only too (you) - aomine daiki des. fluff-intimate. where aomine daiki falls again, twice this time: the second time was with basketball and the second time was with you. too!student!reader notes. includes strong language! mni.
i am getting hooked with knb once again and it literally feels likes 2016 again, omg, i missed my boys so much. i rlly hope the fandom is still alive. anyway, aomine, my beloved you are always loved. and basketball will always love you back. ooc? aomine??? also this is just me jumping to new hyper fixation every time. enjoy!
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The ace of the generation of miracles is known for his tenacity and elite action in the world of basketball, girls and boys look forward to his plays and the games he’ll be at. Aomine Daiki is one hell of a player, everybody knows that—but few people actually know him: how his favorite food is teriyaki burger, how he visualize himself as a police officer, how he likes to catch small animals like cicadas, maybe Satsuki or Tetsuya would notice but for Aomine to openly say who he is, that takes a lot courage that shooting a formless shot in a championship game. Then, came, you.
Aomine never believed in love at first sight, hell, he doesn’t even believe in love at all—maybe he did once, with basketball or the dirty magazine sitting in his room, but never once did he think he would experience it. He is more of working for it or rather he’ll take what he can get. At one point in his life, he imagined his life with the models hanging in his room, oh, he would look hot next to them. How cool he would be if he met someone as cool as him but you were clumsy and a mess when you met him, to be honest, it was more of his fault rather than yours because during a practice at Too Academy, where your club is organizing an event where you were finishing a team flag then a bucket of paint spilled on the cloth courtesy of a very annoyed Aomine who just dunked and broken the ring.
“Hey! You did that on purpose!” You pointed out, as he glared at you, but as he met your eyes: the words died in his mouth, it seems like you have a kryptonite to the poor ego-maniac ace of Too Academy. He blinked for a minute, wondering who you were and why you were shouting at him. Typically, he would’ve snapped back because he is his own person, based on his ideals. But for a moment, he is back again, that Daiki who got scared of ghost at Teiko, he is that kid wiggling around the net when Midorima thrown it over him, he is that kid eating ice pops with his friends again, and in the filling tension, a soft whisper came out: “Sorry.”
And he simply left. You were furious but before you could butt in a word, he left. From that day on, Aomine Daiki left an impression on you, while he wonders why looking at you feels a bit like home? Was it your eyes? Your voice? Was it the light? Or is he mistaking you for someone else? But all answers lead to none, he simply just sees you and somehow his body decides to disarm themselves, as if you had a gift. Eventually, he realizes that you two are in the same class, he finds himself staring at you as you write notes. And when he skips practice and goes to the school rooftop, he often thinks of you and him practicing how your name sounds in his mouth.
“Aomine-kun.”
He thought of your hair, your bag, and how your voice was heard earlier.
“Aomine-kun!”
He wonders if he was being delusional, but for once, he finds himself looking forward to something, or rather someone. Somehow, this gnawing feeling rumbling in his chest and stomach makes him wonder about basketball, whether it's a bad thing or a good one, he finds it refreshing meeting someone like you.
“Aomine-kun!”
His eyes finally snapped back at the pink haired girl he knew for years.
“Satsuki, what are you doing here?” He blinked and adjusted with the afternoon sky’s light. “You’re skipping practice again.” She grumbles and eyeing him madly. “Satsuki, what’s the point? I am better alone anyway, I’ll keep scoring and all done, leave me alone.” Momoi looked at him helplessly, because despite her constant trial to reach Aomine, over and over again, she gets tired too. She sincerely hopes, one day, something or someone will be able to put Aomine back to his light, right back to his place, a place where he can’t be tense and just enjoy basketball.
Days have passed and somehow Aomine still hadn’t gathered the courage or rather his pride is blocking him from talking to you, but what are the odds—the moment the class ended, you went to him asking about the schedule of his game. He curses Kise in his mind wishing he listened to Satsuki’s data, he grumbled and answered your question.
“Two days from now. Why? Are you planning to be there?” He asked. You glanced at him and nodded sharing that the school paper had asked you to cover them and write an article. He scoffed, finding writing about his team is amusing and quite performative but then your eyes happily sparkled when you set the date on your phone, he didn’t know if it was the light that day or you just looked like that every single time.
He finally realizes he envies you. He envies you so badly because you still find yourself loving something. Longing for something. Getting excited for something, while he kept skipping practice wondering if basketball is still fun.
“Aomine? Are you still there?” He blinked in haze as you waved your hand in front of him, he clicked his tongue and looked at you. With your words, his breath sucked out of his lungs and realised how much care you have that it simply spilled in your words: “Good luck.” He didn’t even need a damn luck, he is the ACE of the generation of miracles for crying out loud, but against his better judgement he accepted the luck by simply nodding.
The Interhigh came quickly, Too Academy won second place while Yosen stood at third and Rakuzan at first. You somehow find the Too Academy amazing that despite their solitary play, they work as a team—then, Aomine’s former light in Seirin, you wanted to dig deeper about it but the moment Seirin lost, Aomine was nowhere to be found, So, here you are staring at the blank page of your paper, wondering where to start.
“That asshole.” You muttered as you glanced at the time. You recalled their game and wondered if Aomine enjoys playing because he is too mad in the play. You went to the rooftop to take a breather only to see a sleeping Aomine. You walked towards him and as if he felt your presence. “Satsuki, I told you, I am not practicing.”
“Why not?” The pitch of your voice is embedded in Aomine’s head so he opened his eyes and met yours. That eyes of yours that somehow has the ability to break the walls he desperately built for himself. “I am completely too good. You saw my game.”
“I personally think you suck.” That was a lie. Aomine sat up and was completely surprised because for one: they won, second: he basically scored the winning points, and third: he is the ace. He side-eyed you but before he could speak, you continued to say: “You suck because you didn’t have fun.”
“So? I won.”
“Yeah. But, did you have fun?”
That question left a hollow silence in Aomine’s heart because did he have fun? The last time he did was when he was playing with Tetsu, or the time Kise almost caught up with his score, but gods, it seems like a thousand years ago.
“See? You didn’t.” You sat next to him. “Was it boring? Too easy? Or is basketball not for you anymore?” The last one was the most painful so he glared at you. “Shut up.” From that day and on, Aomine thought it would be the last time he would be accompanied by you at the rooftop, but he was wrong as the time stretches into days and months, you find yourself next to the monster in basketball.
Three months before the Winter Cup, Aomine finds your presence his. It was as if he got used to you being there, he somehow reduced himself back to the first time meeting you. Maybe it was envy? Hate? Or Love? But with the time he had with you, he simply wants to keep you around. He wants you like he said sorry for the first time meeting you.
“You’re more annoying than Satsuki.”
“I’m glad I set a new standard.”
That let out a laugh in him, which it sounds foreign but yet, who is he not to laugh, for the person in front of him was able to disarm him with their eyes from the moment they met. He looked away for a bit and finally asked a question that would eventually pave a path to them being something more.
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Whatever, the way you find joy in something. Isn’t it tiring if you’re too good at something? It becomes boring.” You glance at him and the streaks of afternoon light never look too good on anyone but here he is. Yet, he looked like he was talking to himself rather than you.
“It does.” It seems like your words surprised him, he looked at you hopelessly. As if he was trying to convey what this is all for. “But it also means you can keep growing. Something boring is something familiar, if you’re familiar with something, it simply means you’re not growing. But it’s different for people, I don’t know what you’re on about but I think it’s pretty normal to feel burnt out at something you used to love.” He glanced at the sky.
“It simply means you’re trying to fall in love with them again, it’s like falling over and over again.” You continued, he snickered a laugh at that.
“You make everything sound so simple…” You chuckled at that.
“I do? Because maybe they actually are. We just like to think they aren’t.” You replied.
That’s how Aomine finds himself getting pulled and pulled more. He looked forward to the afternoons with you, even if sometimes you two don’t talk, he finds your presence grounding him. The envy eventually died down as you kept on being the only thing he looked forward to, Momoi also said that he became a lot more calmer with you in his life, whether it’s a lie or not, he knows he is a lot calmer now.
One afternoon, he simply asked why you kept bothering him. You had told him because he lets you, somehow, it was a mutual understanding between you two.
“You surprise me, I fucking hate it.”
“How so?”
“You had this look of pity that I hate but somehow, I can’t look away. You’re a fucking viper.”
“Glad I scare the Ace.” He smiled at that and closely moved his hand closer to yours. Which you moved closer to him too.
“I’ll fucking win the Winter Cup.” You nodded as he simply finally held your hand and kissed the back of it. “Write about it, yeah?”
“I will.”
The Winter Cup came along; before the game, Too Academy had seen Aomine nowhere, in which Momoi asked you to find him, you find him sitting in a railway near the game location. He didn’t say anything when he spotted you, but he simply patted the space next to him and held your hand. “Should I go there now?” You nodded as you stood closer and he gave you space.
“You should, Momoi is pestering me.” He clicked his tongue. As he leaned in and lay his forehead on your shoulder and finally, he bare his greatest fear.
“I’m scared that if I keep doing this, I’ll lose basketball.” In silence, you simply moved to hug him and he hugged back too.
“Well, for what’s worth,,,I think you’ll be fine. You’re the Aomine Daiki.” He pulled away and nodded. “That I am.” He stares at your eyes and leaned to kiss your forehead as if his own way of thank you,
The game with Seirin ended with Too losing, you find yourself staring at Aomine, if he was okay—but somehow, despite his lost look he looks calmer and in the last moments of the game he was smiling, Momoi finds it amusing too. He glanced up at the bleachers and saw you, he lost but he looks calm, he fades into the background as once again you find him in the railings like an hour ago.
“There you are. You okay?”
“Hm. I lost.” He said as you sat next to him.
“Yes, but did you have fun?” He smiled at that and nodded as he took your hand; shared that he is more content with the result because now he has an equal, something to look forward to, something new. “It feels good…I’ll be buying new shoes with Satsuki tomorrow so I can train.” He finds you staring at him.
And then, a lips felt home landed on yours.
“Aomine?”
“That was my thank-you.”
“For what?”
“For being the most sympathetic person I know. You’re too kind, especially your eyes.” He tucked your hair and leaned again and this time his kiss was welcomed with the same warmth he intends to. After a minute, he smiled—smugly he said you know everything about him that it is scary because for a shortspan, he laid bare his emotion and heart to the person he met when he messed up the paint, that somehow despite him not believing shit tons about love, here he is experiencing it: falling twice—for basketball because of Tetsu and Kagami; and then you, the person he will be willing to share his teriyaki burger, who will help him catch tiny animals, and who will know the police dream job of his. And then came you, a soft storm that somehow took him by surprise.
Not that he is complaining. Actually, he didn’t mind because bearing it to you didn’t feel like a chore, it felt like coming home, So, as he pulled away, he knew that his home will always be you. That despite him hating himself, there’s you.
“The only one who can see me, truthfully….” He kissed your forehead.
“Is you, Only you.” You chuckled and somehow, you realize the title of the article you’re about to write a wordplay of you and Too.
i really hope this will reach people who misses knb just like me. i apologize if he may seem ooc but yay, i miss his dramatic ass.
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