Aomine Daiki's Infatuation. - Aomine X Reader.

Sympathy

Aomine's tall figure towers over me in docility, an intent state of boredom paired with informality as he stands hind my build, finger in ear as he fumbles the canal to his hearts content.

"Stop searching for gold." cringing, I shake my head, his eyes narrowing at my remark.

"Both you and Satsuki are both equally annoying." a firm hand brought to my forehead as my other pushes the burly muscles of Aomine towards a bathroom.

"Yeah, yeah." my hand motions for him to shoo.

"After you've washed your hands, feel free to meet me in room 12, this floor. Don't get lost. Like your finger just did." shivering with jest "gross." I chuckle.

"Tche, and you're not? I bet money you've done grosser things." once again, a plain facial expression turns from neutral to perversity.

"Such as:" he begins, his fingers elevated as he starts to count the many grotesque and perverted thoughts lurking in his brain.

Before Aomine proceeds, he finds a heat radiating between his lips and flesh. My hand over his mouth.

"Not the time or place Aomine." shooting daggers at him as I playfully jab his side. His face performs neutral, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Hands finding their way to his pockets, as he ambles towards the blue stick man nailed to the bathroom door.

Stumbling over towards the door, 12 etched on the closed barrier. I enter the room. Empty.

The sheer white sheets removed, the glistening cleanliness of the room had me questioning if I'd mistaken the door for twelve.

"No, it's the right room." peering at the numbers, slurring to myself underneath my inconsistent breath.

Aomine enters my peripheral vision, slumped at the door beside the frame.

"She run off at the sight of you?" he retorts, an underlying glint of witticism in his rich blue eyes. "Very funny." sarcasm read from the guise of my countenance.

"Well, where is she?" he enquires.

"Good question." my features ridden with bewilderment.

Through the door slowly paced walks a nurse, meeting our eyes in surprise. I recognised her from the first visit.

"Miss (l/n). I suppose you heard the news then. Sincerest of apologies. She kept us on our toes." empathetic eyes unknowing where to look, a slight laugh escapes.

"I'm sorry? What news?" eagerly awaiting for questions to be answered, a hand placed on bony structured shoulders as the nurse foreshadows the truth beforehand.

"Didn't you receive our calls?" She asks as her face contort to sympathy.

I look at the screen of my phone to find the battery dead. "I didn't... My phone must have died."

The nurse ushers me to sit in the chair in the corner of the room. "[Gran's Name] passed away peacefully earlier this morning. We was informed that her condition had deteriorated quite significantly, therefore, we took the appropriate measures to ensure ultimate peace. We tried contacting you whilst this was ongoing, however, we couldn't reach your line, now I know why. The stories she told displays your credit to her, and she never left without thinking of you. She told me to relay a message. In her words: "Remember what I said last visit. Shogi...maybe another time. Everything will be okay, I love you." at this point the world begins to reach a standstill, every red traffic light in the globe of my mind had paused.

The drowning mumbles of a river flowing fills the room, a hand commiseratingly buffs the fabric on my back. Whilst a sheepish Aomine observes the scene.

The nurse turns towards the crown of vivid navy. Patting the lateral end of Aomine's collar, she gives him the look of, 'you know what to do.'

But he doesn't.
He's completely clueless.

I knew she wasn't well, and I know that she knew that she wasn't well either, but I didn't think it would happen so suddenly...

"Hey. C'mon, lets get out of here."
A rough hand is offered, infirmly taking it, I am upraised from my position.

No consolation from him, just silence and scuffing shoes against green carpeted corridors.

I felt his glances, somewhat worried balls of blue just itching to embrace the fragility of my vulnerability, but Aomine didn't know affection as much as he wished he did.

"Oi." Aomine softly speaks.

"Hm?" without a raise of my battered face of downpour, situated in it's limp form.

"Hey." he pulls me to a halt by the forearm ever so slightly, two lengthy tan fingers finding their way above to where my chin sat as it rested on my chest.

"I know we're only a few weeks into knowing each other properly, and I know I don't understand your situation, but she wouldn't want to see you so choked up. Do her the favour of letting her pass peacefully." in a gentle manner, his voice slightly wavers as his eyes penetrate mine.

"I'm sorry. I can't do this right now, maybe you should... I don't know. Let me know how the game goes with Kaijo. Though I'm positive that I only need to guess the outcome." setting my legs in motion, I once again curb, "And, uh. Speak to Momoi for me. I'm going to take some time off. Thanks."

A pause follows.

"Don't be stupid, (y/n)." He raises his voice from behind.

"Shit, I know I come across as not giving a rats ass about much. Probably most of the time. But, I ain't all that bad." Upon approach, sincerity overrides the agitation, the intimidation, the boredom and any negative emotions that Aomine would typically sport.

Simply sympathy, and a feeling that was being surpressed, I searched his eyes for the key to that locked suppression, but to no avail, but it somewhat brought me calm.

"I'll have the match postponed for a later date, I can play against Kaijo at any other time, but right now, I think you need someone to be there. I sure as shit know what it's like to want that shoulder, and for nobody to be there to offer it up. So for once, I can be that for someone." And for once, he followed through with that.

Aomine spent the night trying to cheer me up. Of course, he failed miserably. But it was the thought that made it worthwhile.

His newfound sensitive side was easily becoming my favourite. I feared that it would dissappear as everything resolved itself. But a miniscule part of me, sensed something between us.

And as another late night began reaching closure, I slipped into another slumber, yet this one full of pain.
Though sleeping soundly in the company of someone else, Aomine proceeds towards me. And although I was intensively asleep, I felt a rare gesture of benevolence surge through the butterflies in my stomach. The limited cheek to cheek smile of Aomine.

In which I'd much prefer to see awake.