Twenty-Five Strings In Counting (Aomine x Reader) // Completed

Twenty-Three Strings

I was told by Momoi that Daiki and his team had a tournament coming, the "Winter Cup". She told me to make Daiki go to practice, even if Imayoshi said that as long as they win.

I stared down at Daiki, who was currently laying down on the freezing rooftop. I knelt down and poked Daiki's cheeks, making him groan. He opened his eyes and turned to me, a tired look on his face.

"It's not good to sleep up here when it's cold, Daiki. You'll catch a cold." I told him, knowing anyways he wouldn't listen to me. I sat down and leaned forward, resting my elbows on his stomach.

Before closing his eyes, he took another look at me and furrowed his brows, "Why aren't you wearing a skirt-"

"Are you crazy? I'm not wearing a skirt in this weather, regardless if I need to or not. In this case, I have to. But I won't, I don't have a wish to get sick. Plus, I'm not one of those girls who wear scarves, a jacket - maybe a hat, and a skirt or whatever and not have your butt freezing." I flicked his forehead, sighing shortly after.

Suddenly, Daiki grabbed me and pulled me down to lay down with him. I struggled for a moment, pushing myself away. Though after he said, "Stop moving and lay down!"

"I am laying down." I stopped struggling and looked at his annoyed face. I slightly pursed my lips into a pouty-frown and light smacked his cheek.

Daiki looked at me surprised for a second.

A second later, I was being tickled by him. I tried rolling away, in attempt to stop the feeling of vulnerability. But, he kept me there and kept tickling me. I eventually gave out long laughs and closed my eyes, curling up in a ball.

Daiki pressed himself onto me, tickling me harder. I started kicking my legs in the air.

It was to the point my stomach was hurting, tears were in the corner of my eyes, laughing started to hurt.

"W-Wait..! S-St-Stop! I-I c-can't-!" I started hitting his back, squeezing his torso with my legs. He finally stopped and was on all fours above me.

We're so close...I can feel his breaths...

I took in deep breaths to calm down my racing heart.

But...I've been closer.

He leaned in close to my face, about to make lip contact.

I bit my own lip, feeling unsure if I should.

Before he could, he stopped. He sighed and pushed himself off of me. Sitting in front of me.

I laid there, on the ground; feeling guilty; feeling ashamed that I couldn't respond to his affection and need. I pushed myself up and stared at his face which was looking elsewhere. I crawled over to him and sat on his lap, facing him.

He snapped his head towards me; my expression was uneasy and embarrassed, but, I tried my hardest trying to continue what I was doing. I wrapped my arms around his torso and pressed my lips against his, his cold chapped lips warming up with mine.

I'm sorry...I'm not the best with relationships...

Eventually my arms wrapped around his neck as his arms held my waist, pushing me closer.

After a while, it broke; due to lack of oxygen.

"I'm sorry, I'm...just uneasy at times." I admitted, looking down. Of course I was ashamed, I felt like I wasn't good enough. But, I didn't want to lose him.

"It's okay, I get it. Remember?" He held up his right hand and twisted it back and forth fast, reminding me that he did punch (Ex's Name) in the past.

He...punched him for me...

I couldn't help, but to feel like I was going to cry.

All he did...was all for me...

I took his balled fist and pressed my lips against his knuckles, my eyes closed. I admire his efforts, all his actions, all his words, all his expressions. He may not be perfect, but he's the one for me.

You make me feel special, even when I'm not. You make me feel like I deserve you, when I feel like I don't. You're admirably honest and...I'm grateful for that...