Aomine Daiki's Infatuation. - Aomine X Reader.

🌱 Where it all begins...

Eagerly, I shuffle in my cushioned seat. Impatiently anticipating the next bus stop. For the entire journey, I just couldn't settle myself.

Averting [e/c] curious spheres to my shoes, as though they were the most interesting pair in existence. But even they are not enough to hold my attention for long. The scenery outside, however, is a different story. It was so beautiful and inviting that I couldn't help but be entranced by its beauty. It made me think of home. Of what it would be like if I lived here instead of with my parents in [home country]. And if I did have such a place, what sort of person would I be? The more I thought about it, the more I became lost in my thoughts. 

A distant car horn interrupted my musings, and I refocused my attention on the horizon line as it zoomed by.

I was on my way to my grandmother's in Japan, making the long-haul trip from [home country]. My parents had transferred to Italy – 'fulfilment of once-in-a-lifetime career opportunities', or so they said... But what that really meant was that I would have to attend a new school. My previous schools were all in [home country]. It made my skin crawl to imagine what would happen when I got to Tōō Academy. Will I make new friends or be an outcast and ostracised? Would I become a lonely person who didn't fit in anywhere? And interestingly, would there be a basketball club I could sign up for? 

My former school lacked a basketball club; we didn't have the provisions to build a gym on-site, so it was out of the question, so I'd jump into a street court game like a kid who found the last cookie in the jar. But let's be real, that was the extent of my basketball career – more street court MVP, less NBA superstar.

Though all I could indulge in were the thoughts that came with attending Tōō Academy, I knew very little of the academy, but I had high hopes for it, despite being nervous. I had overheard rumours about it from my mum and dad. They had talked about how amazing it was – 'an international elite of students who went to a top institution', etcetera, etcetera. I hadn't realised they were planning my future transfer, which, in hindsight, isn't all that surprising.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of the bus halting near the sign at my stop, pulling me out of my daydreaming. I quickly stand and make for the exit. As soon as my feet touch the ground, I find myself face-to-face with the beautiful familiarity of Japan's charm as I start to walk in the direction of my grandmother's house.