Scared by Aomine, pampered by Kise, bruised by Murasakibara, belittled by Midorima, isolated by Kuroko, and cut to the bone by Akashi. Was there anything that the realms of love didn't extend to? You were chased by not one but six boys besotted with you, and soon you were worried that these slices of insanity would overlap and all hell would break loose.
You were walking down the hallway to your next class, praying to every deity ever worshipped in existence that you would not have to confront any of the troublesome boys from the generation of miracles. However, destiny seemed to laugh in your face and your shoulder so happened to be gripped by none other than the taped fingertips of Midorima Shintaro.
Shivering from shock, you slowly turned around, "Yes, Midorima?"
"Idiot." He said and flicked you so hard in the forehead that you could still feel the fingernail a minute after he had placed it on your forehead. "I told you to call me by my first name. Or are you so thick that I need to hurt you to get it in your mind?"
Suddenly a burly arm slung around your shoulder, "What's this about hurting Y/N-chan? Get your hands off her, Midorima. She's mine." A deep voice growled, you turned around and saw Aomine, his neck pressed to the back of your head, his chin resting on top of you.
Midorima scoffed deeply, "Of all the people you could betray me with, Y/N. You had to pick a piece of shit like Ahomine?"
"Oi! Back off! She's my girl!" Aomine said.
"I didn't betray you." You said quietly, but in this tangled mess of a situation, you doubted Midorima would listen to you.
"I believe you." Midorima said, "Come forward and kiss me as proof."
Before you could even think about what you wanted to do in this situation, Aomine turned the tight grip into a headlock, if you tried to move your neck forward, you would be strangled by his muscly inner elbow; and at that moment, a soft, deathly quiet voice interrupted the moment.
"Y/N-San?" You looked in the corner of your eye and saw Kuroko, in a state you had never seen him in before, seething with fury, his fists clenched. "What are you doing to Y/N?"
Suddenly, you lost sight of him, and he reappeared by your side, stroking your chin. "What did they do to you? It's all right, you can tell me."
"What are you doing to Y/Ncchi?" Kise asked and raced up to you. Midorima suddenly lifted up your feet so you were being held in suspension midair. People walked by looking deeply confused. Kise hugged you and clung to your legs. Aomine's arm was too tightly wrapped around your throat for you to speak and a deep feeling of dread settled in your stomach as your worlds were colliding.
"Y/N-chin?" A confused voice said and you looked up, only to see a purple haired giant crush his bag of chips in his hands to powder in fury as he wrapped his arms around your torso, "Why are you with the others? I thought you were my snack buddy? Not theirs?" They all started bickering about who you belonged to and just when you thought it couldn't get any worse...
"I see you are quite comfortable with other men, Y/N." A cold voice said drily, you felt and then locked eyes with the burning hot gaze of Akashi Seijuro. "I have no choice but to order you then. Choose one of us."
Aomine loosened his grip on your neck and every boy looked at you expectantly.
"Choose me, Y/Ncchi!"
"Please pick me, Y/N-san."
"Tch, you'll pick me, obviously of course."
"C'mon babe, pick me."
"Choose me, Y/N-Chin."
"The choice is obvious, Y/N. Pick me."
