finally lets loose on the course.

It's something close to self torture, thinking about them, because he can't bring himself to forget. When his thoughts spiral like this, wallowing in his own self pity, can't help but grit his teeth and endure it.

There isn't a chance in hell he's going to forget.

He just can't do it no matter how hard he tries. The agony of always lusting for an equal and always coming up short isn't something one brushes off even if there were so many potentials in middle school.

After all, he'd gone through every potential like a maniac with a hit list.

After accomplishing such a feat he should have met his match by now, but all he had to show for his efforts were bittersweet memories of his failures lingering in the chaotic recesses of his mind.

Nijimura's temper aside, the boy kissed like world would end tomorrow and the only thing that could save it was robbing you of your breath only for a mere moment.

Hiazaki was so cruel, but his touches were always deceptively gentle with the things he adored before boredom struck him.

Kise and his unrivalled admiration, who knew exactly how to get on his knees and worship the diety he'd chosen knowing full well he was in service of neither a hero nor a god.

Midorima who relished in making him beg whenever the stars aligned in his favour, and pushed him so hard he could swear he'd be broke.

Murasakibara who was painfully bored by anything less blatant than a tongue in his mouth and a hand in his pants.

Akashi who would rather gorge out his eyeballs than actually admit exactly who he's been sexting, all while eyeing him from afar.

Kuroko who would pretend that friendship was the only reason he slipped under the covers to be held by at night, ignoring that he was too aware of every curve he deliberately pressed up against.

Momoi who could chant your name like a prayer in her angelic voice while bringing any fool to his knees, but never say those three words you want to hear.

Assholes. Absolutely, undeniable assholes.

Whom he would quite honestly die for just as soon as he'd destroy them limb by limb all with a smile on his face.

Hell, he's an asshole too if he's got to admit it, jumping from one to the other the way he did at the same time. Who would take him seriously?

Nijimura wasn't particularly impressed by his confession and he'd immediately apologized for the outburst.

Haizaki had simply laughed hysterically, too busy choking on his words to form a response.

Kise, in a shocking display of how foolish you were to think him harmless, had simply fallen into bed with the next bimbo he could find rather than respond.

Midorima had raised a brow, then continued with his day, content to ignore a situation that you both knew could only bring misfortune.

Murasakibara had surely tried to listen, but was simply too easily distracted to actually pay him any mind.

Akashi had glared at him until he shrugged in silent apology and left, slightly unnerved by the exchange.

Kuroko ironically ghosted him, not that he was expecting much more in response to dropping such a bombshell over text.

All while Momoi simply cupped his cheeks, giving him a friendly peck and informing him she already knew that, before going on with her day, unperturbed.

So when he lingers on Kagami's contact, he's 100% certain he's just acting on a whim.

After all, Kagami Tiaga has nothing better to offer him then the others had. They were on a different league and some fool like Kagami simply could not compare. Surely he's just another asshole on the never ending hit list.

There was no way in hell this one could be special, but he's intoxicated enough to give it a go.

AOMINE: Asshole. You up? Let's play.

AOMINE: MORON.

KAGAMI: Wtf it's 3am, man?

KAGAMI: WHAT DID U CALL ME?!!!!!! You're the moronic asshole, bitch. I'm gonna destroy u. Name the time and place.

AOMINE: Fuck you. You know where to find me. 6am.

He scowls at the phone.

That idiot was definitely nothing special and he was gonna prove it by wiping the floor with him.