Kuroko no Basket x Reader

Aomine Daiki

AOMINE X READER:
All I Know
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A/N: fluffy, yet serious. filled with warm & lovedy dovey vibes. teenage innocence and childishness intended. enjoy ❥

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"Concentrate." you point to the untouched math worksheet on the table in front of Aomine.

"You're just so pretty. How can I?" he asks rhetorically. His cheek is resting in his palm and his head slightly tilted to the side as he stares dreamily at you.

You tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear as you let out a sigh. "There's no point in having me as a tutor if you refuse to do any work during our sessions." you say.

"Tutoring is just an excuse to see you more."

Your heart stops for a moment.

"What do you want?" the words leave your mouth before you can even think about it.

"What do you mean?" Aomine straightens up slightly in his chair. His face contorts in confusion.

"What do you want from me? From us? We've been friends for a few months now. You make advances at me, and say something flirtatious and quite frankly it's confusing to be on the receiving end of." you pause and take a breath. "So I'm asking what you want." you clarify.

A few months ago Aomine called out to you in class. He asked you to be his tutor after hearing that you got the top english score in the class. You shrugged and said whatever, and that response is what blossomed a beautiful friendship. And far more, for you.

"I don't know." he says and shrugs. You raise an eyebrow.

"Is that it? You don't know?" you ask.

You abruptly stand up and the chair's legs screech against the wooden floor of his house. He quickly raises and grabs your hand to stop you from leaving.

"Wait," he pleads.

"It's getting late, Aomine. I should go." you say. His hand is warm and soft. You don't really want to leave but your heart is telling you that you can't take any more of just staying friends. If you stick around right now, you might do something dangerous and compromise the friendship.

"Stay." he demands, rather than asks.

"Why should I?"

He doesn't like me back, right? It's just a game to him, right?
you think.

He stares into your eyes without saying a word. Aomine's fingers are still coiled around your wrist and the feeling makes you want to melt.

Yet he can't answer the question.

"Sleep well for the test tomorrow, okay? Don't stay up too late. Have dinner. Study a bit." with a final yank of your hand, you are free from his strong grasp.

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You throw your backpack aside and trudge into the kitchen with a sour expression.

"How was tutoring?" your mother asks with a curious look.

"IT WAS FINE!" you shout and kick a chair with all of your strength. "Ow!" a pain shoots through your foot and you collapse to the ground. You bury your face in your hands and let out a strangled sob.