[thank god, she wasn't naked or otherwise occupied. she was sitting on her bed, a notepad open in front of her as she jots down notes and makes sketches. rin had texted her a couple days ago asking for a favor, which now involved expanding on the ideas she'd come up with. pen in her mouth, she almost fell off the bed in surprise when aomine just burst in.
before she could fuss, he was speaking, and her surprise quickly morphed into anger.]
No. He wouldn't.
[he'd been doing so well, she'd really hoped that he wouldn't go back on his promise to her]
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before she could fuss, he was speaking, and her surprise quickly morphed into anger.]
No. He wouldn't.
[he'd been doing so well, she'd really hoped that he wouldn't go back on his promise to her]