Aomine Daiki's Infatuation. - Aomine X Reader.

Dreams and Nightmares.

Waking in the arms of Aomine Daiki, seemed like a distant fantasy gone by, one never felt, one only within thought. Unreachable.

Yet here I laid, spread upon the sheets of Aomine's bed, in all of my contentedness.

He reached over, the yearning of lost time spent without me, pitching a fire within his eyes, and his expression told me everything I needed to know. The deepness of a love unimaginable, and his callous fingers traced the softness of my cheek to jaw, he lowered himself, bestowing all of his troubles, his pain, his anger, and passion, within the deepness of a kiss.

And...then I really woke up.

I woke up to my rear thumping to the floor. Groaning as I let my eyes adjust to the shock of falling. I peer above me, and there lay a drooling Aomine, soundly asleep.

"Great. It was just a dream, as if I'd have expected that to happen in reality anyway."

Sighing and rising from the floor, I try to push Aomine aside so I could reclaim the warmth of the covers. "Hey! Your fat ass pushed me off the bed."
His hand gestures me to leave.
"It's morning anyway, I only let you stay the night. Go make me something to eat."
Huddling himself deeper into the bed.
"You're such an asshole, y'know?" I retort.
"Yeah, yeah. I am." He smiles, eyes still sewn shut.

I walk myself downstairs in the chillness of the house, turning the notch to the radiators on as the rooms filled with coziness. I began to prepare food for the both of us, something Aomine never contributed to helping with, typical.

Aomine had so much of a depth within him, but only so far he'd let you in. I thought things would change when he moved in, I thought there was going to be a closeness between us.

His feet made themselves known, thudding between my ears as he ambled down the stairs, here he comes, old grump.

But when I turned to face him, I felt the weakness of my dreams possess me. His feral bed hair, a sweetness to his features of sleepiness, and for once he said, as I placed his breakfast down...

"Thanks."

Astounded to hear gratification from him, I only nod in response as I make my way to the opposite end of the table.

"I won't be home today." He begins, his eyes drawn to his food.

"You won't? I thought we had plans to see Momoi?" I question.

"I have other plans. She won't miss me."

And with that, Aomine gathered his necessities for the day and left the home in silence.

He wouldn't look at me. He seemed to have avoided me. Confusing as it was, I wouldn't let it ruin the day ahead.
Assembling my belongings, I pace to Momoi's apartment. Her face lighting up at my appearance.

"(Y/n)! It's so good to see you! And...Aomine?" She enquired.

"He said he had something to do? I don't know, he was acting strange this morning..." I trailed off in intent thought.

"Don't worry, Dai has his moments. He'll be fine."

I offer Momoi a genuine small smile, as we leave to go shopping.

Frolicking around the large centre of clothing, novelty and foodie stores, she gasps at each shop like a child opening their gifts on Christmas day.
I chuckle at her silliness, until Aomine reaches peripheral vision from across the building...with another girl.

Momoi's eyes followed mine in curiosity.
"Who's that?" She asks me.
"I don't know...let's go. I've had enough." Dread overrun me in an abundance of envy and sadness.
"I thought he liked you, I'd never seen him so...besotted, I mean, he even moved in." Momoi stated as we walked leisurely out of the centre. I thought so too, maybe he just enjoys the convenience. The depths of the dream once more claiming my thoughts. "He let me stay in his bed last night, is this something he does often, gains your heart and then plays the field?"

Momoi looks over to me as if allowing me to proceed.

"I vaguely remember that I dreamt about him last night, but I know I felt a familiar emotion throughout, when he looks at me, I think I feel it. And the sensation in that dream was so intense, it was something akin to longing. I know this is odd, that I'm talking to you about guy troubles, and it just so happens to be the most stone faced person in the world, much less, your childhood best friend. I just didn't realise these emotions before. And, seeing him with some other woman, makes me feel like I'm not the only one he feels that way about. It kinda hurts, Momoi."
The tears threaten to fall, but I pull them back through the numbness of pain..

"never mind. It's stupid." I stutter through a sniffle.

"To want somebody in a love type of way, is nature, not stupid. You need to tell him, (y/n)." Momoi almost begs.

I laugh in disbelief. "What? No. No way, he doesn't need to know I want him in any way." Laughing once again.

"Then you've got to be brave enough to let somebody else do what you won't. Time doesn't wait for anybody, make your move, and then, tell me how it went! I love gossip!"

We both laugh in unison, as we say our goodbyes at the entrance of my house.

"(Y/n). Do it, good luck." She smiles softly, walking away.