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

Chapter 5

Ahomine
Good Morning Call

Last night's dinner was practically prepared by myself. Aomine is such a hog, I swear he ate double what I did. At least with him around, there's nothing wasted...

However, mentally, I kick myself with embarrassment for actually making him lunch. It was nothing much, I thought I might as well since I was making some for myself. He seemed to think differently, but I brushed it off.

Morning came, dragging along Wednesday with it. Yawning exaggeratingly, I stand up, rubbing my eyes in hopes the shower will wake me up somehow, and this heavy feeling in my head will wash down the drain like running water.

Opening the door, I walk out of my bedroom, and heave my legs along to the bathroom.

After my shower, I towl dry the ends of my hair— my mid-length brown locks fall around my chest, and I wrap the towel (tightly) around my body.

I step out, and jump at the sound of Aomine rummaging through the cupboards in the kitchen. His eyes clock to my figure, and he smirks, making me pinch my temples with incredulity.

"Wrapping that short towel tighter around your chest doesn't really help, Yukimura."

"Shut up, Aomine... this is as good as it gets." I stare at him, lifting my hands up and shrugging, "If you're unsatisfied, go to your dirty mags."

He raises an eyebrow with hints of humour on his features: his eyes stare back at me, intensely, and I shift under his glance. He smiles outwardly, responding, "Who said I was unsatisfied?"

Instantly, heat flushes over my face, and my mouth stutters to blurt back a reply. He seems amused at my now unsettled state, resulting in me glaring and muttering curses under my breath. With that, I walk out and focus on getting ready.

Seriously, stop that, you perve.

Once dressed, I hesitate at the door, but mentally knock my head on the wall; he's just a guy, and that's what guys think about, to be truthful. Shaking my head, I go over to the kitchen, sweat dropping to see the basketball prodigy isn't even there.

"Wow." I think a loud, sitting down at the breakfast table and begin to eat a ceral bar, "Why's he out so early? After all that 'I'm always late' rubbish. Jeez." I roll my eyes thinking about it, but cringe at my attempt to make an impression of him.

Well, his voice is reaaally deep.

Without warning, my phone rings, displaying my Mother's contact.

"Hey Mum." I introduce, stuffing another bite of breakfast down my throat.

"Sweetie! How are you? Are you healthy? How's school? Are you coping cooking for yourself—"

"Damn, slow down Mum." I chuckle, finishing my cereal bar and standing to put the wrapper in the bin. "I'm fine, first of all, school's great, got 100 on a quiz, actually, and guess what! I cooked an actual meal! It was okay, I mean not as good as yours, but it was nice."

"That's amazing to hear!"

"Yeah, when you need to cook because you're... living by yourself... it requires attention so I'm getting better." I lean on the counter, and sniffle a cough. I lied to my Mother. The question I repeatedly ask myself runs circles in my head: what would she do if she found out...?

"Haha, I thought so. And how are you coping money-wise?"

"Ehh, I'm alright for now. I'll most likely look for a job soon..." My eyes suddenly turn to the clock, and I fumble to get my bag, "I need to go! Thanks for calling, love you!"