You sat curled up in a ball at the corner of the infirmary. Your face probably looked terrible. After Haizaki had left, you had collapsed and remained unable to move, petrified with fear. Another sob racks your small frame as you recall what he had done, and you bury your face in your arms.

What had you done to deserve this? You might have liked him at one point, but all of that was in the past. He had never paid you any attention in the first place, so why did he do it now? A shiver runs down your spine when you remember the predatory glint in his eyes as he left the infirmary.

You felt scared beyond your imagination.

You grabbed onto the nearest chair, before pulling yourself up slowly, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. Your thoughts flashed to Aomine. Perhaps seeing him would quell your fears.

With that small hope in your mind, you staggered out of the door and towards the school gym.

x x x

Two quarters of the game had passed, and Touou was leading 66-19. It was almost ridiculous how many points Aomine scored, making one basket after the next. Three minutes into the third quarter, and Haizaki's irritation had climbed to the top.

"Hey, Daiki. Thinking about it, it's been quite a while since I played you, eh?" The silver-haired boy grinned, his eyes narrowing maliciously. "How have you been getting along with your little girlfriend?"

The tanned ace glared daggers at Haizaki. "Shut the hell up. And I don't have a girlfriend, for your information."

Haizaki stared, momentarily forgetting about his frustration.

"Don't have a girlfriend? Weren't you dating (First Name)?"

Aomine snorted.

"What gives you that impression, you asshole? She let you kiss her, and you still think that we're dating?"

Haizaki stood, stunned for a second, before a smirk works its way onto his face.

"You've got to be kidding me. After I saw her running out of the hospital crying on that day, I would have thought there was a development. But what's this? An unrequited love?" Haizaki chuckled. "This is hilarious."

Aomine didn't move, his hands clenching into fists.

"How 'bout you do me a favor and just shut the hell up?"

Haizaki grabbed the back of Aomine's shirt, tugging on it. The rest of the game had paused, observing the interaction between the two.

"Oh my, you still have this scar. I'm surprised you don't hate her for it." The silver haired man sneered.

"H-Haizaki-san..." Momoi stepped onto the court, her eyebrows creasing slightly. "I really think that you shouldn't..."

"Shut up, Satsuki." Haizaki shot her a glare, before turning back to Aomine, an amused smirk appearing on his face.

"That scar doesn't have anything to do with this. I got that in a train accident, that's all. How the hell do you know about it in the first place?"

"Oh, I know everything. My parents have quite a high status in the (Last Name) Hospital, after all. But a train accident? You don't recall anything...anyone else, for instance?"

Aomine whirled around, effectively getting Haizaki's hands off of his shirt.

"What the hell is your problem, you bastard?" He growled. Haizaki whistled.

"Getting quite agitated here, are we. You honestly don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

At that moment, the door to the gym creaked open, and you stepped inside, panting lightly. Your eyes widened at the sight before you.

"Aw, Daiki, it's such a shame. (Last Name) (First Name) happens to be the very reason for that scar on your back."

The door slammed shut.

There was a silence in the gym, and everyone turned and stared at you. Your mouth opens and closes in shock as you process what Haizaki had said.

No.

No.

He did not just say that.

He promised. He swore not to tell.

But you should have known that Haizaki's promises were always empty ones.

You felt your knees starting to go weak, and your hands balled up into fists.

"Y-You..."

A small, trembling voice broke the silence.

"Shougo, you bastard!"

You flew at the basketball player, knocking him over in his surprise. You punched his chest repeatedly.

"You promised you wouldn't say anything! You told me that you wouldn't! You absolute jerk! Die! Now everything is..." The rest of your sentences broke off into quiet sobs, and you scrubbed at your eyes with the back of your sleeve.

"(L-Last Name)-chan..."

"Shut the hell up, teach'. You know that you can't hurt me with those weak little arms anyways. Although, I admit, having you on top of me is quite enticing..." The silver haired basketball player grins maliciously, seemingly delighted at your tears.

"Y-you..." Momoi began, stepping towards you and Haizaki.

A sudden arm wrapped around your slim wrist, pulling you back into a strong, muscular chest. Aomine kicked Haizaki's stomach, his eyes narrowed with anger. He didn't do it particularly hard, but from Haizaki's reaction, it must have still hurt.

"Who do you think you are, to tell me that?" The blue haired ace growled, anger flashing in his eyes. "I was waiting for (Last Name) to tell me, yet you dare butt in."

"H-huh...?" Haizaki looked at Aomine, confusion etched into his face. Aomine glared.

"That's business between (Last Name) and me. You don't have any right to interfere."

With those words, Aomine pulled you through the gym door and outside.

The coach stared at the court.

Momoi smiled.

"Shall we resume the match, perhaps?"

You rubbed at your eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling. Aomine brought you to a bench near the back of the school, before sitting down. He sighs.

"Agh. My acting failed, I suppose."

You look at him, still crying, confused. Aomine smirked at your expression.

"That stuff, about the train accident? I knew about it a long time ago."

Your jaw dropped, and you stared at him.

"W-what do you-"

"I bumped into an old lady at the train station not too long after my injury healed. She had asked me where '(Last Name)' was."

"H-huh...?"

"Well, of course, I had no idea who you were, but the old lady told me that she had seen the accident happen. Apparently, I pushed you out of the train's way when you ran stupidly across the tracks and got hit myself. Naturally, I couldn't recall who the hell you were until you explained our whole relationship...but well... Let's just say that my amnesia has been cured for a while now?"

"Y-y-you...!"

Upon realization, your face flushed in anger and embarrassment, and more tears fell from your eyes.

"A-Aomine...you idiot...!"

"H-hey, stop crying, would you? Aren't you supposed to be happy?"

"I'm not happy at all!" You sobbed. "Aomine, you liar! Idiot! And here I was, worrying about the accident the entire time, thinking I had no right to date you because of that, passing out every day because of you! You jerk!"

Aomine grins, before pulling you into his arms.

"No right to date me, huh... I take it that you like me back, then?"

You sniff.

"Who knows...?"

Aomine sighed.

"And here I was, thinking that I wouldn't have a chance... You really lead people on well, you know?"

You smile ever so slightly, your eyes watering.

"I hate you, you smooth bastard."

He chuckles.

"Love you too."

"I...like you..."

A 13 year-old Aomine stared down at the trembling (Hair Colored) girl that was looking down at the floor.

"E-Excuse me...?" He stammered, clearly surprised at the sudden confession. "Sorry but what was your name again...?"

The girl looked up at him, hurt by the obvious rejection. "W-well...if you don't remember me then...never mind. I'm going now."

Aomine watched as the young girl ran across the platform, her long hair flowing out behind her like a curtain. Then suddenly, a train sped by.

"Watch out-" The girl is suddenly jerked back, tumbling into a pair of arms, which encircle her waist.

There was no accident.

x x x

When you wake up, you find yourself lying next to Aomine, who was slumbering peacefully. After yesterday's events, the two of you had started dating.

Dating. The word sounded to unfamiliar to you. But it made you happy nonetheless. You grin, running your hands through Aomine's short blue hair, sighing contently.

"Nnn..." The blue haired ace mumbled, his eyes opening a bit. He grins lazily up at you.

"You look quite sexy with a bedhead, (First Name)-chan..."

You flush lightly.

"Don't call me that. It's creepy..."

Aomine smirks and pulls you closer to his chest, and sighs, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

"A-Aomine...! We should get up now..."

Aomine grumbled.

"It's Daiki, remember?"

"D-Daiki! We really should get up! We're in Momoi's house, remember?"

Aomine groaned.

"Urgh, I don't want to. We still have to decide what to do about your parents, and all of that other shit... It's such a pain. I'm gonna sleep."

You hit him lightly.

"Daiki, seriously! We need to go downstairs!"

Another groan escaped the tanned ace's lips.

"Damn, you can be so noisy sometimes. It's annoying. Why aren't you more quiet."

You scowl at his words.

"That's mean, Aomine! I finally got my voice back, and all you do it complain about it!"

You feel Aomine grin against your hair.

"Just kidding. I love your voice more than anything, (First Name)."

You flush, and bury your face deeper into his chest.

"F-fine. Just five more minutes, got it?"

Aomine wraps his arms around your waist.

"Love you."

"...Love you too."

Extra

"Hey, Aomine..."

"Daiki."

"F-fine...Daiki...?"

"Hm?"

"Why did you ask 'who are you?' when we met at the train station...?"

A blush.

"W-well...You were dressed up that day, right? I was taken aback. It was just a joke...I didn't think it would lead to all of this..."

A silence.

"So, are you saying I looked pretty to the point where you were so speechless you had to cover it up with a joke?"

"..."

A laugh.

"Are you blushing, A-ho-mi-ne?"

"...Shut up."

Fin~