Aomine Daiki's Infatuation. - Aomine X Reader.

Tall, Tan, and Muscular

I gently placed the box down on the oak bench, as instructed, when I heard the muffled sounds of a high-pitched woman arguing with a contrasting deep, gruff voice. "Stop skipping practice, Dai-chan!" she complained from behind the double doors. "Shut up. You're pissing me off!" He shot back, irritated. I cast a nervous glance around, unsure if I should intervene or leave the two to their argument. It was obvious that there was tension in the air. I decided that it was better to give them some space.

"Dai~!" she wailed as the doors swung open dramatically, resembling a scene from an action film. And there he was: tall, tan, and muscular, like a walking Greek statue, but with a vibe that said "stay away." In that instant, I felt my already little presence shrink to the size of a raisin. I couldn't help but feel intimidated by his imposing figure and steely expression. His presence seemed to suddenly make the room smaller and the air heavier.

I felt as though I was going to be eaten alive by his penetrating gaze as it whipped around across the room, like a hungry black panther hunting a helpless small mouse. I tried to find the courage to look away, but his magnetic energy tempted me to keep my gaze fixed on him.

Just then, Momoi chimed in, "Ah, [y/n-chan]!" Thank you for bringing the box. I hope you found your way here without getting lost." She fussed over me like a worried mother hen. The tension that had been building in the room was broken by Momoi's upbeat voice, and I felt a rush of relief wash over me.

Well, I sure made an elegant entrance, didn't I?

As my heart raced, I tried to appear nonchalant and replied, "Uh, nope, no trouble at all." My gaze fell to the floor, feeling Aomine's presence like a scorching heatwave.

"Okay, I'll just... uh, take my leave now," I muttered, rushing for the exit. But suddenly, that familiar, high-pitched voice halted me in my tracks. "Oh! [y/n], are you interested in basketball by any chance?" Momoi smiled at me, her enthusiasm pouring from her.

"I know a bit about it; why do you ask?" With an internal shriek of joy, I answered. Aomine arched an eyebrow before instantly reverting to his typical scowl, while a few strands of my hair fell into my face.

Aomine averted his gaze, making it obvious he was bored with the discussion. "That's great! If you're interested, I have a position open as an assistant manager." An excitement glistened in Momoi's eyes.

I wanted to jump up and down with excitement, but Aomine's intensity made me second-guess myself. "I don't know... Do you think I'd be good enough? We just met, after all." I couldn't help but smile from ear to ear, my cheeks flushing as I remembered those familiar, excited feelings, despite the intimidating presence of those deep blue eyes.

"Of course! It would be wonderful to have another member! Just give it a shot, okay?" She said, clasping her hands together like a child pleading for a cookie. Her confidence in me was contagious, and I felt an overwhelming sense of determination rush through me.

As if on cue, the room became silent, with all eyes on us. Wakamatsu suddenly lunged across the room and grabbed the collar of Aomine's shirt. "Missing practice again, huh? You jerk, where have you been?" he growled, almost spitting fire.

"Knock it off! I go where I want, when I want. Now let me go." Aomine snarled, his jaw hardening like a rock.

"Now, now, didn't he show up? Everyone, get back to practising!" Imayoshi chimed in with a mischievous lilt, causing Wakamatsu to release Aomine's collar with a huff. Wakamatsu sighed, defeated, as Aomine walked up to a basketball, his expression filled with apathy. The next thing I knew, he was rushing across the court like a bolt of lightning, leaping for the hoop.

"Oops!" he laughed, a smirk spreading over his face as he brought the entire thing down with him. Talk about overkill!

"Don't lecture me about practice. Call me out on it when you can actually beat me," Aomine fired back, his appearance a mix of anger and indifference. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.

"Tch, like that'll ever happen," he continues, their gazes locked in a struggle for dominance. As silence falls, a faint bell rings in the distance, indicating the end of the day.

"Hey Dai-chan, remember to practice tomorrow!" Momoi called out after him.

With a suppressed yawn, he muttered, "Yeah, yeah." With a sigh, Momoi whispered to herself, "Idiot..."

I watched Aomine's tall figure fade into the distance, thinking, So that's the tall, tan, and muscular idiot everyone's been talking about...