Aomine Daiki x Oc〈Kuroko No Basuke | Good Morning Call〉

Chapter 4

What a start
Good Morning Call

Last night was rather awkward. I avoided the tanned bluenette, and since I had a meal with Kise, dinner was merely a snack; mainly, I stayed in my room, listened to music and doodled while watching TV. Eventful.

Today: the alarm familiarly echoed off the walls in the early hours of the morning, and routinely I got up and had a shower, dried my hair and dressed myself in Touou's uniform, all simultaneously done with the leisure of silence?

"He's not up yet, huh?"

My eyes pan to the clock:

07:19

He's gonna be late... unless I...

The thought crosses my mind, and I sip my tea, putting it down on the kitchen table with a mini thud amongst the substantial silence that's hung in the air. Glazed, I stared at the clock, my ears vibrating as it ticked, sounding like thunder as the only noise strung around me.

"That stupid brat." I state dryly, ultimately deciding to get his lazy butt out of bed.

Cautious— I tip-toed over to his bedroom, all too well attempting to be quiet, but as soon as I nudged the door, even by a centimetre, it creaked like an ancient floorboard.

Oh well, scrap that, I thought as I stomped over to his bed, earning a stirr and a groan, grabbing his pillow from beneath his head to hit him forcefully. "Wake up, Ahomine, for the love of God!" I cry with utter disbelief, playfully hitting him extra even though he was clearly awake now.

"Oi, get the hell out." His grip is herculean and unwavering, furtive, as he snatches the pillow off of me and tosses it aside. "What are you doing, damnit?"

"Do your eyes deceive you?" I ask comically with a sarcastic element, watching him sit up, his cover falling off of his tanned, ripped chest, which I pause at, but shake my head and continue, "Or can you not tell it's 07:22am! Are you an actual idiot? You'll be late—"

"Just get out, and who cares if I'm late? I'm late all the time." Standing, he yawns, his arms stretching in a circular motion, resulting in his stomach muscles tensing, and I inwardly take a breath, and look away.

"You're terrible." I affirm, crossing my arms over my chest.

I turn on my heel, and walk towards the door, grabbing my bag on the way. For some reason, my mind tells me to look back, thus I catch myself falling into is gaze, observing the way his features rise with anticipation, but then a smirk as my glance wanders down, again. Curse him.

"Yukimura."

I jolt at the sound of my name in his octave, feeling pleasure as a chill ran across my skin.

"Quit staring at me, or am I just too attractive?" He coyly smiles, and walks over, leaning against the door frame with an ambience of arrogance. "Who's the pervert, now?"

I huff, feeling my cheeks grow hotter and click my tongue. "Still you..."

With that, I exit the appartment, wondering if he'll come in today, or not.

I arrive at Touou, very much on time, and disheartened, walk to my first lesson: Japanese History.

Taking pleasure, I seat myself in the far right back corner, contently next to the window which overlooks the campus grounds— tree's, flowers and the light swoosh of the wind sets my mind at ease.