Aomine is pretty much dead on his feet when he finally gets back
home. It’s cold and wet and disgusting, and it absolutely sucks that he’d been
called in when it’s technically his Christmas vacation. The worst part? Kagami
had a day off from the restaurant- the owner had gone away for a wedding, and
instead of spending some quality time with his boyfriend, Aomine had been stuck
at work, and it had gone so badly; he
had temporarily become borderline homicidal. The thought of coming back home to
the red head was the only thing that kept his sanity intact.
As soon as he stumbles into their warm, cozy apartment, he kicks
off his shoes and then decides to keep them at least semi-neatly away.
Shrugging off his coat, he hangs it up haphazardly before stalking into the
living room, desperate to catch a glimpse of his salvation.
It doesn’t dawn on Aomine that it’s a lot later than expected,
and a quick glance at his watch tells him it’s somewhere around 2:30 in the
morning, explaining the absence of his redhead, one that usually greets him the
minute he gets home. A plate of food on the table catches his attention, along with the subsequent note placed beneath it.
I have work in the morning, sorry I couldn’t stay up. Eat well, it’s teriyaki
Love you, Kagami.
Aomine smiles at the end note, his heart fluttering like a high
schooler’s. Over the years, Kagami and he had gotten so much more comfortable
with declarations of love, even if it was embarrassing as fuck. Sure, they
fought every single day over pretty much every little thing, but his love for
the red head never ceased to grow, never ceased to amaze him and he couldn’t
believe just how lucky he had gotten.
Feeling a sudden rush of affection, Aomine polishes the plate of
food in record time, throws the dish in the sink and makes a dash for the
bathroom. Taking an extremely quick shower and finishing up with his nightly
routine, he pulls on some sweats and a tee before quietly stepping into their
bedroom. The large lump in the bed shows him where Kagami is sleeping, which just
so happens to be Aomine’s side of the bed, his face buried into the taller man’s
The sight makes Aomine weak,
and he manages to make it to the bed without collapsing. He’s still exhausted
and cold, and Kagami practically radiates heat, so Aomine does the only thing
he can- he crawls in on the same side and snuggles right into Kagami.
Of course the man is hot (literally and figuratively)
and Aomine sighs in content just as Kagami hisses slightly at the cold fingers
that have made their way into his shirt. Aomine cuddles into him for a minute
before finding the perfect position- his face pressed into Kagami’s neck, the
rest of his body entwined with his, and his arms wrapped around his middle
Moments later, Kagami repositions himself and ultimately, Aomine
finds himself engulfed in a warm hug, Kagami’s legs entangled with his own, his
breathe tickling his ear.
“Welcome home Daiki,” the red head grumbles, probably
subconsciously more than actually meaning to say so. He lightly kisses whatever
of Aomine is near his lips, which happens to be his forehead.
Aomine feels his cheeks warm, along with his insides, all the
way down to the core of his very
This warmth, this love, this embrace, it makes everything worth it. Hugging the red
head just a bit tighter, Aomine breathes in deeply as he takes in the all too
familiar scent- spicy and sweet, maybe slightly tangy. He knows in that moment
that he is where he’s meant to be.
I bet Momoi gets harassed a lot. And Aomine always manages to be there at the right moment. And once he’s chased all the shitlord guys away he never reprimands her for her appearance or her attitude. Because he knows that its not her fault, and he’s always so angry at guys who treat her that way. And always so angry they make her cry and feel threatened.
protective!Aomine is a thing that I loveeeeeeee
This is like my first comic I’ve ever done wow these two are sO IMPORTANT