Aomine has been your boyfriend since freshman year. He just had a basketball game the other day, and lately he’s started making up excuses not to see you. It was rightfully frustrating for you. You had no idea why he was deliberately avoiding you, but you were going to get that answer.

Skeptical and upset, you drive over to his house and are let in by his parents. You had stormed upstairs, suddenly barging in his room only to see him sitting on the edge of his bed adjusting the newfound shoulder wrap on him.

His head snaps up to meet your gaze, confused, shocked, and with rising anger. “What the hell are you doing here?!” He yells, surprised, but a little aggressive as he was trying to keep his shoulder’s injury hidden from you.