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Scenario: Aomine Daiki x Reader based on “Heather” by Conan Gray
You had a crush on Aomine Daiki. Who wouldn’t? He’s tall, athletic, and a smooth talker— it’s so incredibly easy to fall for him. Your feelings for him blossomed almost instantly when you first laid eyes on him in your classroom at the start of your first year at Touou. He sat at the desk behind you and he would often ask to borrow your pencils during class, which allowed you to casually strike up a conversation with him by joking that he never has his own pencil.
Over time, the two of you became quite close. You wouldn’t talk to him much out of class, because both of you had other things to do, but in class you two were inseparable. As you grew closer, you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way you did.
“Hey, you and Aomine are getting really close, huh?” one of your friends pointed out to you as you walked around the school courtyard during break.
The mere sound of his name caused your heart to race. “Yeah, I guess. We only talk in class though,” you shrugged, being careful not to show that you had a crush on him because word spreads fast in your school.
“You two look cute together,” she said to you out of nowhere, causing you to almost choke on the water you were sipping.
“It’s just a thought, you probably don’t like him anyways,” she continued nonchalantly, just speaking whatever came to her mind, “one of the girls in our class was telling me how he’s always smiling when you speak to him.”
“Why is everyone watching us? That’s so weird,” you said coolly, though it did make you happy that your friend also thought that you two would be a great pair— which encouraged you to shoot your shot with him.
Your friend shrugged, “Class gets boring sometimes.” There was a small silence between you two as she looked up at the cloudy sky and sighed, “Too bad he has a girlfriend though.”
Just like that, all your hopes came shattering down around you. The fluttering in your chest came to a halt and everything felt heavy. “He does?” you were able to say, doing your best not to scream in frustration.
“Yeah, you didn’t know? That girl, Momoi, from class 3. She’s gorgeous, I think even I might have a crush on her,” your friend joked.
You forced a small chuckle in response, unable to stop your mind from spiralling. It made sense that he had a girlfriend. You couldn’t be mad at him for having one because well, he was never yours to begin with; it just hurt.
When you got back to class to resume the second half of your school day, you did your best to act like everything was normal while you talked to Aomine. It didn’t help that just seeing his face made you want to burst into tears, but you held them back, telling yourself that you’ll have a good cry to yourself when you get back home.
The school day finally came to an end and you bid your usual goodbyes to your friends and Aomine before heading off to the bus stop near school. You were finally alone for the first time that day, and you couldn’t help but let a few tears slip out as you pulled your school blazer closer to you for warmth. It was unbelievably cold that afternoon, and you cursed your past self for not remembering to bring a warmer piece of clothing in the middle of winter.
“Boo!” a deep voice suddenly said from behind you as a pair of hands gripped your shoulders, causing you to gasp and jolt your body at the surprise. Before turning around, you quickly wiped the tears off of your face and put on a smile.
“Aomine! You scared me,” you chuckled, voice raspy even though you were only crying for a few seconds. “Don’t you have basketball practice?”
“Never mind that,” Aomine said, looking at your trembling body, “you’re shivering. Did you not bring a sweater?”
You shook your head in response, “I forgot it this morning.”
Aomine sighed and dug around his backpack before pulling out a large black sweater and handing it to you. “You got lucky that I have an extra one. I can’t have my pencil supplier dying of hypothermia,” Aomine joked as you pulled his sweater over your head. It smelled just like his cologne, with a hint of fabric softener— and suddenly you had this bittersweet feeling overcome you. You would have been over the moon if he had done this the day before, but you couldn’t enjoy it as much after what your friend had told you earlier. “Hey, it looks better on you than it does on me— that’s not fair,” he sighed.
“Thanks,” you said with a smile, unable to even look him in the eye as you internally panicked at his words.
“Dai-chan!” a high-pitched voice called out from a distance. You looked over and saw a pink-haired girl that wore the same uniform jogging towards you. She was undoubtedly pretty. As she got closer and closer to you, you started to take note of her features; her bright eyes, smooth skin and luscious hair were nothing short of beautiful. Almost instinctively, you glanced at Aomine, and his eyes were glued onto her, even when she finally came to a halt and stood in front of him. He was completely mesmerised by her and you couldn’t blame him— which made you even more frustrated somehow. “It’s so cold,” she pouted, before hugging Aomine tightly.
A smile began to form on Aomine’s lips as he returned the warm embrace, wrapping his long arms around her small body. You felt an ache in your chest as you watched Aomine place a small kiss on the top of her head, wishing it was you he was holding instead of her.
“Oh let me introduce you two,” Aomine said, finally looking at you. “Satsuki, this is Y/N, she’s one of my classmates. Y/N, this is my girlfriend, Momoi Satsuki.”
A small part of you was hoping that what your friend told you wasn’t true, but hearing the words come out of his own mouth felt like your heart was getting repeatedly run over by a bus. “H-Hi, nice to meet you,” your voice trembled.
“Oh God, you’re shivering! Are you sure you should be out here? My house is nearby, you can warm up there if you’d like,” Momoi offered. Of course she was incredibly sweet too.
You spotted your bus finally approaching the stop, and you couldn’t be more relieved to see it. “It’s alright, my bus is here. Thank you though,” you smiled at her before waving goodbye to the two of them as you got into the bus. Once you were settled, you peered out of the window, watching the two of them interact with each other with smiles on their faces. They began to walk together and you noticed Aomine put his arm around her shoulder as the bus slowly began to drive away. You felt your throat tighten up as you hugged Aomine’s sweater closer to your body, begging your heart to get over him because there was no way he’d leave someone as perfect as Momoi for you.
For the next few weeks, you were able to contain yourself, finally feeling yourself slowly getting over it, and you even returned his sweater because it pained you to keep it. You’d notice him walking to the canteen with Momoi during break, which hurt you at first but it fizzled out as days passed by. You were glad that Aomine was happy, you wished that you were the one making him feel that way, but it wasn’t. The two of you paired up for a task in art class where you had to draw each other. “Ugh they make us do this every year,” Aomine groaned as you turned your desk around so the two of you were facing each other.
The two of you began to draw in silence. However, every time you’d look up at his face, you’d feel that familiar heartache, which was awful because it meant that you weren’t getting over him like you convinced yourself you were. Every time you’d look up at him, you wanted to scream that you liked him, but you did your best to tell yourself that you didn’t.
Aomine began to chuckle, “Oh God, I’m so bad at art,” you didn’t like him. “You’re nowhere near as ugly as my drawing,” you didn’t like him. “I hope you don’t hate me after seeing my work—”
“I like you!” you suddenly blurted out, before immediately clasping your hand over your mouth when you realised what you had said.
Aomine’s smile faded away as he wore a confused expression on his face, “What?”
“I’m sorry, just forget I said that, please,” you said quickly, as you avoided all eye contact with him and pretended to be invested in your art.
“What do you mean you like me?”
“Please just drop it. I don’t know what I was saying,” you mumbled, cursing yourself for saying something.
The bell rang for break and your teacher left the class after telling everyone to finish their work by the next class. Your classmates around you got up from their seats and began to move all over, but you and Aomine were frozen in place. After a long moment of silence the navy haired boy finally spoke up, “I like you too.”
You looked up at him with eyes as wide as saucers. Did you hear him right? “Don’t say that,” you said in what was barely a whisper, knowing that lies would hurt more than him just rejecting you. “What about Momoi?”
“I didn’t tell anyone yet, but we broke up. She was my best friend before we dated, and we realised it was better that way,” Aomine explained. “Besides, she’s still hung up over one of my friends from middle school.”
You couldn’t believe your ears. This had to be a lie. Nothing is ever this easy. “Okay, but there’s no way you like me,” you said to him, ridding yourself of any filters because you just wanted things to be clear.
“What’s not to like? You’re one of the few people I enjoy talking to. I don’t know if you noticed, but you’re the only person in this class that I actually talk to.”
The butterflies in your stomach seemed to return as your heart began to race. It was real. He liked you. Your feelings weren’t unrequited after all. “You have no idea how happy I am right now,” you gushed, colour rising to your cheeks as you tried to collect your thoughts. For the first time in a while, the thought of Aomine wasn’t painful.
The two of you went on a date after school to a nearby cafe. As you walked there in the chilly winter weather, Aomine put his arm around your shoulder. And after ages of wondering what this very action would feel like, you finally had your answer; it felt warm and loving and it was even better than you could possibly imagine.