Aomine Daiki's Infatuation. - Aomine X Reader.

Practice

I slowly make my way over to his static form, my heart thumping in my chest. I diligently move an arm away from his face, feeling the fluttering of butterflies in my stomach, yet simultaneously wanting to keel over in a fit of involuntary laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation.

What a child, I thought, as a thin streak of drool flows from the edge of his mouth slowly. The sight of the intimidating Aomine Daiki in such a vulnerable frame is both endearing and comical. I prodded at his cheeks softly, hoping to wake him without having him scream 'go away' at me. To my astonishment, he opens one of his pools of deep blue, peering up at me with a mixture of disapproval and curiosity.

"Go away. I'm sleeping," he murmurs with a guttural voice. The low, husky tone raises the hairs on my arms, and my knees almost buckle beneath me. His voice, raspy from sleep, is unexpectedly alluring.

Falling for him on the second day in, I really am hopeless... But I was expecting much harsher words to come out of his mouth. Looks like I got lucky this time. The realisation that I'm developing feelings for this grumpy, intriguing man hits me like a ton of bricks.

After saying his final word, his eyes quickly closed. 

"You know Momoi won't take 'no' for an answer when it comes to practice, right? Tired or not, she'll find a way to get you there." I ask, immediately regretting my words. Why am I prolonging this interaction?

"That's just how it is these days," he mutters again. With the short phrase feedback and nothing to elaborate on, I began to walk from the almost empty classroom. The sound of my footsteps echoes in the quiet room.

As I near the cluttered halls, I hear shuffling following me. Turning to face the source of the noise, I'm met with none other than Aomine's shattered expression, his hands stuffed into his pockets in apparent boredom. Despite his lazy demeanour, there's an undeniable softness to his movements.

Huffing, he says, "Let's go, then," as his long legs easily outwalk mine. His stride is effortless, eating up the distance between us and our destination.

"Aomine, wait a second!" I exclaim, trying to match his lengthy strides, my breath coming in short bursts. He doesn't even look back, his voice calm and disinterested as he says, "You're the one who's slow. Let's go."

"Well, thank you for the compassion," I mumble, avoiding speaking too loudly before he jumps down my throat. The sarcasm in my voice is barely concealed.

He looks at me out of the corner of his eye, suddenly realising that we'd arrived at the gym in what seemed like no time at all. The familiar smell of rubber and sweat fills the air as we enter, reminding me of the rigorous training and teamwork taking place behind these walls.

I stroll into the main entrance, and Momoi notices my presence immediately. She dances her way towards me joyfully, her pink hair bouncing with each step. "I'm so glad you're here," she calls out, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

"I can't tell if I'm glad to be here yet, with Sleeping Beauty here." I smiled at her through tired eyes, stress building up as I referred to escorting Aomine, a task Momoi had casually dropped on me earlier that day. The nickname slips out before I can stop it.

I give her a subtle glance over my shoulder, and she quickly follows my cue. "Ah, Dai!" she exclaims, her face lighting up like a child on Christmas morning at the sight of him.

She slowly draws me away, resting a warm, comforting grasp on my arm. She whispers, "Look at him," with a faint tone of frustration. "He's so infuriatingly talented but never puts in the effort."

Aomine strolls leisurely over to a lone basketball. His movements are skilled and effortless, a dramatic contrast to his seeming disinterest. I can't help but admire how he makes even laziness seem graceful.

"He rarely shows up for practice," Momoi admits, lowering her voice as if telling a secret. "I've been trying to persuade him for months, but it's like talking to a wall. It's frustrating! I appreciate you bringing him here, [y/n]." Her sincere gratitude shines through her eyes, and a warm smile spreads across her beautiful features.

She looks away for a little while before returning her attention to the court and watching the teams as they practise. With a light-hearted eye roll, she continues, "I just hope he doesn't slack off today."

Since it's so difficult for him, why would he even bother turning up? It's bizarre. My eyes return to Aomine as I consider the possibility that Momoi might just be exaggerating the situation. His movements are so smooth and fluid that it almost looks like he's dancing with the ball as he idly dribbles the basketball.

As I watch him, I can't help but wonder what's going on in that head of his. There's clearly more to Aomine Daiki than meets the eye, and despite my better judgement, I find myself wanting to unravel the mystery that is this frustrating, captivating man.