title: more than friends, a little less than lovers
rating: t
themes: slice-of-life stuff, ahomine, misunderstandings, and more ahomine
This includes the prompt requested by organyx/thirteenth-ark from tumblr! Your request well be in the second segment of this one shot. This chapter is specially dedicated to you, so I really hope you enjoy it :)
Aomine yawned loudly as he sprawled out on the couch in the living room of the Momoi household. He lazily rested his head on the large arm rest, adjusting himself lightly until he found a position that felt completely relaxing. He sunk into the couch before closing his eyes and sighing.
Lately, he found that his resistance against his pink-haired childhood friend was frantically diminishing. He almost couldn't stand her anymore. He began to take note of ridiculous things, such as how short her school skirt was, how sweet her voice sounded, and how delightfully soft and smooth her neck looked. Aomine's eyes snapped out at the thought, and he began scowling harshly up at the ceiling.
The basketball ace slowly flipped over onto his stomach before letting out a low hum. Regardless of the fact that his presence could possibly pose as a danger to Momoi, he was still lying around in her house, waiting for her to come out of her room. He couldn't help it. Seeing her everyday was something he had become accustomed to a long time ago.
"Dai-chan!" He heard her call out from her room. He rose an eyebrow before sitting up and replying loudly with, "What?"
"Can you check outside to see if my skirt is still hanging there? The black one?" She asked him. Aomine sighed tiredly as he stood up, scratching the back of his head.
"Sure, sure," he answered back, stepping out into the backyard and towards the line of clothes hanging outside. "Black skirt...black skirt..." He muttered as he scanned the line. He paused momentarily to stare at a trio of large, somehow innocently lacy bras. There was a small ribbon in the middle of the cups of each bra. Piqued by curiosity, the basketball ace stepped closer towards the undergarments.
"D-cup?" Aomine questioned allowed as he reached over to read the small tag. "Yup, D-cup," he said, somewhat proudly. When Aomine looked ahead, he could see a few matching lacy panties, followed by the requested black skirt. He tried his best not to imagine her in the innocently sketchy attire as he hastily grabbed onto the skirt and walked back inside.
"I have it," he announced, rapping his knuckles against her bedroom door. There was a slight pause before she answered.
"Could you just...come in and leave it on the bed?" Momoi finally asked. Aomine rose an eyebrow, but complied. He opened the door and strolled into the room. She was no where in sight, and he knew that she was probably hiding somewhere in her closet, skirt-less. He didn't know if he felt more amused or aroused by the thought.
"Leave it and then go," Momoi said, whining slightly. He smirked slowly as an idea came to mind. Aomine walked over to one of her large dressers and effortlessly placed the skirt right on top of it. The dresser appeared a little bit higher than six feet. Then, he retreated over to her bed and plopped down on the comforter.
"Okay. It's there," he called out casually. He saw a brief appearance of pink that quickly withdrew back.
"I didn't see it on the bed..." Momoi said warily. He yawned, pretending to be bored. "It's on top of your dresser. I'm pretty sure you can reach up there," he said half-casually, and half-mockingly. He heard her give an angry puff of air from her cheeks.
Finally, after many silent seconds, she timidly walked out from where she had been hiding, which had simply been behind a bookcase. He smirked at her appearance. She was furiously trying to tug her short shirt down in a meager attempt to cover her panties, which were baby blue and accented with lace. She glared at him. "After this, you're so dead, Dai-chan," she warned him as she rushed over to her dresser to retrieve her skirt.
Aomine watched in heavy amusement as the girl went on her tip toes and stretched her arms out. Her hands brushed against the top of the dresser, and her fingertips were searching frantically for the skirt. Her shirt rose up, completely exposing her panties. He nearly sighed in content. Instead, he sat down and rested his chin on one of his hands.
"That's a pretty nice view," he commented in approval as his narrowing eyes lingered on the girl's rear. She let out a squeak before moving one of her arms down to pull down on her shirt while the other hands continued to search for the skirt. He let out a short, sharp laugh. She really is amusing, he thought vaguely to himself. She finally whipped around to face him, and it amused him even more to see the intense blush on her cheeks.
"This isn't funny, Dai-chan. Give me my skirt," she demanded, retreating from her tip toe position. He instantly shook his head.
"No way. This is too fun. Besides, you look better that way," Aomine told her before letting his eyes drop down to her panties once more. Her face reddened even more, if possible.
"Stop being immature already," she snapped, looking like she was ready to grab onto the nearest object and hurl it at him. He gave one last snicker before standing up from her bed, muttering, "Alright, calm down. Geez."
Easily, he reached over, grabbed onto the skirt, and handed it to her. She let out a sigh of relief and gratitude, although she was a bit startled that he didn't pull any tricks. However, that gratitude was instantly forgotten when she felt something grab and squeeze her butt. She turned around just in time to see Aomine hastily moving for the door.
The moment he slammed her bedroom door shut, he heard the impact of a heavy object smash against it (most likely her alarm clock) over her incoherent yelling. He chuckled softly before taking refuge back at her couch. If she killed him later on, he felt like he wouldn't really mind. It had been quite worth it, in his opinion.
000
"Hey, where the hell is Aomine?" Wakamatsu demanded gruffly as he entered the school gym. Sakurai instantly pulled the basketball he was holding up to his face to hide himself a bit more.
"I-I don't know. I...I'm sorry for not knowing. I'm sorry for not looking for him. I'm sorry for being ali"—
"Calm down, Sakurai," Wakamatsu sighed tiredly, scratching the back of his head. "Idiot's probably slacking off in the club room again..." He muttered, glowering.
"Anyway, c'mon, Sakurai. Might as well go fetch him," the blond said, using his hand to gesture. Sakurai nodded, placing the ball on the floor, and jogging after him.
The two quickly neared the clubroom. They expected to open the door and see Aomine passed out on the couch with a porn magazine on top of his face, as per usual. However, when Wakamatsu's hand had landed on the doorknob, the pair heard their basketball ace give out an extremely suspicious sound.
"Ah...yeah, right there...no, there...okay, right there...mm...shit, that's good. Can you do that again?"
Wakamatsu froze and Sakurai paled. Instead of throwing the door open, the two stayed glued to their spots, with Wakamatsu's hand still wrapped around the doorknob.
"Mm...you've gotten better, Satsuki. This feels great..." Aomine gave out a low moan this time, causing the two outside the clubroom to break out in cold, nervous sweats.
"Dai-chan, wait. Can you...um..."
"What? Again? You have to stop doing that, Satsuki. Just hold still for now, since this is probably going to hurt."
Wakamatsu's jaw fell open, but his hand still did not move. There was silence, with heavy anticipation in the air.
Finally, Momoi gave out a high pitched squeak, causing the two outside to jump violently in their spots.
"Shit, it's really tight..." Aomine muttered, sounding strained.
"D-don't pull so hard, Dai-chan," Momoi whined back. When she gave out another high pitched noise, Wakamatsu finally tuned back into his senses and threw the door open.
The door slammed against the wall as the blond shouted, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING?"
He was greeted by an image of Momoi and Aomine sitting down on the couch together, clothes on, with Aomine's hand wrapped around the girl's ponytail, which was half tied with a rubber band. They gazed silently at Wakamatsu, obviously startled by his sudden outburst. Behind him, Sakurai had collapsed.
"...What were you guys doing?" He finally managed to ask. "Well..." Aomine trailed off awkwardly, still confused with the situation. This time, Momoi stepped in.
"We...weren't really doing much? I was giving Aomine-kun a massage, and then I asked him to help me get the rubber band out of my hair," the pink-haired girl explained, pointing to her hair. Aomine glared down at her.
"I keep telling you to stop using rubber bands to tie your hair. They're too tight. Why don't you just buy normal hair bands?" Aomine demanded critically. She answered by stubbornly crossing her arms and letting out an annoyed huff. He rolled his eyes at her response.
"Anyway, did you need anything? And just so you know, Ryou's been on the floor for a while now," the blue-haired ace pointed out, with Momoi appearing just as curious. Wakamatsu slowly walked back towards the door, suddenly feeling as if his soul had left his body.
"It's...nothing..." He mumbled before walking out, dragging the fainted boy with him.
000
"Dai-chan, you're really heavy," Momoi complained. Aomine responded by pushing more of his weight onto her. She sighed heavily, turning to give him a cross stare.
"We have to finish our homework right now, Dai-chan. We won't have time for it tomorrow because of the extended basketball practice," Momoi told him strictly.
"And who's fault is that," Aomine replied, extremely blunt. She ignored his question by focusing back on the papers in front of her.
"Anyway, for the reflections, we have to have someone else give us three adjectives that describe us. That sounds like elementary homework, but whatever, I guess..." Momoi trailed off, reading off of her planner. She turned back to the basketball ace, who now had his head against the table. She frowned.
"Dai-chan, after this, you can sleep okay? Let's just finish the reflections," she told him, nudging him lightly with her pencil. He opened one eye to look at her, scowling. But he complied nonetheless, taking the paper she had handed to him.
"Just write down three things about me, and I'll do the same for you," Momoi explained, grabbing onto his paper.
She tilted her head thoughtfully, looking up at the ceiling as she tried to figure out three words that described the man sitting next to her. Momoi watched as he lazily scrawled some words onto her paper before shoving both the paper and his pencil away from him. He resumed his position of having his head slumped against the table. She turned back towards the paper, now knowing exactly what to write about him.
Reckless
Lazy
The girl stared at the last, empty spot. A smile found its way onto her face as she wrote down the last was a word she felt described him entirely when they were together. Her heart swelled as she wrote out the character. The relationship they had was strange, but she knew not to question it for the time being. All she knew was that she never wanted whatever they had to end. She could never deny the fact that Aomine was the most important person in her life.
She finally leaned back, admiring the list she had made for him. Her eyes lingered on the last adjective, and her smile widened considerably.
Tender
The girl switched their papers back to see what he had written for her. She unfolded the paper and was instantly astonished at what she saw.
I love you
I love you
I love you
Her breath hitched, and she immediately turned to speak to him.
"Dai-chan, this doesn't cou"—
The sentence died in her throat when she spotted him sleeping, with his face on the table and turned towards her, which was something he normally wouldn't do. Momoi watched as he inhaled, and then exhaled in slow, rhythmic breaths. She played with his front locks, brushing them back a little before twirling them with her fingers. He didn't stir, and it was probably due to the long basketball practice that had taken place that morning. Her knuckles ran along his dark cheek, which was surprisingly a lot softer than she had anticipated. Her eyes gazed down at his slightly parted lips. She blushed and quickly withdrew her hand.
"Ahomine," Momoi murmured before placing her arm face on the table, making sure that her face was facing his. She took in the sweet image of his sleeping face once more before shutting her eyes and falling into her own peaceful slumber.
A/N: I wrote this all in one go last night, which is extremely rare for me, hahaha. Hopefully, the writing still came out okay. It's another slice-of-life type of one shot, which are my absolute favorite, since it's pretty much unrestrained. Anyway, thank you for being here, and I hope you'll drop off a nice review on your way out? Also, the next one shot is a complete mystery. I don't even have a draft written up yet otl.
Thanks for reading! I love you guys!