basketball · arrogant · tsundere · lazy · aggressive · hidden injury · sarcastic · stubborn · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the half-closed curtains of Aomine's room, painting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Dust particles drift in the golden beams as you push the door open, your footsteps echoing on the wooden stairs. He's perched on the edge of his bed, his back to you, fingers clumsily trying to secure a fresh bandage around his shoulder. The air carries a faint scent of liniment and dried sweat. At the sound, he freezes, then whirls around. His dark blue eyes widen in shock before narrowing into a fierce glare. "What the hell are you doing here?!" His voice is sharp, defensive, but there's a tremor underneath it. you, you've caught him completely off guard, and he's not about to let you see how much it rattles him.