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Of all things he is, Aomine is not the type to be jealous.
Yes, he is a jerk, and can be unbearably cruel and uncaring,
and horribly immature, but jealous? The word was not even in his vocabulary.
He denies the emotion completely along with the strange feeling
that takes over him whenever he sees Kise fawn over Kuroko
in that blatant way of his. Aomine watches with a small twitch in his eye
as the blonde practically lunges for the stoic boy, who is pulled into Kise's embrace,
scolding the boy with complaint about the lack of air from being held so tight
and firmly, his voice as monotone as ever.
Aomine isn't sure what this feeling is,
but it makes him want to break them apart
and do what he did to Kuroko to Kise instead, but he knows he can't.
Aomine tries to shake it off, though.
He doesn't want to be jealous—He doesn't want to admit he's jealous.
He tells Momoi about this, and she giggles, knowingly, girlish.
"Dai-chan's jealous.~" She would tease while he shakes his head 'no'.
It's the little touches and displays of affection that go on between Kise and Kuroko,
who tries to shrug the blonde off but to no avail, that grinds Aomine's gears so hard,
that he finds himself stepping in and walking between them whenever
they are together. Aomine is like a barrier between the two, and he feels a little better.
In fact, Aomine finds himself doing all of that himself.
Lazily draping an arm around Kuroko in a friendly manner,
they walk home from school together. Kuroko can see the faintest surprised
and almost hurt expression on Kise's handsome features
through the corner of his eye, but stays silent.
From that day on, Aomine finds himself constantly pulling Kuroko away
whenever he see's him alone with Kise. Sometimes verbally—like calling him over
—and sometimes physically—like walking over, and steering him away with
a hand wrapped firmly around his writhe little wrist.
No longer is Kise able to hug him, or hold his hand, or link arms with him.
Sometimes Aomine does this in an attempt to make Kise jealous.
If anything, Kise seems to have lost the will to even try to fight for
Kuroko's attention as Aomine's taken it all for himself now.
"That'll show him." He thinks to himself as he walks away with his hand on
Kuroko's wrist, leaving Kise by himself by their lockers at school.
Rain is pouring outside, and boys and girls rush to get their umbrellas out as they leave in pairs of two, the dismissal bell ringing loudly throughout the premises.
Kise tilts his head, his golden locks falling just a little to the side,
and sighs as he closes his open locker door.
He see's Kuroko hold his umbrella a little higher than normal to accommodate Aomine,
who walks beside him with a slight slouch, the difference in their heights noticeable and significant. The two disappear, and Kise leaves the school by himself.
There is a noticeable fall in his mood. His frown is deep and blatant, and he keeps his head hung low as he clutches the dark, plastic handle of his umbrella. The sound of run hitting the pavement is calming, and surprisingly fitting to the discourage feeling that tugs at his heart.
It's been a month or two since he's noticed Aomine getting a little… touchier and smidgen more protective over Kuroko when they were together. Though he hadn't minded initially, he's found a jealous little seed sprout inside of him, Aomine's undivided attention, surprising affection, and time alone with Kuroko the water and sun that helps his envy flourish over this period of time.
Kise tries to shake it off, though.
He doesn't want to be jealous—He doesn't want to admit he's jealous.
But, despite this, Kise's natural, positive disposition refuses to accept defeat. He can't possibly call it quits yet. So Aomine's starting to notice Kuroko a little more than he did before—Kise could handle that, he has handled that.
"There was nothing the Kise Ryouta can't handle!" He says to himself, motivated and energized. His chest puffs out confidently, and he continues homes in the pouring rain with his bag slung over his shoulder. This sudden burst of confidence deflates, however, as he turns the corner and sees Aomine and Kuroko down the street.
He see's them stopped, with Aomine bent forwards to meet Kuroko, who stood on his tippy-toes, his head tilted upwards, faces hidden behind the dark umbrella. It doesn't take an idiot to know what's going on on the other side. He knows.
Kise grits his teeth, his grip on his umbrella's hand tightens, and he walks away wordlessly.
Of all things he is, Kise is not the type to be jealous.
Yes, he is a little full of himself, and childish and a quitter,
and feeling a little hurt as he turns around to walk the opposite direction, but jealous?
The word was not even in his vocabulary.
Kuroko, on the other hand, is rather thankful.
Good thing he has Aomine around.
He wasn't sure how long his eye would have been able to withstand the irritation
from the little eyelash if Aomine hadn't blown it out for him on their way home.
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Åh pojkar, ni e så dumma TwwwT <3
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