you had spent the past few days preparing up a nest, — everything had to be perfect, fluffy, soft.

you hurried around the apartment, picking up stuff and cushions. aomine watched you pass by, he knew what was coming. he could sense it in your pheromones but remained quiet.

he took in a sharp inhale when you hurried before him, he shifted his legs uncomfortably.

“you’re gonna keep ignoring me?” his low voice rises from the couch he’s sat at, sly eyes piercing through you.