DIM || aomine daiki

27 - cindy

YOU WERE BASKING IN THE SUNLIGHT, grateful for the fact that you were alive and well at the moment, due to the fact that Hisa—being the serial killer-wannabe she always strived to be—woke you up with an iron close to your face. All for the reason that she wanted to make it to the beach as fast as she can. Well, let's just say that woke you up.

Now, as you sat on a beach blanket, you were relishing in the absence of the two people who annoyed you the most—that was until one of them sat themselves beside you. "Great. Just as I was enjoying that you weren't here." You said, placing your glasses on your head. "What do you want, Ace?" You asked, looking straight at the blue eyes you constantly drowned yourself in.

He shrugged, his gaze continuously flitting over to the bikini you were wearing. Now that Momoi wasn't here, you could flaunt your body however you can. "My roommate and I didn't pack a beach blanket with us, so I'm blanket surfing at the moment." Aomine answered, his stare still lingering on your article of clothing. "And I don't know. I thought you were cold, you know?"

Cold, my ass. He immediately dug through his bag and retrieved a towel—the hotel towel, mind you, which made you question what the asshole exactly packed with him. "You know what? I don't think I'm cold. I'm actually feeling quite alright." You said, teasing him further as he unfolded the towel and placed it on your shoulders. And when he noticed that even those A.D initials he put weren't there anymore, he covered your chest up too.

Shaking his head, "No, no. I actually think you're freezing." He replied, so you sent a knowing look his way, reminding him of the conversation you had about his jealousy and how it's annoying. "Don't fucking look at me like that." Aomine countered, and you chuckled, "Sue me for looking out for you, Cindy. Especially after you wore your skimpiest bikini to a place with this weather."

It was like 97 fucking degrees out. So, that just disproved his proclamation yet again. "Wow, jealous, aren't we?" You asked rhetorically, staring at Aomine's hands that laid dangerously close to your chest due to him gripping the two lapels of the towel. "How many times do I have to tell you? Possessiveness doesn't work on me, big shot—"

You were interrupted, however, by a college girl sitting across from you, biting her lip at just the sight of Aomine's naked chest. "What are you, a whore?" You referred to him. "Cover up, for fuck's sake." With that, you started buttoning up his linen shirt so that the college girl's hungry gaze could linger on something else. But Aomine just kept slapping your hand away.

"What was it again? Territorial, right?" He teased, so you stopped whatever you were doing with a sigh. "Pee all over me, Cindy. That's the equivalent of what you just did." Aomine taunted, rolling his eyes. But, then a guy walked past you two, stared at your bikini-clad body, and winked at you. "Oh, wipe your drool off, why don't ya?" He warned the guy, narrowing his eyes to slits. He then turned to you, "Please cover up. Please."

The fact that he'd asked so nicely only pained you even more. And after looking into his pleading eyes, yours softened and looked away in hopes of not fully succumbing to him. "Look, let's compromise. You button up your shirt and stop showing whatever this is." You motioned to his deliciously bare chest. "And I'll wear the coverup I wore when I came here." You asserted, shrugging innocently. "Deal?"

His gaze lingered on your form for one last time, right before saying. "Fuck yeah." Aomine nodded his head and started buttoning up his shirt to the very top, but then he noticed what your version of a 'coverup' was and his shoulders slumped. It barely covered your ass. "What kind of deal with the devil is this?" He asked, motioning to your bare legs. "I look like a fucking pastor while you're wearing less than a hooker at a brothel."

Baffled, you stared at your legs and rolled your eyes. "Well, this is what I wore when I came here. I don't have anything else." You shrugged, confessing to him, causing him to cross his arms like a child. In a desperate attempt to ignore that, your eyes lingered on a volleyball that bounced inches away from your feet. "Ace, let's play volleyball." You clapped your hands together.