Hey.

So, new story and whatever. Excessive use of swear words, bold and italic within, sorry if that bothers you.
Thanks for coming to read, I hope you enjoy it I guess.

Sloth

Aomine Daiki lived with very few philosophies in life.

Only he could beat himself and never move if it's not necessary.

The main reason he believed in these philosophies were simple.

Everything was too damn hard, too damn long and happened too fucking often for his liking.

Like today for example, it was so deliriously sunny, so disgustingly sunny. It was hot and made his body sweat, even with his movements kept to a minimum. The day was dragging on forever, killing him with its boredom. Below him, he could still just make out the tell-tale squeaks of basketball practice.

He hated it. Hated moving, feeling, breathing with these idiots. These unworthy idiots, they were weak, untalented, useless and loud. Too fucking loud, what a shitty hassle they were, he thinks nearly sighing.

All the fucking time, with the screaming, the shouts and apologies, the fucking pathetic squeaks of the basketball. They made it sound so sickening. Damn he hates it. It's worse though, so much fucking worse because they think they have a right, any right whatsoever over him. Entitled to his talent, his effort because he joined their shitty ass group. Well, he did not sign up for this bullshit.

There was only one reason he joined this damned school, basketball. All he'd ever wanted and all he'd ever need. The thought of a game nearly made him smile, but he can't be bothered putting in the effort to smile for this inevitable bullshit.

How he wishes someone, anyone could be of a challenge. Could fight him and make him move, make him live and breathe again.

But as quick as the thought had come, it vanishes and he stares up at the sky. The fucking blue sky, with it's cheery disposition and he feels so irrevocably tired.

His muscles are heavy, weary almost.

But he doesn't move, he barely even sighs when Satsuki comes up with her loud friggin' steps. Does nothing when her eyes pierce him.

Why even bother?

Satsuki leaves in a huff and he looks where she stood and thinks maybe he could move. Could reach her, hold her, laugh with her. His hand lifts, reaching for something unseen and then he huffs, letting his hand just fall.

He can't even be bothered to cheer her up.

Everything is just too damned hard, too damned long and happened too fucking often for him to even care anymore.