Aomine Daiki's Infatuation. - Aomine X Reader.

Suitcase

Tactful, Aomine was not, hence my bewilderment of his recent actions. His voice still hoarse and eargasmic, yet unusually tender and soft. His muscular build, harsh movements and almost violent, yet so gentle with a mere touch, a mere touch to send electrifying shocks throughout every millimeter of my body. I kept trying to make sense of the mystery that he was, always so black and white, yet since I came into the mix, I've seen another side. I've felt another side. I wanted to channel at will whatever I had awakened, whether laying dormant or anew. I was a fool to fall for him, but all I know, is that in every possible way, I want him.

Breaking free from my imprisoned thoughts, I thought it best to clean myself up a bit and change clothes, galavanting around my silenced abode, the quietness to shortly cease by the familiar running of water streaming from the shower head. Stripping down, my nude back is instantly heated up by the continuous run of water. Suddenly, a faint notification sound came from my cellphone outside the sheer shower curtain. I quickly washed, shaved and applied my favourite bathroom cosmetics before checking the source of the noise.

Momoi: where's Dai-chan going? He just left my house with a suitcase. ╮(´>д<)╭

My hearts beating quickened it's pace, a nauseating sensation overtaking my stomach.

I tapped out of the messages app, before replying to Momoi, it was a priority to find out about Aomine's whereabouts. I clicked the phone icon and there it was.

Aomine. The phone began ringing.