'Stay' Aomine Daiki x Reader

"Dai-Chaaaaaaaaan!!!!" You yell through the doorway of the Tou High School gym. It's late on Friday afternoon, and Aomine Daiki is lounging lazily around the gym; you can hardly believe he actually showed up for practice.

"Christ, (name), do you have to be so goddamn loud all the time?" Aomine grunts as he flips a page in his magazine. "Haiiiiiiiiiii!" You continue to yell as Aomine and the rest of the team wince.

Pleased by your effectiveness at annoying Aomine, you skip merrily towards him to bring the bento box he had requested for his after practice snack, only to crash mid skip into Imayoshi Shoichi's chest. Quickly stepping back, and embarrassed by your lackadaisical attitude, you look up at Imayoshi, knowing you were in for a classic "you can't be here, you're not on the team" lecture.

"(Name), we're in the middle of practice, and we can't have you bothering us now. You and Aomine are neighbors, you can speak to him later," Imayoshi says slowly, as if speaking to a child. "Normally I wouldn't mind you staying to watch practice, but don't think I haven't noticed what a distraction you've become lately." He throws a glance in Aomine's direction then returns his gaze to me, and raises an eyebrow.

You immediately blush profusely at Imayoshi's implications, and quickly turn on your heel, leaving the gym as quickly as you came. It was true, you and Aomine had been next door neighbors since infancy, and you grew up side by side along with Momoi Satsuki. Despite Aomine and Momoi's close friendship, there had always been something between you two that transcended an average friendship.

You were of similar temperaments, the both of you being hot heads who enjoyed a good challenge, as well as being the two most stubborn creatures on the face of the earth. This often lead to you and Aomine butting heads on the simplest of matters, and let's not forget your daily mantra of "How can i annoy Dai-chan today?"

"I have always kind of had a thing for him," you think. "There's no denying that he's incredibly good looking, hell, he's just downright hot. But Daiki and I as an item? Just thinking it feels strange..."

You're snapped out of your pondering by a cherry blossom tornado up ahead, caused by the wind's breezy back and forth motion, and a slow smile creeps across your face. It's been a while since you've enjoyed such a crisp spring day, and you stop to savor the moment. You can't wait to go home and see the cherry blossoms covering your house and front yard, and watch your little sister make an angel in the fallen pink petals. You're (h/c) hair mirrors the sakura petals in the air and a sense of peace overcomes y-

"(Name)! Oi, (Name)! I know you can hear me, (Name)."

You sigh as your blissful reverie is shattered by Aomine's baritone voice calling out to you. You turn around and see the tan prodigy jogging towards you, baggy T shirt and shorts flowing in the wind.

"Did you really think you could leave without giving me my bento box, (Name)?" Aomine smirks. "Well apparently I am an unwelcome guest in the gym during practice, according to Imayoshi-senpai," I say lightly. Aomine frowns and stares into your (e/c) eyes.

"Really? You come to practice all the time and it never seems to be a problem," Aomine states.

"It seems that somebody can't keep their eyes off me, and I'm causing a disruption," you say and wink. Aomine snorts and says, "The day anyone gives a shit about how you look is the day I miss a basket." No stranger to banter, you sarcastically retort, "Oh YES, the almighty Daiki, the king of all kings... You aren't so great, I bet even Midorima could out shoot you."

Aomine's nostrils immediately flare, even though you know that this is not true.

"Maybe if you got your head out of your ass you would know that I'm the best goddamn player on that team, probably even the world, and you're a complete idiot for thinking otherwise"

"I know you are but what am I," you tease, laughing at your own childishness and Aomine's rant on your idiocy. After your typical back and forth, you finally hand Aomine the bento. Aomine opens the little black lunch and his mouth drops open in surprise.

It's empty.

You burst out laughing and yell "BAKA!!!" in his face before turning tail and running as fast as you can. You don't even look back at over your shoulder because you already memorized his expression of full on rage from the pranks you had pulled before. You knew it wasn't over, and that his revenge would be swift and soon.


                                                             ~ --- Tiny Time Skip Yay --- ~



After stopping by Momo-chan's house for what was supposed to be a brief visit, three hours later you leave with your ears practically bleeding from all of Momoi's gossip. As you turn the corner to the street your house is located on, you slow down and approach cautiously, knowing good and well there is a high possibility of an Aomine ambush. Extremely paranoid, you creep down the sidewalk, jumping at the slightest noise, completely unsure of exactly when, where, and how his revenge would be exacted.

You've made it home. You're sister isn't outside playing, which means she's at a friend's house for the weekend.

With a silent thank you prayer to kami-sama, you turn the key in the lock and open the door. You just barely shut the door when a huge white pillow smacks you dead in the face and your feet fly out from under you due to the force of the impact. You land right on your ass and your head hits the narrow entryway's wall with an uncomfortable thud and before you can even process what's happening, the pillow lifts and comes down a second time.

WHUMP. WHUMP. WHUMP. WHUMP. WHUMP.

An onslaught of pillow hits land over you as you scream and squirm and cover your face with your hands. Finally, the barrage ends, and you hear that goddamn deep baritone voice laughing like a maniac. You peek through your fingers to look up at the psychopath who had demolished you with a pillow and noticed the feathers floating in the air and sitting on the floor.

You look up in pure astonishment as you see the remains of your custom PacificCoast pillow in his hand, still laughing at the mess he's created.

"ANO YAROU AHOMINE I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE, ASSAULTED ME, AND RUINED MY PILLOW!" You scream into his smug face.

"Jeez, could you calm down, it's just a dumb pillow," Aomine says casually as he drops the empty pillowcase on the floor.

"Don't you get it, baka?" you continue shouting. "This wasn't even a prank it was just you using excessive force over a tiny little school girl trick, you should be asham-"

"Oi, (Name)...." Aomine approaches you with an uncharacteristic look of concern in his blue eyes. He kneels down on the floor next to you and closes the gap between you. You instantly turn scarlet and his hand touches your face, stroking your cheek then moving up to your forehead. A stab of pain jolts you back to reality, and Aomine's hand pulls away with blood on it.

You gasp and touch your forehead as well, feeling the wound that has opened, almost reaching your hairline. In an instant, you are whisked off your feet by Aomine's strong muscular arms and carried into the bathroom. Aomine plops you onto the closed toilet seat and searches underneath the sink and in the medicine cabinet for rubbing alcohol and bandages. Amazed at Aomine's unexpected speed and effectiveness, you watch him quickly locate everything he needed, and you touch your legs where you can still feel the imprint of his hands when he carried you.

There is total silence as Aomine locates the cotton swabs, the final tool needed for your patch up. He pours the alcohol on the swab and takes a knee in front of you. He pauses, looks you right in the eye and says, "This might sting a bit," in a distant tone. Aomine dabs the cotton on the wound and you flinch, not heeding his warning.

Aomine flinches as well, almost as if he felt the same pain you felt. He places one hand on your knee and dabs the cut once again. Your mind and body are going crazy with all of your mixed emotions.

"I want to be mad but... that guilt on his face is breaking my heart," you think somberly.

"Daiki," you say softly into the silence.

"Hm," he grunts.

"I... I guess... Arigatou... For...You know," you say even quieter, not sure how to put your feelings into words. Aomine reaches for the bandage on the floor next to him and doesn't reply.

As he peels off the back of the plus sized bandage, he quietly responds, "Don't thank me." You look down, blushing again, when Aomine cradles your face in his hand and tilts your chin up to look at him. An electric moment of silence passes as you stare into each other's eyes, a second where anything could happen.

Then Aomine let go of your soft (s/c) face and applies the bandage to your forehead.

Disappointment and embarrassment for hoping anything would happen bounce around your head, and Aomine called your name three times before you heard him. "Oh, I'm sorry, were you saying something?" You ask sheepishly.

"Yeah, I was just asking if you were ok," Aomine says.

"Uh-huh," you mumble, slowly rising off the seat and walking towards your bedroom. Aomine follows quietly behind you, as you lay down on your fluffy futon now sporting an uneven number of pillows. You snuggle up under the covers, mentally exhausted from the recent roller coaster of emotion you had just ridden, and just want to go to sleep.

You've been laying down for about five minutes before you remember that Aomine had followed you into the bedroom.

You slowly sit up, and he is right behind you, at the head of the futon, legs tucked up beneath him, and looking right at you. "What the hell are you doing just staring at me," you say.

"I was just watching you. Making sure you don't die in your sleep or something," he utters embarrassedly.  You look at him for a moment, quickly drinking in his handsome face and blank expression, then look down at the floor. You sit up all the way, and arrange your legs crisscross applesauce directly in front of him so that the two of you are face to face..... Well, face to chest, considering your height and his.

"Listen, Dai-chan, I don't want you to feel like I'm mad about this whole head injury thing. I know it was an accident," you say, breaking the silence.

Aomine scoffs, and mutters,"Yeah yeah yeah, I know. Maybe if you weren't such a klutz, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

A flicker of anger flares up inside you. After all, he DID attack you and it wasnt your fault the entryway was so tight (~sidebar: that's what she said lololololmao~) and that you had slipped and fallen. If you weren't afraid of damaging his sexy stupid face you would have sucker punched the son of a bitch.

"I'm so damn tired of this," you finally release. "All these damn games... It's like none of this is even real. Sure we're friends, but friends built on payback, and stubborness, and anger. We fight whenever we're together, and it was fun at first, but it's time for me to leave it behind. I just..." You trail off, unable to look Aomine in the face, not sure where any of this was coming from.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Aomine says,"If you don't want to be friends with me, then fine. Maybe we can be something else. Something... I don't know... More. I guess." The words struggle to surface from his lips.

What is he saying? More? He couldn't possibly mean more like, MORE more.

But you're wrong. The two of you are exactly on the same page, and as you finally look back up, biting your lip, he pulls you into his lap and kisses you, splitting every atom inside you, bursting every cell. You pull away slowly, but not far. Your noses are still touching side by side, and you whisper, "Will you stay with me?"

He answers with another kiss, this one longer, and deeper, and when he breaks he says,

"Duh."