Aomine Daiki's Infatuation. - Aomine X Reader.

Deviant

Well toned and muscular, Aomine, the luxuriosly tanned male who had invaded my living space, revolves himself to face me. 

"So that explains why you've been so down in the dumps lately." his navy orbs reflecting the yellow bulb that was heated from the lamp lit against his rugged appearance.

"What's changed now that you know? other than, that. you know." What exactly could I have said? it's true that nothing had changed, yet it seemed nice to be in his company, and a heavy weight had been lifted from my hunched shoulders after knowing he'd found out, that I was no longer the only person burdening the thought.

"Man I don't do well in these situations." Aomine rubs his temples in frustration, unknowing how to approach the issue at hand.

"A problem shared is a problem halved? or something like that. If you need to vent about it, then I'm all ears." Is he trying to console me? chuckling at his efforts, I'm almost surprised he didn't keel over in result.

"What, what's so funny?" Aomine bashfully retorts, my hands elevating in surrender as he agitatedly sighs.

"Tche, I'm hungry. Food." pointing to his mouth as an order to feed him. If it's not, 'I'm tired' it's 'I'm hungry.' 

My eyes upturn in pique, advancing towards the scullery, I bellow from the rear room in the house, "What do you want?!" howling at the top of my lungs over the voices emitting from the TV.

In ambles a giant, a deflecting, mischievous expression impressed on his features, somewhat of perversion pulling at his lips as the curvature of the left corner raises. 

A deviant smirk.

"You." in his raspy, low pitched voice, he steps forward, approaching, I sensed the vague jest underlying in his tone, but something about his response made me feel like I was hearing things.
Howbeit, I still matched the shade of beet in the jar placed on the worktop.

A small laugh escaping Aomine's mouth as he plants himself on a kitchenette stool. "Whatever you've got will do. I don't care." placing his mid length hair on the table in front. Somewhat in a fleeting sadness "A-Aomine, you're such a pervert! I happen to maintain my dignity should you know!" I say flustered, hunting the cupboards. 

"Yeah, yeah, prude." another yawn escaping his mouth.

"Seriously, you could pass for being an elder with how much sleep you require, for someone supposedly active I'd have expected above average energy levels." sitting opposite him after having lit the gas stove, cerulean combines with the mixture of warm orange flames on a medium heat as the pasta boiled away in the saucepan.

Without raising his head, he begins, "Energy? Sounds exhausting..." replying, yet once more met with a slight smile and a brief shake of my head, as a comfortable pause rests between us.

"Doesn't it get lonely here? it's so quiet..." He caught me off guard I suppose, as he proceeds, I just listen intently.

"I don't really get along well with my parents, so I've first-hand experience with being on my own." Aomine was reaching out and confiding in someone, and it shocked me, because never in a million years had I thought it would be me.

Stunned, I sat there for a moment, unable to find the words. Clearing his throat, he quickly utters, "Uh, it doesn't matter. How long is that food going to take? I'm going to disappear if it doesn't hurry up." sighing under his hair, I raise from the surface to finish up the food preparations, decorating it with fresh basil leaves.

"Anyhow, shouldn't you be at the academy by now?" I question, placing the bowl of tomato and basil pasta in alignment with his nose as I peer up at the clock.

"Eh, and you shouldn't?" retaliating he asks. "I have an excuse, what's yours?" playfully questioning him.

"My excuse?" he pauses, "Why would I need an excuse? I come and go as I please." continuing to wolf down the bowl of shell pasta in front of him.

"So egotistical." I say to myself mid sigh.

"Shut up and eat your food." he mumbles with a full mouth, shaking my head for what might be the fifth time today, I take the empty dish from him and approach the sink. Glowing brown arms reaching from behind my waist.

"You cooked it, I ate it, I'll clean it." Peering above me, deep blue locks falling from his face as he leers down, his eyes perforating mine as they meet.

Stepping aside almost clad in crimson red skin, the warmth of his body sending heat to rise to my cheeks.

"Okay domestic goddess, that's new. I'm surprised you're not passed out by now, and he has manners!" I chuckle, picking up the front door keys as I tread towards the hinged barrier.

Aomine finishes up, meeting me at the front door, the sun flares attacking my eyes as I elevate a hand to block it's rays.

"Here, hold this, it's too hot out here." tossing his new black and red jersey at me.

"Why exactly are you wearing it today, actually? Don't you only wear this when you have a game?" I enquire.

"Yeah, I have a game with copycat later." copy...cat?  "Come again? Who's copycat?" running a burly hand through his hair, he replies. "Kaijo, Kise. Didn't Satsuki tell you anything?" he questions as if to say she was useless.

"She'd meant to, as you know, something came up." slipping on his slightly oversized jersey, he intently observes my movements as I do so.

"All you need to know is, big game tonight, Kaijo." he bluntly replies.

"Very descriptive, Aomine". We both entered the double automatic doors, crowded with people. it'll be a miracle if we don't get separated here. Aomine's eyes scan the long transport, noticing the amount of people present. his usual audible exhalation of breath exits his mouth as he grabs my wrist, almost tripping in the doorway of the bus, I hold my chest in relief. Shooting a cold stare towards his imposing build as to not start a commotion. In response, he sticks out his tongue at me, feeling triumphant that I was unable to retaliate whilst being amongst people in a public setting. 

Glancing down at his lengthy fingers, his large hands concealing my smaller ones, enough for me to notice the chemistry lingering like an invisible thread. That familiar feeling of embarrassment and nervousness collecting in my stomach. The whole trip was spent in silence if not for the sounds of the wheels grazing against the road.

Stopping at the entrance of Tsubaka, Aomine carelessly pulls me from the bus, my feet colliding with the asphalt, a firm thud as the stones brush against my soles. Wrist in hand, we carry on walking towards the entrance.

"Aomine." he glances towards my call, my eyes conducting his to the flesh-on-flesh taction of bronze, mixing seamlessly with my own tone.

Quickly releasing my arm, a miniscule hint of deep pink arises to the surface of his dark skin, raising his hand to his face as he looks away. "Come on, hurry Up. Satsuki will kill me if I'm late" rushing me of my walking pace, I couldn't help but present a small smile. 

When he displays tact, I feel an overwhelming amount of contentedness. Part of me, didn't want him to let go.