Aomine Daiki's Infatuation. - Aomine X Reader.

Uninvited

The sound of Aomine's footsteps echoed across the gravel, each crunch fading into the darkness until the sound was completely replaced by stillness. I felt loneliness creep into the house's walls with each stride that took him further away, yet there was also a quiet, irrefutable relief woven within. The last thing I remember before my eyelids dropped was the sound of his sneakers dragging heavily on the stones, which was the last indication that he had disappeared.

As if someone had pulled a veil across my eyes, the faint lamplight faded into a muted glow and eventually vanished into a blackness that resembled static. Weariness weighed me down, and I fell into the type of sleep that only a completely exhausted body could fall into, the day's troubles collapsing beneath me.

The next morning, the delicate haze of half-dreams was broken by a piercing beep that cut through the quiet of my room. It came from my phone's brightly lit monitor, which had a glaring glow on its screen against the darkness. With a slow start, my sleep-heavy muscles jolted me awake, and I blinked in the direction of the light. My droopy eyelids, reminiscent of narrow crescent moons, tried to open as the blur of shapes became clearer. In a stark contrast to the darkness of my field of view, letters appeared out of the brightness, spelling out: Messages.

Eyes still groggy from sleep, I look at the glowing screen and swipe my fingertip across it to check the ID. Aomine's name appears on the display, smug – even in pixels. I should have known better than to leave my phone within his reach. 

Allowing enough time for my eyes to adjust to the screen's light, I drag myself upright, bones heavy with sleep. Phone in hand, I thumb open the unread message. 

"Oi, get your ass to the gym. Now. Satsuki won't shut up about how worried she is, and it's pissing me off. She's been whining in my ear since morning, and I'm not about to deal with that crap all damn day."

I imagined Aomine's face tightening with frustration, veins ready to emerge across his forehead as he let out a fierce snarl, akin to that of a territorial dog. His fingers hammered the keys faster and faster, as if he were racing himself to the end of his sentence. ... Okay, that might be a little over the top, but it was still an amusing mental image.

I start typing out a reply, only for the phone's speaker to beep again. Another message from Aomine pops up.

"Tch. By the way, you're late, idiot."

I glance at the wall clock to my right. Damn. He's right.

"If being late were a competition, you'd be centuries behind. Maybe I'll take today off, too – just to save us both from your snark." I playfully respond.

My phone buzzes with his response almost immediately, as if he had been waiting while staring at his screen.

"Tch. Whatever. Not dealin' with Satsuki's nagging, so either drag your ass here, or I'm coming over. Your choice."

I suppress a groan as I consider my alternatives. After yesterday's chaos at Tsubaka, it seemed very tempting to skip school. However, visualising Aomine beating on my door till it collapses? ... Not worth it.

"Decisions, decisions," I mumbled, but it appeared that my opinion was irrelevant. His name lit up on the screen as my phone vibrated once again. Resigning, I swipe to accept his incoming call.

The very first thing I hear is that low, half‑asleep growl of his.

"Oi. You left me no choice. You messed up my nap routine – so you owe me."