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he’s on top of her now; she’s on the floor, bleeding out, and the last thing she sees is him. his eyes, always so intense, now soft as he gazes down at her. She thinks, ah, no one has ever loved me more than him.
"I do have a choice. I just choose you every time.”
then, he speaks. not through the cracking sound of the telephone, not through the microphone that puts an annoyingly metallic quality to his voice. but he speaks, directly, to her.
“I’m home.”
he didn't like reading into things. maybe this was just some very fucked up form of next-level friendship that his lonelier being was incapable of decoding. maybe they really were dating despite their (rather vague) denials of it. maybe this was what it was like growing up so close to someone and tuning yourself to them. whatever the case, Kagami was not about to say anything about it.
it’s enough that Aomine knows for sure he’ll never love like this again.
"You and me, remember? We share burdens."
It’s just that there’s no way this is going to have a happy ending, and if she’s got her facts right (which she always does), the only person who’s going to get hurt is her.