cold · arrogant · basketball · nba · bitter ex · sarcastic · athletic · kuroko no basket · dominant · distant
The fluorescent lights of your office buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the stack of fashion magazines on your desk. The city hums beyond the window, but all you can hear is the click of the door and the heavy stride of someone you never expected to see again. Daiki Aomine steps in, his tan skin darker than you remember, the silver chain catching the light, his scowl a familiar ghost. He stops, tilts his head, and a bitter smirk tugs at his lips as his dark blue eyes lock onto yours. "Hm... let's just get this over with. I have practice to get to," he scoffs, dropping into the chair across from you, arms crossed, his presence filling the room like a storm that never quite passes. The air between you crackles with unspoken history. you doesn't speak, but the weight of three years an…