Aomine Daiki's Infatuation. - Aomine X Reader.

Sleep

Readers Point of View

The silence echoed shuffling of sheets tangled around my ankles and coiling the length of my body. I lay there with eyes agape, with every blink possessing a darkness with more depth than the already pitch black room.

I can't sleep.

This sensation of restlessness consumed my entire being combined into a mess of raging emotions. I couldn't discern the difference between sadness and aggravation.

Should I feel sad in my loneliness?
Should I feel aggravated by my faith in the ability to love and be loved?

I didn't know

I trace my knuckles along my closed eyelids

Some small hope inside must have kept my fingers lingering over my eyelids, that when I opened them, I'd meet navy spherical orbs, and tanned skin.

I withdrew an exasperated and solitary breath of bitter air.

"Hey, we need to talk, (y/n)."

Was I hearing things through false hope?

I lightly opened my glazed and gritty eyes to adjust to the various shades of the room, but I was met with navy and bronze.

I was met with an internal sadness that gnawed at my fingertips, because I fed this beast, and it chose to nibble.

"(y/n)?"

His cold echoes bounce around the walls in this silence I encapsulated myself within. At his piercing guttural voice emanating a similar solitude to how I felt, I apologise for seemingly running away with my depth-less thoughts.

"Oh, Uhm... Yeah, sure. What about?"

He sighed heavily, with an exasperated tone slipping out of his lips.

"About..."

He takes a pause,

"Us." he halts all conversing in order to allow me to interject, what if I'd have said no? But, I wasn't going to, of course I was going to accept through my eagerness, I wasn't one to pass up am informative opportunity when it was in front of me.

"What about us?" I simplistically propose a short question.

"I couldn't sleep without you, I suppose I just got used to your company." he plainly states.

Come on, Aomine, I can read your features like an open book, that's not the reason you came to talk about us, maybe just a shadow of one.

"I will admit that it's harder to rest when we've been so close throughout the night, but truth be told I know you're just stalling for time, that's not the reason you're here right now, is it?" I responded truthfully, awaiting his answer.

"You know I find these situations difficult to handle, I'm the textbook stereotypical masculine guy, but I'd be stupid to let our relationship down because I can't manage my emotions."
A short silence overrode our voices mixture in the brisk air, until his soft-spoken language begins once more,

"I know I've been hot and cold throughout our time together, but that's only because I keep convincing myself that you deserve better than me. It makes me feel like I'm not worth being your boyfriend, because I'm so incapable of expressing myself, and most women enjoy the qualities in men that allow them to be sensitive and romantic, I'm just so afraid that if we were to progress, and become closer, that I might fail to make you happy. But if anything, tonight, I just came to say that I'm sorry, I wish that I would have asked you how you felt about the situation, because truthfully, in the most basic sense, I love you."

Aomine's composure went limp like butter melting, his shoulders dropping akin to his obviously tired eyes fighting for some rest. But I couldn't peer away from the defeat that seemed to encapsulate his entire body, as though I'd already said that I didn't feel the same way, but I did.

"Aomine...I had thought it might have been obvious that I too, love you, for who you are, and not for who you aren't."

How could a man so selfless, so handsome, and talented, be so insecure in his capabilities? I didn't know, but I was willing to change that.