Summary: When rain shuts down the court, Aomine ends up stuck in your apartment, sprawled across your couch like he owns it.
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The rain came in heavy sheets, loud against your windows, turning the street below into a glistening blur of silver and grey.
You had just finished making tea when your front door swung open without a knock.
Daiki Aomine stood in your hallway, his hoodie soaked, basketball tucked under one arm, raindrops sliding off his bangs.
“You’re dripping on my floor,” you said flatly, handing him a towel before he even asked.
He grumbled something under his breath, shrugged off his wet jacket, and plopped down on your couch with a dramatic sigh.
“Court’s closed. Rain’s pissing down too hard.”
“I noticed,” you replied, sipping your tea. “You could’ve gone home.”
Aomine shot you a look. “And sit in silence by myself? Nah. Your place has snacks.”
You rolled your eyes but didn’t tell him to leave.
An hour later, he was stretched out across your couch, head resting lazily against a pillow, legs hanging off the edge.
His shirt had dried, and he was now contentedly munching on the bag of senbei you gave him while watching you scroll through your phone.
“Feed me,” he said suddenly, holding up a rice cracker with a crooked smirk.
“Your arms work just fine.”
“But I like it when you do it.”
You raised an eyebrow but leaned over anyway, holding the snack to his lips. He bit down with a satisfied hum.
“See? Tastes better like this.”
He smirked wider, crumbs on his lip. “You love it.”
You swatted him with a throw pillow, and he caught it with one hand, yanking you toward him until you landed half across his chest.
“Comfy,” he mumbled, resting his cheek against the top of your head. “Stay like this.”
You didn’t move. Didn’t need to.
His heartbeat was steady under your ear, the rain still tapping softly against the windows.
His fingers skimmed lazy circles against your back, and you let yourself melt a little further into his warmth.
It wasn’t the first time he’d been close like this but something felt quieter. Like the world had slowed just for the two of you.
After a long pause, Aomine’s voice rumbled low.
You pulled back just enough to see his face, eyes half-lidded, lips soft, none of the usual cocky edge in sight.
“Why’d you ask so nicely?” you whispered.
He shrugged, gaze flicking to your mouth. “Dunno. Feels right.”
You leaned in, brushing your lips against his, gentle, slow. His hand slid up to your jaw, holding you there like he didn’t want to let go.
The kiss deepened naturally, warm and unhurried, like everything else between you.
When you pulled back, Aomine was still watching you with something almost tender in his eyes.
“You gonna kick me out when the rain stops?” he asked, voice quieter than usual.
You smiled. “No. You can stay.”
He grinned, real and lazy. “Then keep feeding me.”
You fed him another cracker anyway.
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