On a plush, king-sized bed, a certain navy-haired alpha lay motionless.
Aomine Daiki's life as any other rich hier to one of the biggest companies in Japan had been meticulously mapped out even before his birth or precisely before he was even conceived, Fate had been predetermined, and his identity shaped by the design of his lineage
He was born with a purpose, a pawn in a strategic game of power and wealth. It was evident that all he had to do was exist, be docile, and comply with what his parents had meticulously planned for him: marry another affluent child, merge the businesses, and eventually take over the company.
In this context, Satsuki appeared like a scripted character. She was carefully selected to be his partner, the female alpha destined to participate in their arranged union. Their connection was not based on affection or love but on familial expectations and the shared responsibility .
On the surface, it was the perfect life that anyone might envy – a life of opulence and comfort without significant hardships. Mr. Aomine firmly believed that his child should be content and appreciative of the life laid out for them.
However, Aomine harbored a deep sense of resentment towards it all. He felt as if he were nothing more than a puppet, devoid of any true agency. The choices he believed he had were mere illusions, and he cursed this predetermined path with every fiber of his being.
In the midst of this controlled world, he despites so much , there was one figure who stood out his young supposed to be butler, his first friend who appeared unexpectedly and intentionally just for the little Aomine to behave , despite the apparent mismatch and the contrasting personalities, found himself reluctantly complying with the guidance of his supposed butler.
The blonde often got on Aomine's nerves, creating moments of frustration and tension between them.
In the depths of Aomine's memories, there was a vivid scene from their childhood. He recalled a day when he and Kise, much younger and full of energy, stood on a basketball court, their faces flushed.
"One more time!" Kise had exclaimed, his competitive spirit burning brightly. He couldn't resist a challenge, especially from the navy blue haired make.
Aomine had rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "Fine, fine! But don't cry when you lose."
That day, under the scorching sun, they had pushed each other to the limits. Sweat glistened on their brows as they engaged in a fierce competition, neither willing to back down. Every moment was a battle, but it was in these contests that their friendship was forged . Aomine cherished these memories, for they represented a time when life was simpler .
Over time, he couldn't help but feel drawn to the blonde soon to be butler, Kise Ryouta. And he showed his intention before they both presented.
He shook his head, attempting to keep his mind in the present and push back memories best forgotten , a past he had no control over .It was said that the worst nightmares often intertwined with the sweetest memories, leaving one to ruminate on happiness that was no longer within reach.
Aimine rose from his bed and headed towards the garden , away from presence of the maids who had been scurrying around nervously due to his outbursts,His father, had he been present, would have certainly been furious with his son's tantrums . Since an alpha should always be in control of his emotions
With his head resting on the cool wooden branch and his gaze fixed on the sky, he found sleep elusive. What he had witnessed hours ago still haunted his thoughts.
The more he thought about it, the more Aomine's frustration grew. The memory of Kise's omega scent entangled with Akashi's alpha scent felt like a relentless assault on his senses, making him sick to his stomach. And that infuriating image of Akashi's hand on Kise's waist, with that amused grin creeping over his face, only added to Aomine's fury . Aomine clenched his fists. He couldn't stand the thought of Kise belonging to someone else, especially not Akashi, the one person who seemed to know exactly how to push his buttons. The idea of them together haunted his thoughts, making it impossible to find any peace. He felt like a prisoner in his own life, forced to watch from the sidelines as the one he desired slipped further away.
Aomine watched the couple with blank, unseeing eyes, his mind clouded , Kuroko stared at him, his expression questioning, though Aomine didn't need to look down to see the omega confusions.
Aomine had never talked to Kuroko about Kise before, keeping his feelings and thoughts about the blonde omega locked away.
And Kuroko , poor Kuroko whom Aomine used to rile up the blonde omega, knowing fully that it would stir up jealousy in Kise every time they interacted . He found satisfaction in Kise's concealed emotions, the scent of bitterness that the blonde tried so hard to mask but sometimes slip out involuntary , and the intense glares that Kise directed his way when he believed no one was watching.
Aomine strangely enjoyed the shattered look that overcame Kise when he was with someone else , that bitter edge to his scent, 'yeah you can say you don't like me Kise, but your scent can't lie huh !' This wad his plan , he hoped that if Kise was pushed far enough, he would finally confront his feelings and put an end to this complicated dance they were both a part of.
Kise didn't need to know Aomine's true intentions. He didn't share his thoughts and feelings with anyone, not even Momoi, but it seemed that the plan had backfired.
"Let's go, Kuroko, I'm not feeling well," Aomine said not even expecting a response from the blue haired omega near him .
The small omega didn't respond. Aomine simply swam through the crowds of people and left Kuroko and his family wondering about what had just happened.
' Kise, that's unfair. It feels like cheating.'
He felt like he was punishing himself, dwelling on the pain and betrayal, and suspicions that had lingered for far too long.
Maybe he should just start walking, Aomine thought as he wandered through the dimly lit garden. His headache was slowly growing worse, and he needed to clear his mind. He approached their usual spot, a quiet and secluded corner under the moonlight. But to his surprise, he spotted the blonde, Kise, standing there, right where they usually sat, bathed in the soft glow of the moon.
Aomine couldn't believe his eyes. It was unusual to find anyone here at this hour , let alone Kise .The sight of his golden hair almost shining under the moon, sent a jolt of mixed emotions through Aomine's heart.
How cruel , How heartless it was, how merciless it felt, he couldn't stand it.
He gritted his teeth until he tasted the metallic tang of blood.
Aomine's voice trembled with a mixture of frustration and longing as he finally spoke, unable to contain his feelings any longer. "Is that what you wanted, Kise?"
He had let his guard down, and his question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions.
Kise turned to face Aomine, his expression of surprise then turned unreadable in the dim moonlight. For a moment, silence stretched between them, like the calm before a storm. Then, he finally spoke, his voice soft, "Is there something you'd like to say, Master?"'
Aomine clenched his fists, his heart aching with conflicting emotions. "You left me," his voice trembled with pain as he continued " to choose him."He took a step closer to the blonde his scent so heavy it was suffocating.
"M-,master , I don't know what you're talking about," Kise said, his voice unsteady as he backed away. The commending scent was telling him to run away .
"You are an ugly liar ." Aomine, frustrated and hurt, turned away from Kise. He didn't even have to look up to know that he had hurt the omega with his accusations. But in that moment, he couldn't help but feel like he had been hurt first, and that pain had festered within him for too long.
As Aomine gazed upon Kise's flushed and troubled visage, hands quivering in the moment, a profound swell of tenderness welled up within him.He could see the vulnerability and fear in Kise's eyes,a sensation that tugged at the strings of his heart. A part of him had wanted to harbor resentment, at least he had attempted to do so.
The blonde shivered, and Aomine took off his jacket , but the blonde adamantly declined. "Oh, stop being such a brat and just take it," Aomine chided as he draped his jacket over the omega's shoulders. He kept his face concealed in the shadows, attempting to hide the blush that had painted his cheeks .
Finally, Aomine reluctantly tore his intense, almost predatory gaze away from Kise, his eyes filled with emotions he struggled to put into words. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken sentiments left again unsaid .
With a heavy sigh, Aomine turned away from Kise, his broad shoulders slumping as he did. He took slow, deliberate steps, each one echoing in the quiet darkness that surrounded them. The night seemed to embrace him, and his silhouette gradually merged with the shadows as he made his way back towards the house.
Before disappearing completely from Kise's view, Aomine couldn't help but voice his concern, not just out of politeness but out of genuine care. "You shouldn't stay out here for too long," he called over his shoulder, his voice a mixture of warmth and worry, "or you'll catch a cold."
Damn ! He really couldn't he be angry at him for so long .
"Dai-chan, you must understand, Ki-chan..." The words from Satsuki's bittersweet conversation echoed in his mind, a painful reminder of a time when he and the pink haired alpha were still on speaking terms."I know that you might never love anyone else aside from Ki-chan."
Aomine clenched his fists in frustration. "Shut up ! What is there to understand about this traitor?" he retorted, his anger evident.
"Dai-chan, please!" Satsuki's voice carried a warning tone."Kise's family has served Aomine's family for generations," she explained patiently. "Do you think Aomine's family won't have a problem with that? Do you think Kise's family is okay with it?"
"I didn't think about that!" Aomine confessed , looking away.
"Conflicts may happen, Dai-chan," Satsuki continued, her voice tinged with worry. "You know how prideful your father is, and how seriously Kise's mother takes her responsibilities."
Aomine's throat tightened as he absorbed the implications of their situation.
"Things can happen, Aomine," Satsuki cautioned further. "The Kise's can be fired and left on the street just the ease the public opinion, or worse, Kise's family can disown him. And you know what happens to disowned omegas."
The navy blue-haired alpha gulped , still refusing to speak .
"You don't really have much to lose," Satsuki remarked, her words hitting him like a cold truth. "All you'll get is a slap on the hand, maybe a brief confinement."
"But one mistake, and Kise will lose everything."The weight of those words settled heavily on Aomine's heart. Stubborn as he was, Satsuki's assessment held undeniable truth. It was the cruel irony of their proximity and distance that tormented him.
As the days passed, Aomine found himself retreating into a self-imposed isolation. He struggled to come to terms with the conflicting emotions within him.
The household began to worry about the young master as he withdrew further into himself. He barely spoke, even as summer break stretched on. Aomine rarely left his chamber, wrestling with the turmoil in his mind.
Then, a message from a certain blue-haired boy broke through the silence. "We should meet, Aomine-Kun."