Aomine Daiki's Infatuation. - Aomine X Reader.

Here.

I filter through my thoughts, where is he? Where does he plan to go?  Panic infiltrating my breath in search of the phones ringing to be silenced and replaced with Aomine's annoyance. *Beep beep*  "Yeah? What's up?" I let my held breath loosen as his reassuring voice flowed through the phone's speaker. "Momoi texted. What's with the suitcase?" eagerly awaiting his answer, he replies "I swear she can't keep a surprise, a surprise. I'm not far, see you soon." and thereafter speaking, the line died. Was I relieved? Absolutely not. "I'm not far?" From where?

Peering glassy (e/c) orbs through the adjacent window panes, a familiar expression of apathy, a head of blue hair and his leisurely saunter appeared, lugging a large black suitcase that was trailing behind him. Here?  I rushed to the front door as he entered the gate, only for my chest to harshly collide with his lower abdomen. "Oi. Did you miss me that much?" Displaying that enticing smirk that made forbidden images appear in my head. Why did he have to be so alluring? My cheeks heated at the sudden collision, had I lingered at such a distance any longer, I'm afraid what might've followed.

"So, care to explain why you've travelled what looks to be your entire bedroom here?" Ignoring my obvious embarrassment, I question Aomine. "Can't we eat first. I'm starving." His eyes avert to his left as his right hand up-stretches to scratch the nape of his neck, if not for his skin tone, I'd have said he was undeniably blushing, although it was hard to tell.  Speedily closing the door behind me as he outstretches a hand to enter, he eyes me with curiosity. "What are yo-" sharply cutting him off in a demanding tone "If you're truly that hungry, you'll stop wasting time stood here and explain why you've brought a suitcase and where you plan to go with it." at this point, I was just teasing him into directly providing an answer, triumphantly returning a smirk, an irritated sigh leaves Aomine's mouth, upraising a large hand only to run it through his seemingly soft tresses. "I'm staying with you, we're both alone and as I said, you need the company." A stutter withdraws from me as I comprehend his sentence. "Who said you could do that?" peering up at him, he begins to lower his towering height down to me, I feel my hands become clammy, heartbeat quicken and my knees waver as my breath hitched. His mouth brushed my ear as tingles affect the area it grazed. "I don't need permission, I come and go as I please if you remember. Don't argue with me either, you already know that the only one who can beat me, is myself. You'll just be wasting your time." An M shape formed as he shoves both of his hands to rest comfortably behind his head, a satisfied and devious smile worn on his lips. "Fine, come in." I refrain from protesting and open the door as he enters with the suitcase rolling slowly behind. "Thought so." he retorts through an infamous simper.