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WON • DER • WALL,
adjective: someone you find yourself thinking
about all the time; a person you are completely
infatuated with.

CHAPTER SIX: MOTH TO A
FLAME.

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EVEN IF winning and losing were to be the same, they are total opposites of each other. however, the only common thing to come out of both of them, is pain, sorrow, heartbreak, and loss. just like the ying and yang symbol ─ they somehow manage to balance each other out. however, many people have said "you need to work hard in order to play hard. and if you don't, then you just might end up like some people around these parts of town. quitters.

do you want to identify yourself as a quitter? to be looked down upon as someone who has given up so early on their dream?". true story spoken in facts. "come on and open up those eyes. take a good look at the picture that is being painted, for you are your own artist; because what you create, will surely benefit on what is given to you or your peers." now, did you know that there once was a boy who once had a passion for basketball? each and everyday, from the beginning of his elementary school days, he was always seen at a park practicing his skills or chilling at the recreational centre.

slowly, as he started building up his skills and strength, he began signing up every year for the basketball tournaments that was being hosted at his school, or any that the centre. however, it wasn't long after he got into his third year of high school. that was when everything changed and he began to slowly lose his interest in this particular sport. to him; basketball wasn't the same as it use to be when he was growing up. in fact, he was sick and tired of always winning, and wanted to physically know what it felt like to lose a game for once.

he wanted to know how the ache of your heart feels when you are try holding back your tears. being the only person to ever win fifteen games in a row without losing, it can start to become boring towards a certain extent. if said at one point; find something you love, and proceed to do it, especially if it makes you happy with your own self. only having to get tough support from your family, that wasn't enough unless you added your basketball coach to it. from the beginning; the day he first met his coach, was at the park. that same park he's been playing at almost his whole life, was also the place where he met his coach.

"exactly, how many times are you going to bounce that thing? just shoot the damn ball already." stated the coach. their eyes narrowed down in annoyance, a sigh escaping their lips, before using the tip of their fingers to rub the temples of their head. aomine's blue eyes stared down at the orange ball with black stripes that was in his hand, palms faced down as it continued to bounce absentmindedly. he slowly looked up, his eyes meeting his coaches dark eyes; which were filled with annoyance. once coming in contact, he pursed his lips together and clenched the basketball in his hand.

he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it and sighed, knowing there was no other way to answer his coach. he then slowly turned his head around, facing the really tall basketball net, staring directly at the rim."if you keep staring long and hard at that rim, that basketball in your hand won't shoot itself."

now grown into a young adult; early twenties and in now in his second year of college, aomine only kept his stoic composure. mind blank of his past, not wanting to be reminded of what he went through when he was younger. blatantly, if he was not mistaken, he had other things to deal of. make that, certain people and certain rumours circulating around. how did it start? well, he had a few suspicions, but nothing to particular, or anything specific. "there were days where i wish i could just rewind back time and start my life over. i would be so happy." aomine finally spoke, his eyes closing, while a deep sigh escaped from his lips.

he leaned his head back, lifting his arms up and resting them behind his head, the warm sun shining on his tanned skin. inhaling a small breath, he breathed in the warm air, which made his chest rise up on sync. while his eyes were closed, his mind kept replying a clear image of a certain male. he then began unconsciously thinking about that way this male would always scold him for something small, or how he would complain about who's turn it was to do the dishes or laundry, or just plain out bag him for no reason. the only time he would see this boy smile, was if he would do something or tease him - more like, say something flirtatious.

"you look so hot in that outfit. i could just take you right now on my bed. no homo, though."

in which he would receive many witty comebacks. "oh, really? well, here's a suggestion; how about you take both you, and your no-homo-ass back upstairs, and get it on. cause right now, i'm not interested in what you have to offer."

the comebacks were the total opposite of the flirting. opposing to the many thoughts swirling in his mind, he unconsciously grazed his teeth over his bottom lip, numbing it slightly as he bit into the soft muscle. "to be completely honest, i have never been so confused. first few times of him and i hanging out, i had always thought i loved girls. but when i saw him; tall, handsome, and very well dressed, i felt something inside me burst. when both our eyes met, i got this warm feeling. it was unexplainable." he said to himself, a sigh escaping his lips, before lifting the basketball in the palm of his hands, and threw it in the net. he watched as it swirled, before falling into the rim, then bouncing four times as it hit the ground.

his dark blue eyes stared at the older male, who was holding a clipboard close to his chest, while also writing something down on his notebook. he seemed to be nodding his head as a few students surrounded him, engaging in a conversation. glancing in their direction, he watched as said male glanced at the other students, wearing his usual stoic expression. "if i wanted to give you homework, i would give it to you. but, if you really do want homework, then i would happily oblige." he said, clicking his pen and lifted his hand up, only to push up the rim of his glasses with his index finger. a small glint of light reflecting onto his glasses, hiding a faded glimpse of his sandy eyes. as he opened his eyes, he then narrowed it down at that same student.

"your only homework as of right now is to get away from me and go have fun. or be lazy and text whoever it is on your phone, or go on any website to watch whatever you teenagers watch these days." he bluntly said. some students chuckled at the response of the coach, who rolled his eyes and went back to writing in his book. "but coach, aren't you, like, old? how do you know all that?" the coach grunted and closed his book in annoyance.

his sandy eyes flicked to a certain blue eyed boy. once making eye contact, a ball was thrown in his direction, making him lift his hand up in sync. not flinching, he caught the ball in the palm of his hand, continuing to narrow his eyes. "on second thought, you all could leave a bit earlier and get yourselves freshened up, or stay reeking." he uttered, his voice retaining a trail of irritation. getting chaotic looks from the scholars, they shrugged before cheering silently and took off.

"i aomine daiki, am not gay. yes, i do and will only love my women." aomine muttered solemnly to himself. his navy eyes watched as his coach turned around, and began walking away, both hands fitted in his pockets, while he he was also holding the clipboard under his arm. a cocky a smirk began making its way onto aomine's face. he nodded his head proudly and chuckled.

it was not long after he heard his coach speak up; their tone sounding bored. "oi, daiki. quit staring, will yah. you look like a deer that was caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle." the older male, his coach said. his coach didn't even have to turn to look at aomine. gritting his teeth in annoyance, aomine daiki rolled his eyes and grunted, making his coach raise an eyebrow in slight interest.

"a stubborn boy, you are."

ever since this mysterious chap stepped foot into the school grounds, the once basketball ace of tōō academy; aomine daiki, did not know what he was expecting. for one thing; this boy, his soon-to-be-coach, had looked quite young. and second; he had this weird aura- almost welcoming- but also intimidating, and reigned dominance. he had the attitude of a sergeant; strict, well put together, and hard-working.

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three months have gone by, and [name] was loving his job as the new gym coach. he was still working on his attitude; being the son of a soldier and raised on the battle grounds, he had picked up on the lingo. over the many years, he took part in personal training. so, when he applied for a job, he wanted to start of small. and that was being a gym coach.

he had other abilities. his strongest subjects included; geography, history, psychology and geology. he mainly stuck to doing personal training because he wanted to teach other people; his students, the benefits of having a healthy lifestyle. of coarse, when he finally got the job, he knew there were going to be some students who wouldn't try to make it seem worthy, or have any interest in what he was going to be teaching. standing at the mature height he has grown into, he still wasn't going to take any shenanigans.

[name] stood in front of gym doors, his eyes narrowing down from the sun that seemed to have been shining brightly. lifting up his hand that was intertwined with his other hand from behind his back, he brung it up, closing his eyes and gently pushed the rim of glasses up with his index finger. the squeaking of shoes emitting from the floors are heard, followed by the cheers. many balls were bouncing, which meant they were playing one of two sports; basketball, or soccer. much so, [name] knew, that deep down inside, he still had to push another one of his students. there he say; a lazy one at that.

sighing in content, he brung his hand down, and placed it behind his back. he gilded his head to the left, then to the right, before rolling his shoulder; hearing a small 'pop'. he then glanced over his shoulder, watching as his students ran around, enjoying themselves.looking around, his landed on a familiar figure that seemed to be laying on the gym bench. one arm was behind their head, while they used their other hand to balance the basketball on their finger, lazily spinning it.

"i swear, no matter how many times i encourage him to play, he would just do the opposite of what i say. such disobedience." [name] mumbled to himself, crossing his arms over his chest, and pushing his glasses up. clearing his throat, he walked over and stood in front of him. just as [name] was about to speak, a familiar voice spoke up. one that held no emotion and sounded bored.

"oi, why are you standing so close to me? did you miss me or something?" aomine asked, slowly opening his eyes, revealing the deep and navy blue colour. he stared up at the male who was towering over his laying form, a unnoticeable smirk slowly appearing onto his features when he noticed a small blush on [name]'s cheeks. [name] grunted, keeping his arms crossed, while he narrowed his eyes down at the annoying blue eyed male.

"please, why on earth would i miss you? tch, you self-centred boy." he bluntly said, making a motion and placed his hands over his glasses; almost as if he was going to push them up, but he was trying to hide a blush he could feel on his cheeks. aomine's smirked only seemed to widen, leaning his head back and closed his eyes. only then, he opened them again and his dark blue eyes met a pair of sandy sights that seemed to stare him down with an annoyed expression. he raised his brow, arching it and sat up, keeping up his stare.

slowly extending his hand out, [name] seemed to narrow his eyes down into a glare, his lips curving into a sneer, while he continued to bite the inside of his tongue. "i swear if you bring those atrocious hands of yours any closer, i will not hesitate to break them apart. your mind and body will no longer cooperate and you won't be able to do anything other than site there and be lazy. not that i'll be surprised. tch, such a lazy child." [name] said, his voice trailing lower, mumbling the last part of his statement under his breath. however, that only made aomine chuckle, his hands gripping onto [name]'s hips, a smirk playing against his lips.

"but, my prince, if you did break my hands off, i won't be able to hold you like this," he said, his eyes staring up at [name] who was slowly towering over his sitting form. in less than a few seconds, aomine's hands trained up [name]'s hips, before pulling him down onto his lap. "or touch you like this." whispering gingerly into [name]'s ear, aomine chuckled softly, massaging his fingers on the tensed body that rested against him, avoiding his gaze. he then leaned his head down and lightly kissed [name] on his cheek, slowly bringing the kisses downwards his neck, flicking his tongue over the soft and exposed skin.

slowly, aomine closed his eyes and took another breath. a pleasant grunt left from between his lips as he could imagine the many things going through this own head. "a-aomine daiki, you stop this right now or im going to," [name] was cut short when aomine replied in a rather, speaking mocking tone. "you're going to do what? because from what i see, you can not do anything as you're trapped in between my arms. ha! not so tough now." aomine said, a small smirk making its way into his face, beginning to suck gently onto [name]'s neck.

unbeknownst to him, he couldn't see the rising blush being brought onto said boys cheeks."tch! you idiot! how am i suppose to be tough when you have me trapped in your arms? tch. such a dense idiot." [name] mumbled under his breath, slowly bringing his hand up and pushing the rim of his glasses upwards; hiding the blush present on his cheeks. aomine chuckled at the reaction, his hands tightening his grip on the older boys waist. "but i'm your dense idiot, aren't i, baby boy?"

"oi, don't call me that. now, shut the hell up and let me go. tch, such an annoying brat."

"is that so? hmm . . . if i don't recall, i had you begging for me to touch you. remember what happened a few days ago? "

the older boy, [name], panted heavily as a dark blush was coating his cheeks. his body was pinned between the corner walls of the boys locker room. his arm pinned high above his head, body shuddering from the hands massaging his body, slowly and sensually down his thighs, while many kisses were beginning to go down his neck, leaving a trail of fresh hickeys.

[name] began to bite down onto his bottom lip. his breathing growing rapid as the younger male, aomine daiki, used his other hand to palm the growing erection that was happening in his pants; making the said boy let out a shaky moan, clean hung his hands into a fist.

"a-aomine, p-please," [name] moaned out, making aomine smirk and pull away. aomine then looked down at [name], tilting his head teasingly as he watched at his vulnerable form. [name]'s eyes were half-lidded, a dark blush was coated onto his and his hair was messed up. he older boy was panting, his mouth parted slightly, while his shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his toned chest and collarbone.

the way aomine's name rolled off his tongue, made aomine much hornier than he was. Oh, how much he wanted to fuck his own gym teacher senseless, and show him who really was the person in charge and control. "what do we have here? it seems that someone is very needy to be touched. am i right?" aomine chuckled, smirking slightly. [name] felt his cheeks heat up, making him grit his teeth and shyly look away from the taller male.

"tch. shut up, idiot! i-it's not like i want you to claime me!"

aomine's eyes shot wide open and he quickly fixed himself a couple times, trying to stop the growing erection that was starting to happen in his pants. he then glanced around, seeing he was still in the gym. the hair on his head was slightly messed up, then bringing his hand up and wiped the corner of his mouth, trying to also calm down his racing heart.

"oi, idiot! are you going to let me go or not? tch, how dumb can you be?" a familiar voice said from beside him. his eyes widen a bit when his dark blue eyes met a pair of sandy sights, looking at him in annoyance. "now that you're mind is back in its right place. n-not like it wasn't ever there before, i-i has a few things i wanted to tell you." [name] started off, a small stutter present in his voice as he could feel a pair of navy blue eyes look at him. aomine side glanced at [name], his eyes slowly trailing down to his lips. he tried to look away, but he couldn't. he didn't know why, but he felt captivated by his presence and body. he blinked his eyes feelings, shaking out the old memories that played in his mind.

large hands trailed down [name]'s waist, tugging at the hem of his pants. a sly smirk made its way onto aomine daiki's face, his own fingers looping around the elastic of [name]'s boxers, then started leaning down and started leaving gentle kisses down his stomach. aomine flicked his tongue over the [name]'s abdomen, sliding the boxers down and trailed his kisses lower. as he felt something hard, he chuckled deeply to himself.

"mmm, baby boy . . . you're so hard for daddy. are you really that needy for my cock?" he cockily asked, his voice coming out in a low whisper as he pulled away and crawled on top of the said boy. aomine's left arm was beside [name]'s head, his fingers playing with his soft locks. he leaned down and kissed him deeply, which made said boy blush and shyly wrap his arms around his neck. aomine smirked, using his right hand and started massing [name]'s cock.

[name] whimpered, feeling something hard rub between his legs. a dark blush coated his soft complexion, aomine pulling away, his eyes staring deeply into [name]'s eyes. "a-aomine, p-please! i-i need you so bad!" [name] desperately said, bucking his hips a bit and moaned softly, feeling aomine grind his hips into him.

"a-aomine!"

"Aomine!" said boy, aomine daiki, snapped out of his trance, startled and blinked a few times. he then looked at where the sound came from and saw said male looking at him in annoyance. his eyes were narrowed, eyebrows narrowing into a scowl. "goodness, what is with you today? you keep spacing out. tch, dense idiot. a-and put that tongue back in your mouth, you look like my dog Bella when she's hungry. tch, how unnecessary." [name] muttered under his breath, then ran his hands through this hair.

"i could always put my tongue in something else if that is what you're applying," aomine muttered under his breath, feeling his cheeks heat up. he had a slight smirk on his face, sending a playful wink at [name], in which he noticed that [name] was beginning to blush. "stop making everything sound so dirty. tch!" [name], however, didn't really know why he was acting like this towards aomine, but he also couldn't help it as well. then again, there were many things that aomine did that pissed him off in the smallest ways, which would often make [name] blush of embarrassment, making aomine secretly feeling proud on what he did.

even when aomine was practicing, [name] would always be there to watch and silent scold him, but also congratulate him. when he watched from the podium, there were times where aomine would stop and take off his shirt, revealing his well-built and defined muscles. "for someone always lazing around, he sure looks really fit. tch! someone is abusing themselves on steroids." [name] knew it was wrong for a teacher to have feelings for one of his students; especially when it came to unnecessary things and thoughts that would invade his own mind.

"tch, he really does have a nice v-line." [name] muttered under his breath, small blush making its way onto your cheeks. "b-but, i-it's not like i would ever tell that idiot. tch. annoying self-centred brat."

"what? who's got a nice v-line?" aomine asked, a hint of kick innocence present in his voice. [name] blushed, looking away and bribing his hand up, lifting his glasses over the bridge of his nose. "o-obviously it's not you! tch. nosy bastard!" [name] squeaked, narrowing his eyes down in annoyance. as his golden eyes met a pair of navy blue ones, he noticed a different look in aomine's eyes. it was not lust, but rather . . . love . . . ?

aomine slowly leaned forward, making [name] grit his teeth, his blush darkening. the same moment, [name] and aomine could feel their own hearts in sync. their lips centimetres apart from each other, while they stared deeply into each other's eyes, before they lips touched in soft and passionate kiss.

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