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6:15am , y/n's condo
—you leaned back on couch the couch after receiving a message from aomine, letting you know that he was downstairs. you grabbed your bag and slipped on your shoes before heading towards the elevator.
you waved and said good morning to the doorman before exiting through the doors. your eyes were met with aomine in an all black nike tech fleece. he had a black fitted on backwards, his curly hair showing through the front and sides.
he was leaning back on the passenger door of his car, with his eyes trained on his phone. a smile appeared on his face when he saw you walking towards him.
"good morning y/n," he opened the door for you and waited before returning to the drivers seat.
"morning daiki," you smiled right back at him. "how'd you sleep last night?"
"i slept amazing, i think if i slept like that every night people wouldn't call me moody in the mornings," he cheered as he buckled he seat belt and started driving.
"i've been told the same thing, but i woke up feeling really good," you laughed.
you guys conversed the entire way to starbucks which caught you by surprise. "i thought we were on our way to practice," you questioned as you looked outside the window. there was a long line due to it being early in the morning.
"i told you last night that i'd bring you here since i kept you up late," he answered, moving up in the line. "what do you want?"
"are you being for real right now?" you asked once again.
"yes."
"umm can i get a... caramel macchiato with vanilla sweet cold foam please," you softened your voice.
he drove up to the menu where the worker asked what he would like to order. "morning can i get a venti (your drink), a venti white hot chocolate and two double smoked bacon egg and cheeses please,"
the worker confirmed the order before telling him the total. you began to pull out your wallet before aomine stopped you. "what are you doing" he asked, a look of disapproval written on his face. you looked at his hands on yours before responding, "i'm trying to pay," you spoke slowly, your eyes staying on your hands.
"you're not allowed to, it's my treat," he spoke, his voice stern and demanding. you nodded, placing your wallet back in your bag. aomine took his card out to pay, receiving his food and drinks in exchange.
