Aomine x Reader - Glass 2.0

Chapter 1

A/N: Welcome readers! Some of you may be reading this story again for a second time, so here's what you need to know: The most change to this story will occur in later chapters, but I would still read the first chapters in this reboot because I'm switching up certain elements and rearranging the cutoffs in chapters! Also, look forward to an epilogue this time! For new readers: Welcome! Reading the 2.0 version of this story or the original first makes no difference. They roughly follow the same plot in the beginning, so you should be all set. So, without further ado: 

Sand, sun, the ocean breeze, who doesn't love the beach?

Basketball players, that's who. Never had a basketball team felt so much fatigue and pain in their legs. The lack of "bounce" in the sand was also a problem for those who preferred to dribble the ball.

For the boy's basketball team of Tōō Academy, the beach no longer held any appeal. However, for the girl's soccer team, it wasn't too bad. They had the privilege of running on the hard sand near the water. The occasional jog past the shirtless basketball team didn't hurt either. So you can probably guess who drew the short end of the hypothetical stick.

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(Last Name)(Name) was absolutely thrilled when she heard that her soccer team was planning a training camp at the beach, and she was indifferent when she heard that they'd be sharing an inn with the boy's basketball team to save money. She'd played basketball for two years herself, but decided it really wasn't for her.

Upon an investigation of the basketball team, that stemmed from sheer boredom and a connection with their manager, she began to find the individuals of the team interesting. They all had character, but for the most part, she couldn't care less what they did. Their regular ascension to the championships was pretty cool, though.

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The soccer team had stopped for a water break, by pure coincidence of course (wink), near the makeshift basketball court in the sand.

Usually (Name) would be talking to her teammates at this kind of break in practice, but she found herself unable to tear her gaze away from one of the boys playing basketball. He was simply dominating, there was no other word for it. He was very tan with a head of unusually dark blue hair. (Okay, it would only be unusual if (Name) was back in her home country.)

The boy didn't even seem to be bothered by the fact he couldn't dribble. He'd just jump halfway across the court when passed to. (Name) made a mental note to ask Satsuki about him. It was really hard to take her eyes off him when he exuded so much confidence.

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Aomine Daiki was growing tired of this training camp from hell; Mentally of course; it was absolutely beneath him to be physically tired after such a short time spent training. It was all he could do not to snap at Momoi every time she'd say something. After all, she was the one who had tricked him into coming along on this nightmare of a trip.

He tried to forget about the situation and focus on the challenge that this dreadful sand presented to his dunks instead. But, as much as the sand should have drawn all his focus, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was an extra pair of eyes on him. They were burning right into his back and his hands as he made the next dunk. It wasn't a hostile feeling... But it wasn't quite pleasant either.

Normally stares wouldn't mean anything to him, they were always in ample supply, but right now... he felt a tad self conscious, and it bothered him immensely. Shaking his head, he tried to make up for the feeling with a forceful dunk.

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Everyone near that makeshift court froze as the sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the beach area.

Silence followed the event and then a 'tsk' from a perpetrator. Aomine stood in the midst of a dangerous marriage of glass shards and white sand.

He was the first to make a remark about the incident. "Well, shit."

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Due to the dramatic loss of the basketball hoop, the team was forced to retreat to the inn and spend the rest of the day talking strategy and resting.

It was almost a positive development for everyone on the team, except Aomine. He sat, confined to a lounge chair in his room, with his feet bandaged. It may have been a great opportunity to take a nap or just generally be lazy, which he normally would have taken without a moment's hesitation, but he was itching to find the source of that stare he felt earlier. It shouldn't have bothered him, but here he was, worrying about a stranger he only could see out of his peripheral vision. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep and take his mind off his gently forced imprisonment.

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(Name) dragged herself back to the inn, groaning as she anticipated the amount of lactic acid that would be settled in her legs tomorrow. Was it legal to force someone to do so many squats and lunges? Okay, 'forced' was the wrong word. (Name) knew she loved the rush of accomplishment she felt after a tough session. Still, she would be in for a world of pain tomorrow morning.

Hobbling up the stairs, she grabbed a change of clothes and ran for the showers. There was no way she was going to be the last to take a shower.

(Name) turned on the water and allowed her mind to transform from that of a disciplined athlete to that of a wanderer.

It wasn't surprising when she found herself coming back to that one boy, like an iron nail to a powerful magnet. Or at least, the thought of him was. She knew nothing of him past his appearance and his skill set. He could be repulsive, and (Name) really wasn't up for dealing with such a person this weekend. Nevertheless, she was too curious not to try and find out.

The next idea that popped into her head, she considered entertaining; She had seen that he'd cut his feet on the shards of glass in the sand. Maybe she could just happen to swing by the infirmary of the in to do some mystery-boy-recon, under the guise that she needed an ice pack. That whole plan would probably be a better option than asking Satsuki for his whereabouts. (Name) didn't want to come off as too interested. Satsuki would think (Name) had a crush on the boy. (Name) could only cringe and cover her ears in remembrance of the squeal-fest she'd endured the last time she mentioned something even remotely involved with romance to Satsuki. It was one thing to ask about the incident, but it was another thing entirely to inquire solely about the boy. Why did a simple question need so much planning?

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(Name) was soon forced out of the shower by her sweaty and cranky teammates. They were in such a hurry, in fact, (Name) was forced to wear only a bathrobe in her rush. She just didn't have time to dry her hair properly, and there was no way she was letting her clothes get soaked because of it.

Tightening the strip of fuzzy cloth that held the (f/c) bathrobe closed, (Name) stepped into the main hall, trying to comb the tangles out of her dripping hair with her fingers. Ugh. It was such a pain to carry so much stuff to the bathroom. (Name) looked down to readjust the bundles of clothing in her arms, but kept walking. Then she walked right into a wall. Wait, no. The walls of the inn weren't cloth. Or warm. Eh?!

Taking a step back, (Name) gazed up into the face of the one and only 'Dunk Boy' (she had given him this name for lack of good things to call him in the absence of his name).

"Oi-", the poor guy couldn't even get out two words before he was interrupted by (Name).

She jumped back and pointed a finger at his face with a kind of urgency, "It's you!"