But I couldn't give an answer yet. I just couldn't. It wasn't that I had had a boyfriend and he had cheated on me... It was just that I didn't want to give up my current lifestyle. No commitments. That was my policy. Maybe it just hurt too much to lose someone and that was the reason. I had lost my mother a few years back, maybe that was why? Or was it because I was afraid he would get tired of me soon and find someone else? I had seen Kise-kun do that to a lot of girls. 

I didn't want to say yes.

But I also wanted to say yes.

I had just shut up and let him walk me back home, in utter silence. After that began the incessant google searches, my search history now shows stuff like 'commitment phobia', 'losing someone', 'why do I like him?', 'Do I like him?', 'What should I do if I like him?', 'Why do I not want to get into a relationship?', 'Why do I want to but also not want to get into a relationship?' and so on. I suppose I took the words 'when in doubt, go to google' too seriously. 

Unfortunately, I had not gotten any good advice from the gazillion websites I'd been through. What's more, they confused me further. I called my manager, Izumi-chan, up. 

"Hey! [Name], what's up?" "Oh nothing. I just needed to ask something." "Go on." "Do you know a good psychiatrist?" "Huh!? [Name], what's wrong?" "I think I might be mentally ill. Oh my God! What if I'm losing my sanity!?" I screeched over the phone. 

"Shut up." Came Izumi-chan's expressionless voice, "Tell me everything." And so I did. From the beginning to the end, cursing the shit out of Kise-kun for introducing me to that baka. When I was done, I took a deep breath, "Stupid Kise-kun." I muttered under my breath, replaying the countless time Kasamatsu-senpai had kicked the clingy male. 

"I know exactly what you need to do." Izumi-chan's voice snapped me out my blissful Kise-kun bashing. I blanked my mind, ready to do anything to get all this worry and confusion out of my mind. "Go on." I said in a low voice, the suspense making me get goosebumps. 

"SHOPPING!" She screamed. 

I closed my eyes...

And ended the call without saying anything. I should have know that she would suggest shopping, she was a shop-a-holic. If anyone had a mental illness, it would be her, not me. It was surprising how all the shopping she did hadn't wiped her fortune out already.  

Deciding to take a walk, I put on shorts and a shirt, stretching as I headed out. I contemplated where to go, Kaijo wouldn't be a good idea because I was pretty sure I would do a Kasamatsu on Kise-kun if I did go there. And surprisingly, the mental sparring that was going on between the go-out-with-Aomine-kun side and the no-commitments side of me had driven me out of my 'let's-dance!' mood. Sighing, I began jogging a well-trodden path. The path to the basketball court where Aomine-kun usually played. 

There was really no sense in denying that I liked the guy anymore, the only problem now was the mental confusion. 

Shaking my head, I grinned as I reached the place, only to find Aomine-kun randomly shooting hoops. My grin grew wider as I looked at him, knowing very well that if he turned to look at me, he would totally realize what was going on in my mind. And being the perv he is, we would totally go back to my place. Yep, it would be all his fault. 

I crept into the large space, tip-toeing toward him. I raised my hand, about to poke him in the side. A month ago, I had accidentally poked him there and he had yelped, dancing away from me. This time I bought my cell phone with me to capture that moment, except he whirled around at the last moment and caught hold of me. He turned me around so that I was facing the other way, one hand across my shoulders and the other across my stomach.

"Aomine-kun." I whined, imitating Kise-kun because I thought it would annoy him. He huffed, his breath tickling me, "Shit. Even that turns me on." My face burned with embarrassment, making my cheeks pink. Something that he was quick to comment on, "[Name], are you blushing? After all we've done?" I pushed him away, "Baka." Turning sideways, I regarded him. My prognosis? Sweaty, but crazily hot. Biting my lower lip, I turned around to face him. I placed my hands behind my back, and moved closer till I was close enough for the tip of our noses to touch, "You stink." I said, wrinkling my nose mockingly and moving away quickly. 

 He moved forward to catch hold of me, but I danced away from his grasp. We stood then, facing each and waiting for the other to make a move. He pounced again, but I danced out of his grip, laughing. 

"Hey Aomine-kun, when I imitated Kise-kun's whining, why did it turn you on? Is something going on between the two of you?" I asked, sticking my tongue out at him. He growled, "Why, you little..." And ran forward to tackle me. I did the only thing I could do as I was 'forced' down. 

I squealed. Loudly. 

"But honestly, I just wanted to know if..." "Why? Are you jealous?" "Wha-? N-No! Of course not! Why would I be jealous!" "Then why did you just stammer?" "I didn't stammer!" 

"AOMINECCHI!" 

Aomine-kun groaned in frustration, burying his head in the crook of my neck.