Hey, dude) I hope I'm not late for self ship event :D I'm extroverted, self-confident, loud, sarcastic, don't mind dark humour, have a slim body, but eat a fcking lot, also lazy and love procrastinating, and on the other hand like to spend my time outside with my friends. Well, I think I ship myself with Aomine. He'd be my best nap and snack buddy, also I don't mind him reading his porn magazines sometimes. If I'm in mood I could play one-on-one with him.
minghuaghazan said to cilcaro:(2) I’d visit all his games too. First date at Maji, that’s Aho after all lol And favorite pastime of ours would be cuddling under a warm blanket on a rainy day 😊
Yay thanks for requesting!I hope you enjoy! (๑❛ꇳ❛๑) It’s been raining a lot here lately (though not today, because it’s so bright out), so I decided to include that in the scenario!
You look out your window to examine the streets a few levels below— the pavement is wet from the rain that suddenly poured just several minutes ago, and you can see clear umbrellas passing by the streets, the people under them hurrying to get to somewhere dry. It’s a summer rain, quite an unexpected one, you might add, because it was such a beautiful, sunny morning. You normally don’t mind a little rain, especially in such a hot weather, but the thing that bums you out is the fact that you have to cancel your one-on-one game-slash-date with Aomine.
Speaking of your boyfriend, your phone starts ringing, the screen displaying his caller ID.
“Hey,” you answer, voice somewhat reflecting your downcast mood. “It’s raining pretty hard out.”
“I know babe, looks like we gotta save that one-on-one for later.” Even the rain sounds pretty bad from his end of the line, you notice.
“Yeah, I know. I hope the rain stops soon.”
Just as you say that, you hear the doorbell ring and grumble.
“I gotta go, Daiki, someone’s at the door,” you reply. “I’m sorry. I’ll call you back later?”
“Che. And I was looking forward to talk to you, too.”
He hangs up immediately and you sigh. You decide to send him a text later on after you finish this business with whoever is at the door right now— you really hope it’s not one of the people going door to door selling religion, because you have no time and patience for that.
You take wide steps to the front door and opens it, a very disinterested look on your face. When you see Aomine standing in front of you, smirking but almost soaked to the bone from the rain, your eyes turn as wide as saucers. He just called you a minute ago, and he’s already at your front door! At your downright surprised face, Aomine chuckles in amusement, shaking the water out of his slightly damp hair.
“Hey babe. Mind if I step inside and dry myself?”
“You idiot, look at you! Didn’t you bring an umbrella or something? You could catch a cold!”
The tanned boy chuckles at the string of worried words that come from your mouth and makes his way inside your place, taking off his equally wet hoodie and tossing it on the couch. You quickly rush behind him, picking up the neglected clothing and making your way to fetch a hanger so that he can properly dry off his clothes.
“You should go get a showe—Daiki!”
When you turn around to look at him, he’s already stripped himself to the point of near nudity, only having a pair of black boxers on, while he shakes the water off of his shirt. His jeans pool around his ankles. You can’t help but blush at the sight of your almost-naked boyfriend, the sight of his bare and slightly wet skin inviting lewd thoughts into your mind. You cover your eyes, snatch his shirt and put it away to dry along with the hoodie. The corners of Aomine’s lips turn up when he realizes how shy you suddenly are.
“Don’t be like that babe, you’ve seen all of me, haven’t you?”
“Shut up and go get that shower!”
He manages to heat up your cheeks one more time when he gets out of the shower only with a tiny piece of towel flimsily wrapped around his hips. You hand him his change of clothes, trying very hard to not look at him, and proclaim you’re going to the kitchen to prepare something hot.
“But you’re hot enough for me, ________!” He calls out to your retreating figure. You ignore his teasing with a pout and a slight blush, trying to focus on the task at hand.
He’s now lounging on the living room couch, taking a sip out of the hot chocolate you just made– the rain, if anything, pours even harder than half an hour ago, and the dark clouds littering the sky make it look like it’s gonna last the whole day. You sigh as you spread a fuzzy blanket on your boyfriend lying down on the soft surface. He looks up to you with a questioning look.
“I was really looking forward to the one-on-one game,” you murmur.
He opens his arms, inviting you to lay with him under the blanket. “C’mere. We can have that game some other day.”
You silently accept his invitation, taking your position on the couch to lay down with him as you snuggle under the blanket, Aomine adjusting the warm fabric to accommodate two bodies. He kisses the top of your head. The rain outside pelts against paved streets and steel canopies. The smell of the air and rainwater combined with your home-made hot chocolate sitting idly on the coffee table creates a comforting atmosphere.
Your boyfriend wraps his arms around you, and you slightly turn around to look at him.
He hums a question, burying his face in your hair and inhaling the scent of it—he finds the smell relaxing, and suddenly he’s sleepy, as if having you around him like this had something to do with it. You have a calming effect, he finds, and he can’t get enough of it every time he’s with you.
“Thanks for coming over,” you whisper, cuddling closer to him, “and in such a bad weather too.”
“No problem, babe,” he replies huskily, now rubbing his nose against your neck like a cat. “I missed you.”
The two of you end up sleeping the whole day away, the two mugs of hot chocolate half empty and forgotten, just like your bad mood earlier.