DIM || aomine daiki

26 - A.D

IN SOME MESSED UP WAY, YOU KNEW THAT IF IT WEREN'T FOR HARU INTERRUPTING YOU TWO, you would have actually hooked up with Aomine. And now, as you stood next to him, your body started heating up at just the memory of the two of you making out in the closet.

How you would look at him the same way as before—you'll never know. "Yo, what?!" Aomine, the same Aomine who'd left you the hickies you had to cover up today (a week after), exclaimed in shock. "Dude," He said, addressing you, "I cannot make this up. I swear to you I just saw your doppelgänger walk by. Oh my god." He laughed boisterously at that.

Due to the laughter, curiosity piqued you, "No way! Where?" You asked and then looked at the direction he was pointing at. But, when you realized what he meant, your excitement very easily faded. "You mean the kid wearing a Cinderella dress?" You deadpanned him, while he continued with his laughter. "Yeah, real funny, Ace. Real funny. You're almost as dry as your elbow." You retorted, crossing your arms.

But your growing irritation towards him left very quickly when his eyes flitted over to your neck. Which caused you to suddenly remember the interaction you had the other day. How am I gonna go through with this class trip?, you thought to yourself. Yeah, that's right. It was the day of your fucking class trip and for some reason, you had to sit next to Aomine the entire train ride to Akita. The whole 5-hour long train ride. With the guy you made out with less than a week ago.

Nevertheless, you soldiered on and sat in your seat while Aomine, being the dick that he was, took the window one. Asshole. But damn, did he know how to kiss. "I know I'm fascinating, but try to blink once in a while." He taunted, laying his cheek on the headrest so he could look back at you. "I mean, if you say you were enjoying the view, I think I might understand. But, then again, I'm so interesting to stare at—"

Instantly, you got up from your seat, earning yourself a startled look from Aomine. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was trying to make room for your fucking ego." You responded, seating yourself back down with an exasperated sigh because god knows how you'll make it through the next 5 hours. I mean, you might be able to stay away from him for the whole trip, but the train ride was fucking inevitable.

And the worst part was... you were so fucking attracted to him right now. Despite only wearing a hoodie and shorts, he looked so goddamn fuckable. "There's that lusting look we all know and love." Aomine said, breaking you away from the trance you were in. "Damn. I didn't realize I was so captivating today. Should I charge admission?" He asked, teasing you to the brink of tears.

That's it, you thought. Grabbing the headphones you had around your neck, you placed them on your head and it played the playlist you'd spent time cultivating. "Sorry, can't hear you. I'm immune to narcissism." You pointed to your ears and laid back, closing your eyes in an attempt to prepare yourself for the long trip. After a while, you decided on opening your eyes bit by bit. That's when your orbs caught a magical sight. Aomine, with his arm draped over your headrest, turned around to speak to one of your classmates.

Damn that outfit. Sure, it was just a fucking hoodie, but you two were practically matching. Because, like it was planned by God himself, you also bore a black hoodie with black linen pants. God, you were basically a couple. "Sleep, Y/n. Sleep." You whispered to yourself and you were sure Aomine caught it because you could sense a rumble of a chuckle from the seat next to you.

—

Well, you sure slept. Actually, like the matching outfits weren't enough already, you woke up and found yourself lying your head on Aomine's shoulder. What was even cuter was the fact that he'd been trying to make the least bit of movement while working on his (very very late) homework so that he wouldn't wake you up.