Kiseki no Love | Kuroko no Basuke One-Shots

1. Aomine Daiki: Shoe Shopping

1.  Aomine Daiki: Shoe Shopping

        You pushed open the door, a small bell letting out a soprano chime. The smell of rubber and leather met your nose as you stepped inside, a tall dark-skinned man following you. He let out a yawn, stretching his arms over his head and lazily looking around with dark blue eyes. You headed over to the towering aisle and he threw himself onto a couch. He shifted the pillows around and watched your smaller form shuffle through cardboard boxes.

        “What about these ones?” You asked, picking up a red pair of Nikes. You turned to the dark-haired bluenette, easily picturing him wearing them in your head. “They’re cool.”

          Aomine spared one glance at the shoes before shutting his eyelids again. He leaned back on the couch, his sprawled out form blocking anyone else from sitting down. “No," he said. “I don’t like red.”

          You pursed your lips into a tight line and placed them back on the shelf. Scanning the aisle, you grabbed the same style of Nikes but in yellow and weighed them in your hands. It amazed you sometimes how big the basketball player was. Something else that amazed you was how your best friend, Momoi, put up with him every day. The only reason you went with the dark-skinned beast was because she had a last minute appointment and wanted you to go in her place. Despite all of your protesting, you somehow ended up going.

          It’s not like you don’t like Aomine. You actually sort of had a huge crush on the basketball player. But he always pushed your really short patience. Now wasn’t an exception, as he lay on the couch dozing off and you looked for his shoes yourself. It was hard enough finding a shop that sold monster-sized shoes, and now he wasn’t even helping you.

          “What about these?” You asked, holding up the yellow Nikes. “They’re like the red but they’re yellow.”

          “No, I don’t like that style.” Aomine replied, not even bothering to look.

          “Fine then,” you hissed. You narrowed your eyes and roughly shoved the sneakers back in place and grabbed laidback-looking green Adidas shoes. “What about these?”

          You were met with, “No,”

          “You didn’t even look!” You huffed, finally snapping. “Why am I looking for your shoes while you’re doing nothing? You need to get off your butt and help me!”

          Aomine let out a groan and sat up. “This is why I go shoe shopping with Momoi. She never complains this much.”

          You were insulted by that remark, turning away from him. It wasn’t easy being close friends with the drop-dead gorgeous pink-haired girl. You were always hearing people comparing her to you – personality, grades, athletics, looks. Most of the time you can brush it off, but hearing Aomine say it stuck a bitter cord within you. Hot tears pricked your eyes and you quickly wiped them away, darting back into the aisle.

          You should’ve known better, you thought as you fought back the waterfall wanting to pour from your face. There’s no way he would pick me over Momoi. Heck, there’s no way he would like me period.

            Tears began to fall again and you threw the sneakers into the box, not bothering to wipe them away. You gritted your teeth and began to carelessly toss different styles aside to take out your frustration. It was so hard to bite back your sobs and you wouldn’t dare let Aomine hear you sniffle. You squeezed your eyelids together and buried your face in your hands, willing the tears away.