A week after I had gotten better, Mrs.Aomine insisted that I went to the mall to go shopping to feel better.

Shopping makes no difference in me, it's not like I have a favourite band of some sort. Or really like anything or anyone.

I stared with the blankest face ever as Ahomine walked by my side. He sighed out a groan and rested his hands behind his head. "Why did I have to come with you?" He grumbled, giving off an irritated vibe. I rolled my eyes, "Trust me, I didn't want you to come with me either."

I huffed, after feeling him grab my arm and run. I somehow managed to keep up, after all, he was a pretty tall guy with long legs, there was almost no way I could keep up.

"Ah! What are you doing?!" I screeched loudly, unsure of where Aomine was taking me. That's the first time I screamed in years...

From what I realized, he came to buy more shoes. I blankly stared at him again, receiving a click of his tongue, "Would you stop looking at me like that?!" He stomped towards me. I stuck my tongue out at him. That's the first time I've did that in years...

I followed him around the store as he checked out some shoes and tried them on. I ignored the calls he made at me, "Oi, (Last Name)-"

"(First Name) is fine, Aomine."

He pursed his lips, giving me a moment to look away.

I want you to call me, "(First Name)". Not "(Last Name)". It gives me regrets.

He shook his head, "What do you think?" He asked, grinning afterwards, showing his new shoes. I stared down at it and coughed, nodding, "I think it looks fine." I glanced elsewhere, not caring about his new basketball shoes.

"I'm serious, I need to know what you think. Usually I bring Satsuki-"

"Is she...your girlfriend?" I asked subconsciously, my face had a frown that told him I was upset with that girl or something. I didn't know until he gave me a surprised look.

My cheeks instantly reddened at realization of what I asked, "Satsuki? Ew, no. Now, I need to know what you think of them?" He stood up, towering over me. I nodded with red cheeks, Thank god he didn't care...

"So, why do you care? Are you jealous~?" My eyes widened for a moment, then went to a scowl. "No. Who would want date you." I walked off, just around a rack of shoes to hide myself from him. "Hey! You're the one who brought it up!"

I touched my cheeks, What is this feeling...? God..it feels weird. I don't like him.

"Hey, Aomine." I heard some guys around the corner call Aomine. I peered over the rack, seeing three guys standing in front. He greeted them and asked what they were doing there. "We're just getting some shoes, what about you."

"Same, except I was brought here by- Where'd she go?!" Aomine frantically looked around for me. "You mean that pink haired girl? Man, she's hot."

"You only think she's hot because of her melons."

"Whatever, Ma-" the pervert was cutoff by being grabbed by the collar by Aomine. "Don't speak about Satsuki like that." He growled.

Why does my...heart...suddenly hurt?

"Whoa, chill, Aomine. It's not like she's-" What a playboy... Aomine slammed him against the wall, making him grow fear. "If I hear this from you again, you won't live."

Aomine released him and walked over to where I was hiding, "Aomine-" grabbing my wrist as he stormed out of the store.

He seems really mad...

His grip on my wrist tightened, hurting me.

I wouldn't blame him...

"A-Aomine, you-you're hurting me." I closed an eye from the pain. He then released my wrist, his fists clenched. We stood in an almost empty part of the mall, a less popular part.

Aomine took a few steps towards me, as I took steps back. Every step forward he took, made me take a step back.

"Listen, Aomine, I-" he punched the wall next to me, making me jolt. He came closer to me until I felt his head rest on my shoulder. I hesitantly placed my hands on his shoulder.

Everything is going to be okay...