Summary: This is how you -unexpectedly- fell in love with Aomine Daiki.
Pairing: Aomine Daiki x Reader
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke characters.
"[Name]! Hurry! You're going to be late again!"
You groaned in response as you turned over in your bed, pulling the sheets up over your head in hopes it will drown out your mother's nagging about you and your priorities about life and school. Your body jolted in surprise as you heard your bedroom door open and the sudden, heavy sounds of footsteps were getting closer and closer to your bed. The bed sheets were then ripped off of you, you groaning loudly in response to the feeling of cold attacking your body.
"Honestly, [Name]… What will I do if your teacher contacts me again? Would you please get up and get ready? Your breakfast is going to get cold," your mother sighs in annoyance. You grunt as you push yourself up in a sitting position and blink tiredly. Your mother shook her head and placed the bed sheets down at the bottom side of your bed and opened the curtains, letting the morning sun in. You groan again, shielding your eyes from the bright light. Your mother puts her hands on her hips and looks around your room's floor. Games, magazines and clothes litter the ground. It was a feat in itself that your mother didn't break her neck while coming into your room. "You were up playing video games again, huh? Do I need to take them away again?" That woke you from your grogginess. "C-Come on, Mom! I'll get ready, I'll get ready!" You scramble out of your bed, careful not to trip over your stuff and rush to the bathroom. Your mother chuckles and carefully steps over your mess and out into the hallway. "You make sure you clean your room when you come back home from school today, young lady! Or I'll clean it up for you!" You groaned for the 100th time that morning and meekly replied that you understood and began to brush your teeth.
This was a typically normal day for you. Stay up late fooling around not noticing the time, fall asleep late and forget to do your homework, wake up late, go to school late, get scolded by friends and your teacher, go to volleyball practice and then go home and start all over again. You sigh as you slip on your school uniform. You look at yourself in the mirror, turning to the side, sticking out your butt, checking it out. The skirt seemed to be a little too short this time. You ruined your last uniform, which was also typical of you considering the only time you weren't clumsy was on the volleyball court. You tried to pull down the skirt a little bit, silently cursing your mother for giving you 'bodacious booty traits', as she would would call it. You continue to fix your shirt, noticing it seemed to be a bit tighter now.
"I'm going to have to get new shirts…" You mutter as you slip on your jacket and fix the ribbon on your neck. Too lazy to fix your hair nicely, you pull it up into a messy bun, but pull it off anyways. You check yourself out once more and decide you look fine. You head downstairs, inhale your breakfast, grabbed your bag and rush out the door, muttering thanks to your mom.
As you step outside, you were greeted with the sun and a cool breeze. You inhaled the morning air and smiled. Even though you hate the fact of leaving your bed, you never really regretted it considering recently the morning weather has been kind to you. You step down the porch steps, open the gate and lock it behind you and start your trek to school.
"Ah, I almost forgot," you mutter as you reach into your bag and fish out your phone. You usually turn it off before going to sleep because your friends like to spam you with text messages and you end up never going to sleep. You loved them and all but it was kind of annoying. You waited as your phone started to turn on and grimaced at how many new text messages you had. "What the hell Kirumi…" You looked in front of you from time to time, just to make sure you didn't bump into anything as you scroll through your new messages. Seems like the regular stuff; cute boys Kirumi has seen, the interesting -but not- latest school gossip, oh, someone has a crush on me, and- Wait. Hold up. You scroll back to that one important message and read it over and over.
[Name]-chan! You're not going to believe who has a crush on you!
You deadpan at the message and close your phone shut. Should you disregard this message? It could be another crazy theory Kirumi was oh so famous for. This wasn't exactly the first time someone had a 'crush' on you. But it wasn't really a crush, though. It was just Kirumi over exaggerating and seeing things that wasn't even there. You decide to ignore it and prepare yourself for the worst as you get closer to school.
"[NAME]-CHANNNNN~!" You blankly stare at your friend as she charges towards you, ready to glomp you. But, this being a regular morning thing between the two of you, you expect it and dodge it, allowing your friend to skid to the ground, missing you by three meters. "Ah, morning, Kirumi-chan," you say flatly as you enter the classroom and take your seat by the window. Kirumi wails and runs up to you, asking why you were so mean and how could you just avoid her hug of love like that and so on. You sigh and pat your friend on the head, issuing an apology, calming her down in an instant. She grabs a chair and sits next to you, giggling. Class didn't start yet, which was surprising because you actually got there on time.
"Neh, neh~ [Name]-chan~! Did you get my message last night?" You look at your shining friend, her brightness literally blinding you so much that you had to look away. You huffed in annoyance and nodded. "So, who likes me this time?" You ask sarcastically, placing your head on your hand, waiting for the onslaught of nonsense to come babbling from your friend's mouth.
"Wellll!~ You didn't hear it from me, but I heard a certain someone from our basketball team has been eyeing you for some time now!" Your eyes slowly glaze over to your friend's sparkling ones. "The basketball team, Kirumi? Ugh, our team is nothing but a bunch of thugs. You expect me to be happy about this?" You mutter. Kirumi pouted. "Oh c'mon, [Name]-chan! If you dated someone from the team, you're popularity would reach maximum peak! And I would be the best friend of a celebrity!" 'So you just want me to date someone from the team so you can become popular, huh?' You sigh again and shake your head. "How do you even know that this is even true? Where did you hear this from?" Kirumi giggled. "I can't say~" You groan in annoyance and roll your eyes.
The bell rang for class to begin. Kirumi winked at you as she returned to her seat. You smile at her and shake your head, can't believing you constantly get caught up her in antics. The teacher came into class and smiled at you, probably commending you for coming in on time. You smile back proudly, opening your textbook. As your teacher begins the lesson, you can't help but think back to Kirumi's theory.
'Someone from the basketball team, huh? Do I even know any one from the team?'
Before you realize, it was time for lunch. You expected to have lunch with Kirumi, but she had a emergency club meeting to go to and urged you to eat without her. Well, at least you'll be getting some peace this time. You grab your bento and exit the classroom, it being too noisy for your liking. You peek out the window, down at the front yard, but to your dismay it was crowded. You walk to the stairs, thinking the roof was the best option to eat your lunch. As you reach the top, you push the heavy door open and a strong gust of wind hits your body, your hair falling out of your bun, [h/c] strands flowing every where. As the wind calmed down, you sigh, blowing the long hair out of your face as you enter the roof top. You lost your hair tie and were too lazy to look for it or go back downstairs to get a new one so you push it back, running your fingers through it to get it out of your face.
You then pull down your skirt as you take a seat, particularly anywhere and feel something soft on your butt. 'Huh?'
"Oi."
You look to each side, thinking you heard something and felt something moving beneath you. "Huh?" You look down and see that you were sitting on top of someone. "WHOA!" You shriek and stand up quickly, a blush adorning your cheeks.
You just fucking sat on someone.
"Ohmygod, I'm so sorry, dude! I wasn't paying attention and I- wow- I'm such an idiot!" You babble your apologizes and smack yourself on the forehead. "Are you okay?! I didn't squish your bones did I?" The boy you sat on sat up straight, scratching the back of his head. He looked up at you, his strong gaze catching you off guard. "I'm fine. Would it kill you to look where you sit next time?" You nod and are relieved considering you didn't crush him. You and your butt...
The boy gives you a look over -more than once actually- silently. You sigh. "I came up here to have some lunch, sorry, I didn't realize the roof was already taken." The boy shrugs and lies back down, closing his eyes. "You can stay here if ya want. Just don't make too much noise," the boy mutters. You blink owlishly at him and quietly take your seat a couple feet away from him. You didn't expect him to allow you to stay, especially after what happened and you expected him not to be a nice guy, considering the way he looks. The boy was tall, you could tell, muscular too, dark blue hair, tan brown skin and these blue intense eyes. You've never seen such eyes before. It made you shiver. Was there always a boy like this at your school? You begin to open up your bento, stealing small glances at the boy lying near you.
'He's kind of handsome… in a delinquent kind of way,' you think to yourself as you eat your lunch. You're startled as the boy suddenly sits up again, looking at you.
He continues to stare at you. Wait, no, he's staring at your lunch isn't he? "W-What… What the hell are you looking at?" You stammer. He points to your lunch. "That looks pretty good. You made it?" You look at him dumbfoundedly. You shook your head. "Nah, my mom made it," you reply. He nods his head and puts his hand out. You stare at him; from his face to his hand. "Hand it over already. What are you waiting for?" You gape at him, the food in your mouth about to fall out. "What the- Why the hell would I give you my lunch you creep!" The boy just stares back at you, a small smirk, adorning his handsome features. "Payback for sitting on me. Give me your lunch for a week and I'll forgive you, BigButt," he exclaims. You stare at him incredulously. "Are you kidding me?! Why the hell should I agree to that!" He frowns at you. "Because my ribs hurt and now I don't think I can go to a very important basketball practice today because of you," he replies, his eyebrows scrunching together in annoyance. Your eyes widen in shock and a stab of pain strikes your chest.
You never meant to hurt him and you certainly didn't mean to make him more upset than he already was. You frown and look down at your bento. You sigh and hand it to him. He smiles, which catches you off guard and begins to eat your lunch. At least you were able to eat some of it. You didn't have that big of an appetite to begin with today anyways.
"Wait, you're on the basketball team?" You ask suddenly, just now noticing you may have skipped over a very important detail. "Yeah, so what?" The boy answers, his mouth full of food. You cross your arms and look him over again. He definitely looks like he played sports. And you guess he had the kind of build for a basketball player. "Are you any good?" The boy starts choking on his food, startled by your question. You hand him your water, which he gulps down ferociously and looks at you with a dumb look. You blink at him a couple of times and cock your head to the side. "What? What is it something I said?" The boy starts to laugh, as if he just heard the best joke in the world. You blush in frustration, not understanding what was so funny. "What! What is it?!" As the boy started to calm down, he looked you straight in the eye. "You've never been to our school's basketball team games?" You blush in embarrassment. "W-Well, it's not like I don't know we have a basketball team. I just don't really pay much attention to it since I have volleyball practice and all," you explain hastily.
It was the boy's turn to blink at you. "We have a volleyball team?" You look at him a blank stare. "And you're ridiculing me?! We've won championships you asshole!" The boy smiled and shrugged his shoulder, handing you back your now empty bento box. You pout and close your box and put it back inside the pink handkerchief. "You should come to a game," the boy suddenly said, making you look at him. You scoff. "As soon as you come to one our games," you retort.
There was a few minutes of silence. Then the lunch bell rang, signaling to go back to class. You sigh and stand up, dusting off the back of your skirt. You bend down to reach your bento, trying hard to not notice the boy checking you out as you did so. "When's the next game?" You grumble. The boy stands up himself, yawning and stretching. "Tomorrow we're having a practice game with another school after school. How about you?" You brighten, happy to see that he was interested in coming. "This Friday we're having a game, actually." The boy shrugged and replied, "Alright, I might show up then if you come tomorrow." You smile and nod, agreeing you would come.
"Ah, I'm going to need lots of strength, so make sure you pack something more meat based for lunch tomorrow, okay?" He says with a chuckle and ruffled your already messy hair. You gape at him, smacking his hand away. "Wait, you were actually serious about that?!" The boy scoffed. "Of course I was, BigButt." You frown at the new nickname he gave you, him snickering at your response. "It's not BigButt, you creep; it's [First Name], [Last Name] [First Name]!" you shriek. The boy yawns again as he waves you off while heading towards the door. "Aomine Daiki," he shouts back to you as he exits the roof top.
You sigh and head to the door yourself. What the heck did you get yourself into?
Author's Note: Hey guys, I know I haven't been around as much, but I'm back now! I need to stop being so super lazy! Anyways, I'm working on old and new stuff and here's a lil' reader-insert for yuh to distract you while I finish the old stuff! ;
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