He Meets His Match [Kuroko no Basket Fanfiction: Aomine Daiki]

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So here's chapter 4. Hope you enjoy! CRINGE-Y AF DELIVERY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

[ Chiyori's P.O.V. ]

"Chiyori!"

Groggily, I opened my eyes. My vision still blurry and despite the slamming of fist against the door, I was still half awake and I felt like floating somewhere-

Oompf!

"Chiyori? Chiyori, are you awake? Chiyori!"

Sh*t...

I fell on the floor.

My forehead throbbed and I curled in pain. With hands on my forehead, I crawled back to bed and pressed my face against the pillow.

I pressed my face firmly as Asami knocked at the door with renewed vigor upon hearing my movements.

"Shut up, Asami! You're making my head hurt!" I yelled across the door and threw the blanket on my form.

"What? It's already eight. You should've get up already. Chiyori!" She continued to knock at the door.

Can she just stop?

"No! I'm still sleepy. Leave me alone!" I stated firmly.

"Chiyori... If you don't get up there, I have no choice but to call Alex to come over here and-"

I never woke up so fast in my life as I did right now. In record speed, I was already opening the door with a glare.

She is so not going to call that pedophile of a demon.

"Don't you ever dare call that pedo-kissing monster here or I'll kill you," I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Oh~ Chiyori. I thought you're not getting up? Come on, you can sleep there all you want," Asami taunted with an innocent grin.

That face...

I wanted to wring her neck badly.

"I change my mind," I said before stomping my way through the bathroom.

Stepping inside, I stripped off the clothes and threw it over the basket laundry. I turned on the shower and let the water, shampoo and soap do its job.

After the shower, I brushed my teeth and stared at my reflection across the mirror.

Red hair wet and messy... red eyes staring back tiredly...

I didn't want to admit it but I definitely look like a red chilli pepper.

A frown, settled on my face when I remembered something I used to wonder a lot when I was young.

Why I was short if my brother and my sister were granted with generous heights?

...You should be grateful...

Aomine's words rang and echoed across my mind.

"Screw you," I murmured.

After putting on clothes, I left my room and walked towards the kitchen. On my way there, I spotted Asami at the couch, drying her hair.

"Chiyori, I'm going out today," Asami opened up, her eyes fixed on her hair.

I paused and looked at her. "And where are you going this time?" I asked staring at her intently.

I didn't want to act like her mom, nor I wanted to intervene in her business, but she had to give me a peace of mind. I didn't want to wonder overnight where did my cousin go. As much as I didn't want it, I had no choice. She's under my care and vice versa.