Aomine x Reader - Glass 2.0

Chapter 2

A/N: Things are now starting to deviate from Glass. Also, suggestions are open for these damn chapter titles. I can't bring myself to think of good ones.

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Aomine peered lazily down at the girl pointing at him. "Hah?"

This just barely drew a response from the girl, who held her eyes wide open and unwillingly kept every muscle in her body tensed.

"You're-" (Name) almost said 'Dunk Boy', but reasoned against it and still managed to say something even less intelligent. "...you." Oh how she would love to melt into the wall and disappear. She couldn't help it though, his eyes were just so intense, she couldn't keep her train of thought for very long under his expectant countenance.

Just as she was contemplating sprinting down the hall, away from the tall boy, he surprised her and laughed, "Funny. You've been stalking me, then."

(Name) gave him a blank stare and simply said, "No." What a wild assumption for someone to make.

An awkward silence that (Name) did not enjoy festered in the space between them. She became painfully aware of her hair slowly soaking her bathrobe. Not only was a wet bathrobe uncomfortable, but the sensation of being out in the open with only a bathrobe for more than 5 minutes was equally unpleasant.

Thankfully for her, the boy spoke again.

"Eh. Whatever. Call me whatever you like." And with that, he brushed past her, continuing down the hall.

Then she caught him.

"H-Hey! Should you even be walking right now?" She had suddenly remembered that the boy's feet had been immersed in broken glass earlier in the day.

Aomine stopped and smirked back at her over his shoulder, "Should you be walking around the halls with only that bathrobe?"

(Name)'s face turned an impressive shade of firetruck-red, but she persisted, if not out of concern, then out of a need to direct the attention somewhere other than her lack of proper clothing.

"S-seriously! You could reopen the cuts and get an infection!"

With this statement, she gestured to his bandaged feet, already traitorously revealing spots of red.

The boy raised an eyebrow and shrugged, surprising (Name) once again by sort of heeding her plea disguised as a warning.

"Well, I'm up now. And unless you want to carry me..."

Damn. He had a point.

"Can you do a handstand?", she weakly suggested, the idea posed as a question.

"No," was the blunt reply. He was facing her full on now.

"..." It took another second before a smile crawled onto (Name)'s lips.

She sighed dramatically, "What a shame. Such a prestigious athlete can't even do a simple handstand."

Right there. She hit a nerve. A growl was drawn from the throat of the teen in question, who was so drawn into the challenge, he didn't even bother to wonder how she knew of his power.

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Aomine marched over to her, and stood dangerously close. He loomed over her (height) frame.

"Who are you?" He was trying to call upon his natural powers of intimidation.

However, the girl across from him refused to back down once again; she was entrenched in this now. She returned his powerful stare with her own (e/c) gaze.

"(Last Name) (First Name). Nice to meet you."

"Aomine Daiki." He hoped his name would somehow imprint the gravity of his being into this girl. Where was that stuttering girl from 5 minutes ago?!

(Name) folded her arms over her chest when she noted his line of sight dip, drawing a small 'tch' from Aomine. Damn, this girl was perceptive.

He considered walking away to save him the energy it would take to argue with her, but he didn't. She intrigued him.

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To (Name)'s surprise, he stepped back, leaned forward, and transitioned into a handstand.

With a grunt, he asked, "Happy?"

(Name) blinked in surprise, but smiled in spite of herself.

"This way."

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It was punishment on the muscular boy's arms, but the view wasn't horrible.

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It had occurred to (Name) that she couldn't simply lead him back to his room, she had absolutely no idea where it was. In an attempt to be somewhat dignified, she led him to the infirmary to have his bandages changed.

(Name) watched the doctor carefully apply some antibiotic goo, check the few stitches on his feet, and take out the bandages.

"You got a blood fetish or something," Aomine grunted at her.

(Name) jumped a little, but soon smiled, not taking her eyes off of the doctor's gentle hands.

"I'm considering going into medical school and every bit helps."

Just as Aomine was about to open his mouth to reply, the doctor spoke up,"Medical school, huh?" She smiled,"You can come over here and get some hands-on practice if you'd like. His cuts aren't too bad."

In no time, (Name) had washed her hands and sat next down to the friendly doctor, ready to bandage some feet.

"O-Oi! Don't I get a say in all this?" Aomine was suddenly very uncomfortable and began to squirm in his chair.

"Nope. Now sit still." The friendly doctor hummed and started to talk (Name) through the process.

Soon, (Name) was gently wrapping bandages around Aomine's feet, completely focused. It was only when she finished and looked up, did she realize how awkward it was for him. She vaguely wondered why; it was just bandages.

"Well done!" The doctor chirped and pushed the two teens out the door and shoved a pair of crutches into Aomine's arms.

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Neither (Name), nor Aomine, spoke a word, although their eyes said plenty to those who would be hypothetically observing.

Aomine's eyes kept returning to (Name)'s hands, he couldn't get the feeling of her gentle touch out of his head, even if it was only on his feet and ankles. On second thought, that was almost embarrassing. His feet weren't exactly the Versailles of feet. Who was this girl?

(Name), on the other hand, was looking at everything except Aomine. She was so entranced by her "studies" that she didn't even consider it was awkward or a big deal. That is, until she saw his expression.

"So, uh...", she stammered out, "Can you work with those crutches?"

He turned to her, momentarily snapped out of his trance, "... yeah."

"Oh, uh, okay. I'll see you around, I guess." She gave a slight wave and turned around.

"Wait," he called out to her. His voice was unusually soft and curious.

(Name) turned once again,"Hm?"

"Did you see... Were you there when I broke the hoop?"

(Name) perked up, she'd just been thinking about the incident. "I was."

She watched as his expression turned from understanding, to flustered, to tentative in a matter of seconds.

Finally he asked a question, but made it seem like a statement.

"Would you like to go to dinner."

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