DIM || aomine daiki

28 - lazy-a** grandson

YOU WERE CASUALLY LISTENING TO MUSIC ON YOUR WAY HOME FROM THE TRAIN STATION, having just returned from your class trip, when all of a sudden, a soap slid its way to you. "What the fuck?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at the bizarre sight. A soap in a simple street? Yeah, they don't mix. And now, even more soaps started piling up near your feet.

A woman, in her mid 70s, shouted from across the street, a bag in her arms, "Oh, goodness sake. I'm so sorry, dearie!" She clumsily sprinted towards you, dropping soaps like confetti. As she stumbled along, the paper bag emptied completely and all the soaps landed on the same sad pile. "Gosh dang it," she lamented.

God, that was a christian reaction. If only she'd heard the things you said to Aomine on a daily basis. "Hey, I think you can still use them—" You started, in an attempt to comfort her, right before a dog ambled over and peed all over her soaps, rendering them completely useless. "Never mind." You awkwardly said, watching as the old lady folded up the bag in defeat. "May I ask why you need this many soap to begin with?"

She nodded with a strained smile, running her hand through her brittle gray hair. "Sadly enough, I run a hot springs just a few blocks from here. Busy day today," She explained, pointing west. "My beautiful grandson came in with his friend this afternoon and he told me that we were running low on soap. So, I went out to get them. But, clumsy me, you know." She laughed at herself.

Oddly enough, you felt responsible for it. That poor woman had to suffer just for her job when she should have hired someone else to do this. Seriously, who in their right mind would let a 70-year-old lady traipse around carrying a heavy bag all by herself while being clumsy?  "I'll get the soaps for you." You declared, a bit too enthusiastic. Before she could protest, you added, "No, I really want to help you. You shouldn't carry these all on your own. It's the least I can do."

For all you knew, that damn grandson of hers could have lent a hand with these soaps, but no, God forbid you interrupt his fun day at the hot springs with his friend.

"I'd normally say no, but look at the state of me. Oh." She cupped her mouth in astonishment—that grandson will get an earful from me. "You're an angel, sweetheart. I can't thank you enough, dear." The woman's face softened and she attempted to contain a grin. "Uhm—How—how about I go and give you a day at the hot springs free of charge? Food and everything will be provided."

Your eyes widened in surprise. That was in no way what you had expected her to say. You thought she'd offer a simple thank you or something, but never this. And as much as you wanted to accept it—because, after the trip, God knows you needed it—you couldn't. "Of course, I won't accept that. I couldn't. I'm buying a couple of soaps, not lending you my kidney. It's too much."

In response, the lady shook her head. "Are you kidding? That's the least I could do." She said, caressing your cheek softly in the process. "And if you won't accept my offer, then, I'm sorry. I have no other choice but to decline your generous offer of running me the errand."

You sighed, even though you wanted that spa day like you wanted world domination. "Alright, alright." You responded. "As long as you let me help you out with whatever you need. Treat me as your personal maid, if you will."

She chuckled, her laughter warm and genuine. "Okay, my dear. I'll take you up on that."

And now here you were, in your personal little Disneyland. Steam rose gracefully from the pool, wrapping the area in a cloud of mist. From just the dip in the warm water, you felt the tension slowly slip away from your body.

You really needed this. A relaxing day at the hot springs after a week long trip—it felt like pure heaven. Especially when the whole time spent in that said trip, Aomine had been following you around everywhere like the asshole he never failed to be. Truly pure ecstasy.