(ENG) KUROKO NO BASKET ONESHOTS

AOMINE X READER - LOVE IS GONE

"Careful!"

From that instant on, total confusion. A force pushes you forward making you collapse face-first on the concrete and the most atrocious noise you've ever heard pierces your eardrums. You instantly turn, looking around for answers to the questions that crowd your mind: right in front of your eyes, a truck with the front end crunched up and Aomine Daiki thrown a few meters further, lying in a pool of blood.

"DAI-CHAN!"

Your scream echoes as you run at your top speed next to your best friend.

"DAI-CHAN! OI, DAI-CHAN! WAKE UP!" – you try to lightly shake him, in vain – "PLEASE! PLEASE!"

The sirens in the background start getting closer as a small crowd surrounds you. The nurses put Aomine on a stretcher and rush to the hospital; you beg them to take you there as well, but when deny you keel over the road, desperately crying on your clenched fists. A lady tries to help you, but nothing and no one could ever relieve your pain. A voice starts to speak behind your back and you immediately figure out who it belongs to.

"I'm truly mortified, I-"

"F**K YOU! YOU IDIOT, WHY DID YOU RUN THROUGH A RED LIGHT?! WHY?!"

You stare at the man with flaming eyes. You look at his unharmed body, barely refraining yourself from punching him. You're about to insult him again, but a bone-chilling thought makes its way through your mind. A thought that leaves you breathless, petrified: you are uninjured, too.

***

You wake up on a soft surface. Touching around and opening your eyes you realize you're in your bed and it's dark outside: thank god it was just a dream! You walk down the stairs, still discombobulated because of this nightmare, and you see your mum chopping vegetables and watching the news.

'Wait... what?'

You look at the digital clock hung on the wall: it's almost 7 pm. This hint, added to the fact that you actually don't remember having gone to sleep before that nightmare, is enough to make you understand.

'Oh my God.'

"(Name)! You're finally awake, I was so worried!" – your mum exclaims rushing to hug you.

"So, did it... did it really... happen?" – you whisper with a faint voice.

"Mh? Did you say anything?"

As you're trying hard to deny the evidence and convince yourself that nothing you saw earlier is true, photos of what happened appear on the tv. Your mom, hearing the reporter talk about it, quickly glances at the screen and hugs you tighter.

"Oh, darling. Come here, come here."

You feel your eyes water more and more as reality reveals itself in front of your eyes. And then, the bomb is dropped:

The young student has been immediately brought to the Tokyo Hospital, his life on the razor's edge: his heart still beats, but he has multiple fractures and a worrying comatose state. The truck driver, now at the police station, has been sued by the victim's family and the trial will begin in the following days. Another accident adds up to the already high numb...

Enough is enough.

"M-mum..."

"Yes?"

"I want to die."

***

The following days have been a real agony. Something indescribable to anyone not experiencing it first-hand: days of complete solitude, of isolation, of suffering. You haven't dared to step foot in your high school, you haven't dared to step foot in the gym where you used to watch the team practice, you haven't dared to step foot in the hospital where Aomine is right now. And not because you don't want to see him – that's actually the one thing you truly desire – but because of two reasons. Reason number one: you wouldn't bear that sight. And reason number two: you don't deserve it.  It's all your fault if Aomine is in a coma: if you hadn't been there, he would surely have saved himself. And nobody would want to see the person who caused him such an accident ever again. The sense of guilt pervades your soul, devouring you and squeezing every single tear out of you, even more as Aomine is the boy you love with your whole heart. You should go through what he's going through. You should live thanks to IV, with plaster all over your body: and yet you can stay comfortably at home, with just a couple patches on your arm that only remind you of that cursed day.