A/N: I'm sorry for not updating last week! I've just been really busy. This is my senior year, but for some reason, I decided to enroll in four AP classes…
Anyway! For now, I hope you guys can make do with this. I really, really wanted to write a futuristic fic where Aomine was in the NBA.
Also, there was a tumblr user who requested a certain fic from me. While I clearly remember the prompt, I forgot your username otl (but it started with a k, I believe), since replying to messages makes them disappear. The tumblr messaging system sucks like that. Anyway, I'll be working on that fic and post it next-next week, or the following week after that. I'm sorry that I'm so disorganized. I know I said I would be posting it this week, so I'm just very, very sorry for that!
I write too much in my notes, lol. So, here's the fic. I apologize for any careless errors. I edited this in a rush.
000
title: without you, i'm just a little lonely
rating: k plus
themes: future fic, waiting
"You'll wait for me, won't you?"
Aomine looked over his shoulder at the small, pink-haired girl, who was regarding him with misty eyes and a trembling smile. She nodded silently, temporarily unable to speak. He glanced down at her, reluctantly feeling pained by her teary expression.
He sighed heavily and dropped a hand on top of her head before affectionally ruffling her locks. She sniffled as she glared lightly at him. He managed a smirk.
"I'll be back before you know it."
Without that, Aomine walked off after Kagami and through the airport's gates, ready to embark to the states. Momoi gazed at his back, until he became a small dot and rounded a corner, disappearing entirely from her sight. Her lip trembled.
It was Kuroko who wrapped an arm around her and whispered, "It's okay," before she could break down into hopeless tears. He guided her safely out of the airport, and for the rest of the day, they relaxed at his apartment, reminiscing over old middle and high school yearbooks.
000
Life was somehow both quaint and eventful for Momoi. She worked as a nurse at Midorima's hospital, and would occasionally help out at Kuroko's daycare center. After Aomine had left to go play in the NBA, all of the Kiseki members became quite cautious of what they said around her. Often times, they would comfort her, whether it be obvious or not.
Kise liked to visit Momoi whenever he had days off. She enjoyed his company just as much. It gave her an excuse to dress up nicely, since after all, he was a model, and being around him made her feel obligated to look pretty. The two would usually go to a family owned café and converse about the old days, and share a lot of laughs. After a cup of coffee or two, the pair would dash over to Kuroko and pester him. Momoi was always amazed with the fact that although many years have passed, some things never changed.
Murasakibara would visit her at completely random intervals, which seemed to match him just right. He would show up at the front door of her apartment, holding up a tray of small cakes that he would want her to sample for his bakery. She would happily let him into his house, cook him something simple for lunch (she had developed better cooking skills over the years), and the two would laugh about stuff in her living room. His baking was always delicious, and he would always bring her favorite types of cake whenever he visited.
Momoi saw Midorima nearly everyday at work. She knew that since he was a well-known doctor, he had to act strict and stern around everyone to keep up his reputation, herself and Takao included. But on rare occasions when he had a break, she would waltz into his office with a cup of coffee and they would go off about their middle school times, just like she did with everyone else. He would be wearing a genuine smile on his exhausted face, which never ceased to give her warm feelings.
Even Akashi was comforting, in his own way. He would visit everyone at least once a month. He had become a pro shougi player, and Momoi suspected that being his opponent must be very daunting. Whenever Akashi came over, the Kiseki members would gather and eat out somewhere together. He was one of the few besides Kuroko who would actually mention Aomine. But for some reason, Momoi would feel comforted rather than depressed whenever he spoke of him.
Kuroko was the one she spent the most time with on her days off. Their conversations were always meaningful, and he always knew the right things to say. He was the one who would comfort her whenever she would begin crying at the thought of Aomine. He was also the one she would go to whenever Aomine and Kagami were playing an important game. The duo would sit in front of the TV and stare in awe at the two aces. Momoi recorded every single one of their games.
Somehow, Kuroko would always know how she was feeling. On her off days, he would come over and comfort her. She appreciated every member from Kiseki, especially Kuroko.
She worried constantly over Aomine. After all, he was in America, and anything could go wrong there. She would have nightmares about him bringing in a busty woman into his apartment, or him sitting around in a prison. But in the end, it would be Kuroko who would remind her of the concept of "faith," and that no matter how idiotic Aomine could be, he would always love her.
000
Momoi was squealing with happiness as she watched the TV. When she glanced over at Kuroko, he was smiling brightly. The TV screen was currently panning over an enormous audience of people, gathered to watch the NBA playoffs. Confetti was pouring down onto the court, where Aomine and Kagami's team was situated. Aomine was holding up a trophy, grinning as Kagami wrapped an arm around his shoulder, cheering. The two were drenched in sweat, but they still had the strength to enthusiastically yell and throw victorious fists into the air.
"Daiki! Taiga! Is there anything you two would like to say?" A news reporter asked the two aces, who could not stop grinning.
Kagami spoke in English in reply, but Momoi and Kuroko could distinctly make out the words "Seirin" and "Kuroko." Kuroko couldn't help but let his smile grow even more. The pink-haired girl was excitedly gripping onto his arm, still immensely happy that the team had won the playoffs.
When the mic had been put in front of Aomine, he only bellowed one sentence in Japanese.
"Satsuki, let's get married now!"
On the television screen, Kagami was gaping at his teammate while the reporters demanded him to translate what Aomine had just said.
Meanwhile, Momoi was staring at the screen, wide eyed and speechless. Her vision blurred and the blood in her veins froze and boiled at the same time. Finally, she launched a pillow at the TV, shouting, "Stupid Ahomine!" She was blushing furiously, and she soon discovered that her body was visibly trembling.
"Ah. He's blunt as always," Kuroko commented as Momoi nodded hastily in agreement. "But…it's fine, isn't it?" He asked, smiling lightly.
"Tetsu-kun, you're completely on his side, aren't you?" The pink-haired girl questioned as she stuffed her face into the pillow to conceal her reddening face.
000
"Stupid Dai-chan…" Momoi sighed as she rested her face on top of the living room table. It's been three days since the playoffs, and she's sure Aomine is either attending victory parties, or sleeping away.
It was currently a quiet Sunday morning, and so far, nothing eventful has happened. The day before, the Kiseki members had gathered to eat and celebrate over Aomine and Kagami's victory, even though they weren't even back at Japan yet.
With another depressed sigh, the pink-haired girl stood up, grabbed the remote, and resigned to re-watching Aomine's playoff game. She fast-forwarded to the fourth quarter before slumping back against the couch. She wanted to hear him say those words again.
Hearing him say the phrase "let's get married," was basically a miracle to her. She never thought that he would yell out those words on live TV, especially with her name accompanied with the sentence. She missed him way too much, she realized.
"Satsuki, let's get married now!" The TV screen shouted, paired up with his beaming, sweaty face. Momoi nearly reached out to touch the TV screen, before her phone rang out and snapped her out of her trance.
"Hello?" She answered, still slightly dazed.
"Yo."
Her heart stopped and her mind went on full alert. "D-Dai-chan?" She exclaimed after quickly clearing her throat. She suddenly glared at the TV, which was still displaying his face.
"You haven't called me in months!" Momoi shouted, pouting. She could hear him chuckling over the phone.
"My bad. I've just been really busy, you know?" Aomine replied. She smiled softly. It was so nice to hear his voice again, speaking directly to her. With just one phone call, he was able to ease her fears, and put her mind at rest.
"And Dai-chan, what was up with that thing you said on TV? I can't believe y"—
The doorbell rang at that moment, and Momoi suspected that it might have been Kuroko or Kise. She stood up from the couch, speaking into the receiver, "Hold on, Dai-chan. There's someone at the door." She held the phone away from her face and placed a hand over the receiver.
She opened the door casually, expecting to see Kise beaming at her, Kuroko standing there, or even Murasakibara, holding another tray of cakes. However, when she opened the door, she was greeted by an extremely familiar face; one she thought about and dreamed of nearly every night.
The girl silently looked down at her phone, then at the phone in her visitor's hand. "Dai-chan…" She whispered, realizing that she had gone breathless. He smirked.
Before she could stop herself, she had launched herself into his arms. He reacted quickly, wrapping his arms tightly around her small body. The fact that she wasn't crying astonished her. She had always imagined their reunion to be sappy and completely over exaggerated. Instead, Momoi was beaming up at him, so much that it made her cheeks ache.
"You were watching this again?" Aomine asked as he strolled into the living room, eyeing the TV with some form of arrogance. She nodded, still smiling because she was glad Aomine was physically with her again.
"I thought you'd still be in America," Momoi pointed out, crossing her arms. He shrugged, before scratching the back of his head. She looked at him knowingly, because those were the actions he would use before saying something slightly embarrassing.
"After the game, I just really wanted to see you," Aomine muttered, avoiding eye contact as he walked over to her couch. Meanwhile, the pink-haired girl was still standing there, nervously twiddling her thumbs.
"Dai-chan…what you said there…um…" Momoi started, gazing at the TV screen which was still displaying the aftermath of the team's victory. He plopped down on her couch, and she followed suit, still awaiting his answer.
"I meant what I said," the basketball ace told her, sounding unusually serious. When she only continued to stare at him, he uncomfortably cleared his throat and elaborated. "I mean, I was pretty high off adrenalin at the time. But I meant every word I said."
Before she could speak, he had his arms wrapped around her once more. His face was buried in the small, warm crook of her neck, inhaling the vanilla scented body wash she had used just that morning.
The TV continued spewing cheers and scenes of confetti. Besides that, there was only the sound of their soft, even breathing, and the ticking clock. Momoi was positive that she heard Aomine mutter her name a few times as he hugged her tighter.
She tried to imagine him in America, lying down in a hotel bed, thinking about her. Maybe he had even scrolled through the pictures of her he had saved onto his phone. Maybe he even dreamed sweet dreams about her, and muttered her name in his sleep. Somehow, she couldn't really picture it. But at that moment, she knew that he had missed her as much as she had missed him, perhaps even more. She practically could feel his longing in the hold.
"Can we stay like this for a while?" He questioned, slightly catching her off guard. Momoi slowly smiled against his comforting chest as she entirely abandoned herself to him.
"Alright."
A/N: Another sappy fic, which means the next one will probably have some more angst in it, hahaha. I'm so sad that the Kurobas anime ended. But did any of you download the OSTs? I know I did, lol. Just listening to them brings back fond Kurobas memories. Also, last week, I finally caught up with the manga!
And just putting this out there, I do read every single review and I do take into account all the requests and prompts. I probably can't reply or fulfill all of them, but I do consider them. Just don't be surprised if you see a prompt you requested being posted like, two whole months from now lol. I work at the pace of a snail. But for now, I'm working on prewriting more Aomomo drafts, and also an M rated Aomomo fic, which (surprisingly) a lot of people requested via PM.
Thank you for reading! See you next week!