Aomine Daiki's Infatuation. - Aomine X Reader.

Uninvited

The reverberation of Aomine's footsteps growing more distant every second that night, filled me with a feeling of solitude, alongside relief. I remember nothing much other than the heavy traction of his trainers leaving my home, as my eyelids covered the dimly lit room in a static like darkness, falling deeply asleep from the tiresome day I'd gone through.

That following morning, the audible sound of a singular beep came from the lit monitor that was my phone. Groggily, I jolt in surprise, peering over to the light projecting from the screen. My eye's half closed like crescent moons, adjusting to the characters that read out 'Messages'.

I scan the phone for an ID, momentarily pausing to search for who might be waking me in the morning. Of course, it was Aomine. I really am stupid for leaving my phone in his possession.

Allowing adequate time for my eyes to fully adjust to the room lighting, I sit up leisurely, opening the unread message, it read: "Get to the gym. Pronto. Satsuki won't stop moaning about how worried she is about you. It's been pissing me off all morning, and like hell I'm gonna listen to it all day."

I imagined Aomine displaying his irritated expression, multiple veins rising to the surface of his forehead as he snarls akin to a territorial dog, typing all the more rapidly as he nears the end of his sentence. Well, maybe just a little over exaggeration.

I conjure up the words to reply to his message, another beep emits from the speaker attached to the rear of the cased phone. Another message from Aomine. "You're late, by the way." As I glance towards the mounted clock to my right. Oops.

Responding with a nonchalant: "You're a thousand years too late to be telling me of how late I am. Maybe I should take today off too. It'll spare me of your teasing."

Almost immediately, as if his eyes were glued to the screen awaiting a response, I receive a quick reply. "Tche, Whatever. I'm not putting up with Satsuki's whining, so you either get your ass down here, or consider me on my way." I contemplate the outcome if I was to ignore his unceasing moaning. A part of me didn't want to go to school so soon after yesterday's event at Tsubaka, but I wasn't big on Aomine knocking my front door off of it's hinges either.

Decisions, decisions.

My mind bounces back and forth from one to the other. I apparently don't get to decide, as my phone vibrates in my limp hand, the familiar caller ID of Aomine. Picking up, a low, raspy grunt infiltrates my ear.

"You left me no choice. Disrupting my routine nap, you owe me." Another growl departs from his mouth in utter annoyance.

"You barely gave me long enough to reply anyway. What difference does it make? I owe you nothing." I reply, "Just get out here, the more time you waste, the less I get to sleep." Yet again his impudent tone of voice yawps down the phone as he hangs up.

With a brisk swipe of my hand lugging my bag from the floor, I push firmly downward on the handle, standing to face the figure of Aomine leaning beside the door. "You ready then?" I say gently, walking ahead of his lazily plodding build. Barely speaking, Aomine neither. Yesterdays ordeal had encased me in a shell of quietness. Unable to find a gateway to conversation in the flesh.

Aomine initiates one, to my surprise. "What was yesterday about?" briskly halting, I unnoticeably shake my head, continuing to walk in front of Aomine.