SUMMARY:

In love, you have to make compromises. Tamiko frowns and replies "What if I can't even recognize the person staring back at me when I look at the mirror? I don't want to change for the person I love." Well you just complicated things.

What he likes is a lady, one with a big rack but more importantly a LADY. I met a requirement though! It might not seem like it but he should have classy women with him. Well... Let's just see what happens then.

PAIRING: AominexOC

Aomine Daiki

o1/o3. Start

"So how'd this computer get so many viruses?" Aomine Daiki was all too familiar with the voice that questioned him. Truth be told, it was quite annoying actually.

"Just fix it already, why don't ya?" he said, irritated. The other person in his room laughed, her small chuckles resounding. The person he was talking to was Fukui Tamiko, his personal mechanic. He had known he ever since Momoi tried fixing the two up. She was a tall proportionate girl. Proportions in which Aomine's dream girl had but sadly covered with all her manly attire and car oil.

"LOL I know you got it from those adult sites," Tamiko giggled. The taller man shot her a glare as a response. "What? You're a growing boy after all."

Aomine sighed and scratched his head. "It's not something I can discuss with you! You're still a girl after all!"

Tamiko blushed. He thinks of me as a girl?

"Well at least that's what your rack says so."

"Eh?!" Tamiko cupped the man's face, seizing it by his cheeks. A vein had popped onto her forehead. What?! If I were an A cup you'd think I'm a boy?! She squeezed his cheeks tightly making him grab her wrists.

"Oi! That hurt!" he groaned. Tamiko merely stuck her tongue out and plopped down his bed.

"Now I don't feel like fixing your computer~!" She sang.

"Oi! You promised!" he protested, climbing on top of the girl. With their faces inches apart, Tamiko and Aomine stared at each other, each having a lazy look and a glare respectively. "Oi are you listening?"

He got a peck on the lips as a reply.

He retreated surprised. Tamiko sat up and laughed.

"I'll fix your computer lol!"

"OMFG I FUCKING KISSED HIM! I KISSED HIM!" Tamiko squealed as she pounded her big blue gorilla stuff toy. She hugged it as she rolled around her carpeted floor with delight, her maiden heart aflutter.

Pause.

She sat up and placed her hands on her heated cheeks. Ah, Tamiko when did you become so daring? She asked herself. A smile crept to her lips as she sighed.

Cradling her gorilla stuff toy, she had it face her, kissing its forehead.

"Hahaha you remind me so much of Daiki~! Tee hee! How he dangles on the basketball ring like a gorilla~!" she chuckled at her own joke, imagining Aomine eating a banana while playing basketball. "LOL!"

"Look Daiki! That looks exactly like you!" Tamiko pointed at a stuffed toy in a crane machine. The two were passing by the arcade when the teenage girl stopped. Aomine furrowed his brow.

"Are you telling me I look like a gorilla?" he said irritated.

"LOL! I'm going to win that thing!"

She got it in her first try.

After all, she was inclined to anything that needed electricity.

To think that he also sees me as a girl after all, she thought happily. I can't stop smiling!

I have a chance, that's what it means. She stared at the stuffed gorilla's eyes sadly. Ah, I like him so much, she stared at her window, peeking over to Aomine's room. Their houses were beside each other and coincidentally their windows were right in front of each other

Her gaze was a bit more of a longing. She watched the teenage boy she liked for so long as he slept, he had forgotten to close his curtains. He was sleeping, sprawled on his bed, his blankets barely covering him.

"If you changed, he'd like you!"

I know Satsuki-chan, she thought as she held her hands out, staring at them. Rough bruised dirty hands, she noted.

But no.

She sighs and walks to her computer, opening it and buried herself in her programming pleasures.

Tamiko sprawled herself once again on Aomine's bed. She was waiting for the computer to boot up. Said owner of the room though was staring at one of his magazines as he waited for his computer to be fixed.

"Hey Daiki, I'll be moving to America."

...

"You told me already," Aomine replies. "That's why you should fix my computer."

...

Don't you care?

...

She looked at the USB at her hand. She gripped it and looked back at Aomine.

A/N:

What do you call this? It isn't a writer's block since I got this one out. I've been wanting to write about Aomine for a while now. Oh yeah if you don't understand, Tamiko says lol because she has incorporated internet lingo into her everyday speech :D

If you have time please do check my other stories like A Teacher's Valentine, Algebraic Basketball so on and so forth