He's My Problem. (Aomine Daiki x OC)

One.

As I walk down the partially dark streets, I stop momentarily to look up at the tall buildings surrounding me and wonder, how did things end up like this?

With Twenty One Pilots pounding in my ears, I continued my nightly walk and let my thoughts consume me as I always did. I thought of all of my problems and how they could easily be fixed by the simplest solutions, and then I thought of the one that would take a miracle to solve. That problem was Aomine Daiki.

His smile (the real one that few people were lucky enough to see), his tanned skin, his athletic abilities, everything about him seemed perfect. Keyword: seemed. The truth is he was a less than likeable person on the inside, although he could be a caring person if he wanted. But everyone has their flaws, right?

Now, of course, the problem isn't the person in this case, but rather the relationship.

I had been so caught up in my thoughts; I hadn't realized how far I had actually walked, or that I had already cycled through my playlist twice. Slowly removing my headphones, I tucked them into the pocket of my hoodie and looked around. My eyes landed on the street sign that read "8th street".

"That far, huh? Guess I better head home, or try at least," I mumbled to myself.

"Yeah, you should."

Internal screaming in 3, 2, 1. Being a bit afraid to turn around, I closed my eyes and prepared for the worst. What if the guy was a child molester or something?

I flinched when I felt the hot breath of the stranger on my neck. The man chuckled before stepping away from me. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw Aomine standing there, smirking.

"You're an asshole. I thought you were a rapist or something. That wasn't funny," I said.

He just laughed and stared down at me. Oh god, those eyes. His eyes were like the ocean and I was drowning.

"I could stare at him all day," I thought to myself.

Though that statement wasn't completely true at the moment because, for one, it was going on 4 in the morning and the lack of sleep was starting to get to me. So I looked away, fixing my gaze on a building in the distance before I could get further lost in his eyes.

Clearing my throat, I decided to speak up.

"It's kind of weird, you know, you just coincidentally finding me here at this time. I hope you haven't been following me," I joked.

He chuckled before stuffing his hands in his pockets and beginning to walk in the direction of your neighborhood.

"I wasn't, don't worry.. Man I'm tired," he said as he let out a yawn.

"Then why did you even come out if you knew you would be tired?" I mumbled to myself.

I felt a hand wrap around my arm shortly before I was pulled along.

"I was looking for somethi- I mean someone. Anyways, let's go."

For a second, I was happy, thinking that maybe I was the someone he had been looking for. But then reality came crashing in on me, making my momentary happiness fade away as quickly as it had come. For the rest of the walk, I remained silent with a stoic expression plastered on my face.

I couldn't help myself from wondering who Aomine had been looking for. It made me a bit sad, but I shrugged it off much like I always did. We were nearly to his house, when he stopped walking and stared at me. I stared back for a moment before blushing and looking away.

Every moment that ticked on made me want to sink into the Earth and never come up. Finally, he stopped staring and walked away. I didn't bother to ask why he had been staring; just simply stared at my beat up Con's and listened to the sound they made against the pavement. They looked as if they were ready to fall apart at any moment.