Aomine Daiki's Infatuation. - Aomine X Reader.

softness.

Aomine's point of view

Heart palpitations attacked the wall of my chest in a longing anticipation. The pain in my dry throat from the crispness of air made me gasp. Hurling over the picket fence to the pathway of our joint accommodation,

as I reclaim the air in my lungs, my shaky legs carry me up the flagged path. I hastily halt as an unfamiliar feeling of anxiousness envelopes me, my heart never ceasing to spare me a moments peace.

Before given the chance to knock on the wood separating myself and (y/n), I hear a short rattling, until the door opens slightly ajar, if not for the latch keeping our distance between a thick piece of wood, with a mere inch to see one another.

"What do you want, player?" She angrily spits.
"Come on, that's not fair. I didn't know you was into me like that, I never really pegged you the dating type to begin with." I sensitively reply, given the situation.
"You never asked." She stifled a low sniffle beneath the sleeve of her hoodie...or, my hoodie.
"Open the door, (y/n)." I almost demand, hoping she'd obey.
"This is fine. It's open far enough, I don't want to catch douchebag syndrome." She shortly replies, clearing the mucous accumulation in her throat.
"So, how am I going to make it up to you if you won't let me close enough to do it? You're making all the wrong assumptions." It pained me deeply to see the expression of hurt clothe her face, and it pained me all the more knowing I was the cause, even if it was unintentional.
"Give me a good enough reason to let you in, and I might consider it."
I sigh in exasperation and frustration.
"You're so fucking stubborn. Are we really doing this out here over a misunderstanding?"
She raised her brow at me and puckered her lips, awaiting my reasoning.
"Okay. Fine." I say.
"The girl you saw me with earlier, Lena, she's just a friend. Always has been."
Her countenance softens, but immediately restores it's frown as she replies, "and I should take your word for it, why?"
Inducing the aggravation within me, she's awoken a side unseen by most, the side that is evidently irritated and vulnerable, the part of me that people consider my soft side.
"Stop this. I put my neck on the line to be with you when you need me. I'm there to wipe the tears, and I'm here now, explaining myself. Do you really think if you meant nothing at all to me, do you think I'd be here now? No. I wouldn't. I'm not with Lena, I don't come home to any other woman but you. Now open the door, or so help me I will climb my way in here."

I saw a shadow of guilt, but happiness wash over her face, and she unlatched the door, standing in stillness with her head fixed at her feet.
My index and second fingers reach out to push it further agape. I stand closer to her as the vanilla scent emanating from her skin disperses in my nasal passages. "It's cute when you're jealous, but I'd rather see you happy." I tease, lifting her face to meet my eyes, and she briefly chuckles, softly tapping my chest as I feel a slight thud against it.

"This isn't how I expected it to go, but on the other hand, you're not the romantic type, so I can't imagine it to have come out any other way. I just feel so stupid right now." Her light voice carries itself to my ears, as a belonging feeling of love poured into my heart, and out of my orbs.
"Romance isn't my forte. I'm supposed to be the embodiment of dominance. 'What I say goes', 'what I want, I get.'" Never averting my eyes away from her, she peered from one area of my face to another, always landing on my eyes.
"I didn't come to stay with you for your benefit alone, (y/n). I wanted you, and if you accept this apology, then I've successfully got what I wanted, besides making you happy."
She looked at me in confusion, with the tilting of her puppy-like visage, she asked, "what apology? You haven't said sorry yet." I withdraw a guttural laugh at her stubbornness and likelihood of persistence.
"This apology." I say, brushing lips within a long awaited kiss. Deep, but not forceful, soft, with a barely there feel, but not meaningless, and as we departed, she held onto the air between us, like it was over too short of her liking.
"I'm considering your apology..." She teases, scratching her chin as though pretending to pluck at an imaginary beard. "Would you like to consider it faster then, it's cold out here." Deepening her expression as though in a thought elsewhere, her flirtatious smirk send shivers down me. "We have a deal, if, you demonstrate that apology once more." Her arms folded at her chest.
"I didn't satisfy you?" Returning her simper, bodies radiating warmth and cold as the collision encircles us, and she shrugs her shoulders in late response. "That's okay." I lower to her ears entrance. "In time, I am sure I'll leave you satisfied." Landing my mouth at the highest point of her cheekbones, in an endearing action of sweetness, I lightly purse my lips and connect them to her skin. Gently pushing past her, and walking inside as I hear her lock the door behind me.