DIM || aomine daiki

24 - birthday boy

august 31

cindy tremaine
hey ace

don't answer
hey bb

cindy tremaine
stfu
i just came to wish u a happy bday
know that i seriously regret it

don't answer
wow
i take it ur stalking efforts worked
or are u that in love with me that u guessed my birth date out of pure instinct

cindy tremaine
just say thank u like a normal person

don't answer
thanks ig

cindy tremaine
u are very welcome birthday boy

aomine's pov

"HEY, THIS WOULD BE LOVELY FOR YOUR SURPRISE PARTY TODAY, AOMINE." Murasakibara offered, throwing a bag of salt and vinegar chips at my face like the gigantic fucking idiot he is.

In some way, I oughta thank the big guy for spilling the beans, or else I would have had to deal with the regular pricks doing the 'surprise, we're trashing your place!' jig I was so unbearably accustomed to. "Damnit, Atsushi! I warned you on the way here not to pull this shit, dumbass!" Kise grumbled annoyedly, being the prick I was referring to. "Don't listen to him. He's lying, Aomine. The jelly sticks are getting to his brain." He lied, gesturing to the half eaten jelly stick in the dunce's mouth.

Why can't this dolt realize that he basically just admitted it himself? "Kise, what did I tell you about hosting a party for me? Have some common decency and save up for my funeral after I slit my throat in that dead party you'll probably fuck up." I blamed him entirely, giving kudos to the large man who couldn't give two shits about this whole thing, which is why I respected him. "Seriously, man, it's just another day. It's no big deal. Don't make a fuss about it."

In an attempt to suck up to me, Kise followed me all the way over to the cashier counter, scratching the floor with that wrecked up shopping cart in tow with him. "No big deal? Don't make a fuss about it? Jesus, Aomine, it's your 18th birthday. You should be jumping up and down in joy." He said, knowing he's the only guy in the world who'd jump when he turns 18. "Come on. You're finally an adult! You should be happy. Not wallowing in your own self pity."

But I was wallowing in my own self pity. Aside from the begrudged message she sent me, Cinderella hadn't spoken to me once since we'd last kissed. I mean, god you'd think I kissed her to admit my feelings—which I very much do have—when I only did it to save face. Was she that affected by it? Who am I kidding? Of course she was. But, why? And even worse, what if she wasn't affected by it and was just indifferent about it all? Fuck, if that, I would actually kill myself and hold Kise to the promise of slitting my throat.

That Wakamatsu prick better be ready for me to pounce on his ass as soon as I'm done with this stupid ass birthday party.

"Oh, yeah. Can't wait to pay taxes and rent and be miserable for the rest of my life. Golly jee, I'm shitting from excitement." I said sarcastically, not even bothering to feign a tone. To be honest, I didn't even bother to turn towards him. I just paid the cashier and moved for the door, but dumb and dumber continued to follow after me. "The only thing good coming out of this is that I'll get my license, which is fucking sick."

With that, Murasakibara pointed at me excitedly—well, half excited (that motherfucker rarely shows any emotions towards things that are alive)—as if he finally found my purpose as 'his friend'. "How 'bout you come pick me up from Akita sometime and we can go on a food run or something?" He suggested.