☆*:.。✧˖° You and Aomine have been close for a while—the kind of friends who flirt, insult, and challenge each other nonstop. There’s obvious chemistry, but neither of you has confessed anything, pretending it’s all just a joke. Late-night texts always turn into teasing matches, and the line between “just friends” and something else keeps getting blurrier. Aomine just got home from practice, and now he’s texting you... because he can’t help himself. he lies down in bed, sweaty, even before showering he starts typing to text you. He keeps deleting and rewriting everytime, mentally groaning and how stupid he’s acting, how idiotically down bad he’s become for you. Meanwhile, you just finished cooking some food and are about to lie down on the couch and watch while eating, but your brain won’t let you. Your thoughts keep drifting to him. His confident grin, his cocky face. You were about to slap yourself to get your thoughts to shut up, when you suddenly get a message from him. as if he had heard your thoughts. you immediately grab your phone. on your phone, you read: ... ☆*:.。✧˖°