Aomine x Reader - Glass 2.0

Chapter 3

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(Name) was caught off gaurd.

"Um... uh... sure."

Aomine visibly relaxed and said, "Meet me outside the dining hall tonight and we'll find some seats."

(Name) nodded and then spoke as an afterthought. "Don't lose those crutches. I will be making sure you're not walking on those feet. It's your pick, handstands or crutches."

Aomine grinned and retorted, "Since you love touching my feet so much."

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The dinner that night was Chicken Broccoli Alfredo, with whole-grain linguini (per request of the coaches). It felt a bit weird, sitting alone with Aomine, mainly because (Name) could almost literally feel the stares of her teammates. But there was no way she was going to look back at them and face the harassment. She was going to get a good ribbing anyways, but tonight would not be the night.

Aomine was really into the Alfredo. (Name) watched him stuff his face without pause for the better part of 10 minutes. She was finding it quite difficult to not laugh.

She twisted some of the dish around her fork, laughed, and spoke up. "Enjoying the meal?"

"Ymsh."

He was seriously trying to talk with that mouth full of food. A little ill-mannered, but the effort was appreciated.

Aomine finally swallowed enough of his food to reply. "Yes."

He was dead serious about that massive plate of food. It was almost a little rude that he was the one that had proposed that they eat together and here he was, with only one spoken word for the night.

(Name) scoffed silently. His mouth was for that broccoli-alfredo only. Not that (Name) minded much; She enjoyed simply being in his presence. It was just that she found his question a tad ironic.

(Name) took a bite of the garlic bread, smiling to herself.

"Hey."

His deep voice had reached in her mind to grab (Name) from her thoughts.

(Name) turned to look at him rather sharply, almost alarmed, seeing how he had spoken so suddenly. He didn't react to her expression, so she figured it was alright.

"You're in my English class, right?" He twisted more pasta onto his fork.

(Name) actually had to picture her English class in her mind in order to recall whether he was or not.

"Oh, yeah! I suppose I am."

(Name) said this as nonchalantly as possible, and then added another statement. "Funny how school feels so far away right now."

Aomine grunted in agreement through another mouthful of food. He simply couldn't trust himself to speak after hearing her laugh earlier. She was no less than captivating. Nothing below intriguing. He could've melted when he looked up to see her smiling ever-so-slightly at her plate, with cheeks of a rosy tint.

It was one thousand times worse when she looked at him.

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Finally, the training camp from hell was over, and (Name) was free; Almost.

She still had to survive the 3 hour bus ride it took to get back to school. Yawn.

As (Name) slid into an empty window seat where she could reminisce about the past couple of days, she felt herself being pushed against the window by some unknown mass. Too close! Too close! Must preserve... Personal bubble...

(Name) turned to face the mystery force and quickly came to a realization. The said 'force' was a tanned arm, awkwardly trying to make room in the seat next to (Name). Soon enough, its owner turned to look at (Name).

"Aomine!"

"....yo."

(Name) was about to tell him that she had planned to sit with (Friend's Name), but something stopped her. It could have been her sudden urge to talk to him, or the fact that the bus was already moving; Who knows~?

The days following that dinner had bland and busy. (Name) only saw Aomine when their teams passed each other during jogs. One could feasibly think that the pair would at least be able to sit down and talk at dinner, but the coaches of the two teams seemed determined to separate them. Either one practice went long, or another was assigned to ice baths right after.

How childish, if anyone on either team was there to hook up, they wouldn't be playing a sport for Tōō Academy. Champions are self-disciplined.

Still, (Name) found herself disappointed. He was just... gravitational. It was like she was in orbit around Earth, unable to tear her gaze away, and unable to escape his gravitational pull.

Yet, here he was, sitting next to her, and (Name) still couldn't bring herself to say a single word. With a small sigh, she resigned to listen to some music. However, she only put one earbud in, she didn't want to appear as if she was shutting him out.

After a few minutes, (Name) felt a rough tap on her shoulder, and she turned her head to look at the ace next to her. In a simple question, (Name) raised one eyebrow.

Aomine was always surprising her, and this interaction was certainly no exception.

"Can I... Uh... Listen?"

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Secretly, Aomine didn't care if he had music for the long bus ride or not, he just wanted to find out what kind of music (Name) liked. It was like, for the first time in his life, he felt something other than physical attraction. (Name) simply wasn't an object of his perverted attitude.

He'd probably take a bath in a tub full of broken glass just to have her by his side. Put simply, he wanted to know everything there was to know about (Last Name) (Name).

Back to (Name), who blinked in a mild duration of confusion and stuttered out, "Uh... yeah."

She complied with his request, switching earbuds, and handing him the right while taking the left for herself. It hadn't even occurred to (Name) that her playlist included a bunch of songs from (Home Country) in (Language). Well, it hadn't occurred to her until it was too late. (Name) closed her eyes, waiting for the awkward mention of the subject that would most definitely ensue.

Instead, her ears were greeted with a reverberating laugh and a question.

"Fascinated with (Home Country), huh?"

Aomine grinned at her, and (Name) imagined that she might never recover.

Nevertheless, she shook her head lightly in reply and then laughed ever so slightly.

"Well, I guess I am entitled to like things from my home country."

"You're... You're from (Home Country)?", queried the suddenly unsteady voice of the suddenly tense boy next to her.

She answered him with a simple nod.

"So... So you're a transfer student?"

Something cracked in Aomine when he saw her shake her head. That left one option-

"I'm an exchange student."

It would have been a little too much for Aomine if she told him how long she would be staying, so he simply smirked and said, "Interesting," while slinging an arm around her shoulders.

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While Aomine's face seemed to reveal a casual mindset about the contact, (Name)'s wide eyes painted a livid picture of her shock. His arm was heavy, warm, and... strangely comforting. Slowly, (Name) accepted the gesture and laid her head on his (well- muscled) shoulder, letting her music invade her thoughts. Soon enough, (Name) just couldn't help it, and she fell asleep.