A/N: So, after I
finished this, I realized the only factors I kept of your ask were Aomine as a
bad boy and the girl as a nerd. I focused more on her irritation with him and
his personality than with him bullying her though he is tactless (as we all
know). Also, because you specified “nerd girl” I do have some common tropes
here purely for the sake of description. Anyone can be a nerd but without
actual physical pictures, I have to rely on my word choices to paint it.
“And _____-san with Aomine-san,” sensei announces. The
female of the equation groans quietly, head smacking against her desk. Glancing
around she’s unsurprised to see the notorious bad boy of Too absent…again. Why
oh why does sensei hate her so? It’s bad enough to have to work on a paired
project but with Aomine Daiki? The most narcissistic and lazy asshole she’s
ever met?
The fact that he’s ridiculously gorgeous doesn’t help
matters either.
After class ends, she’s fortunate enough to come across his
pink haired keeper. “Ah, Momoi-san,” she calls garnering her attention.
She smiles brightly, waving. “Hello, ______-san, how are
you?”
“Eh, could be better,” she confesses shaking her head. The
pink haired girl tilts hers with curiosity to the reply but she ignores delving
further into her personal problems by getting straight to the point. “Do you
know where Aomine-san is?”
Momoi’s pink eyes widen before a devious smile curls up her
lips. “He’s probably on the roof. I know his favorite spot; do you want me to
take you to him?”
“That would be great, I don’t have a lot of time.”
The two walk briskly to the stairs heading up. By the time they’ve
reach the top, Momoi’s companion is breathing a bit heavier, the weight of her
backpack making her wish she’d had the foresight to leave it behind.
“Dai-san!” Momoi calls, voice shrill to impart maximum
annoyance to her friend.
“What do you want Satsuki?” Aomine grumbles, blue hair
visible near the edge of the platform upon which he lays.
“_______-san needs to see you! Be nice!” she shouts then
winks before leaving.
Time passes but Aomine has no intention of getting up. If
she wants to talk to him, she can come up here. His arm lays across his eyes to
block the blaring rays of sun but he jolts up at the feel of a shoe kicking the
bottom of his own. He hadn’t even heard her climb the ladder.
“What the hell,” he snaps, eyes opening to look up.
Above him stands who he’s dubbed the “nerd girl”. She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her
nose in a manner reminiscent to Midorima. “I could ask you the same thing,” she
snaps, eyes hidden behind the glare of her shields. “It’s impolite to keep a
lady waiting.
“Yeah, well, if you see one around let me know and I’ll make
sure to jump right up,” he retorts, satisfied to see a faint blush of what he
can only assume is anger flooding her cheeks. It makes her almost look human.
“You’re an ass,” she asserts. Setting down her bag, she
unzips it and hands him a paper.
“What’s this?” he asks blinking.
“Our paired assignment that we are unfortunately required to
collaborate on. It’s 25% of our grade Aomine-san, so I would appreciate it if
you don’t dawdle in doing your part.”
The basketball punk scans over the text before scoffing, “What
is this shit anyway? Tch, I don’t have time to worry about this right now.” He
stands, holding out the paper which she refuses to take.
“I’m not doing your work for you, Aomine-san,” she says
firmly standing as well, the difference in their height making her swallow her nerves.
She’s not exactly afraid of the looming
male but he definitely has an aura about him that makes her apprehensive.
And she hates herself for noticing the tone of his muscles;
she hates it even more that he doesn’t miss that she’s staring.
“Heh, why don’t we compromise, hmmm?” He takes a step
forward but she refuses to retreat so now his chest is almost touching her
decidedly large one. “You handle the assignment,” he murmurs, hand reaching out
to play with some loose strands of her hair. “And I’ll handle you.”
Heat floods her face at his insinuation followed by
righteous anger. Her hand moves before she can think, smacking him across the
face. “You’re a pig,” she hisses, gathering her bag and storming down the
ladder. She leaves with a parting, “Meet me at the library at 5:00, we’ll go
over the details then,” thrown over her shoulder before the roof door slams
shut. Behind she leaves Aomine fuming.
He’s never backed down or lost a challenge before and he isn’t
about to start now. “The only one who
can beat me, is me,” Aomine mumbles, gathering his belongings.
That evening, she takes a seat in one of the study rooms and
waits. And waits. And waits. Of course, the jerk would be late. When an hour
past their meeting time goes by, a deep boiling anger bubbles up. She isn’t
this person, isn’t one to go off and strike someone, to want to yell and scream
at them but Aomine Daiki is decidedly good at getting her dander up. She
loathes the injustice that someone so pertinacious and self-centered
practically has the world at his feet just through sheer arrogance and
entitlement.
And to top it all off, she knows he’s in a gang, a delinquent
through and through and yet everyone, including teachers, fall to his feet like
he’s some sort of god!
All because he’s good at basketball.
Ok, so maybe he’s better than good, maybe he is the best,
but still, there are more things to life! More things that make people great, make
them valuable and important!
Finally, she’s done waiting, grabbing up her bag and huffing
out the doors making a beeline for the gym. It’s unlikely he’s even there given
his penchant for skipping practice almost as much as he does class but she has
to try. She has to get him to realize she’s not a push over and she’s not a
patsy.
Entering, she sees who she knows to be captain and coach of
the basketball team talking quietly. The squeak of her shoes against the floor announces
her presence and both males turn to look in her direction. “Ah, excuse me,
Imayoshi-senpai?” she calls.
His smile makes her shiver a little. “Yes? Can I help you?”
“I…I’m sorry to bother you but, have you seen Aomine-san? We
were supposed to meet at the library and-“
“Ah, so you’re the
reason Aomine-kun was all hot under the collar today,” he asserts making her
blink in confusion. Coach murmurs something about grading papers, leaving the
basketball player and flustered student to their own devices. Before she can
ask him to explain Imayoshi goes on, “Please allow me to apologize for the
inconvenience. You see, it’s my fault Aomine-kun just now finished. Course, now
I understand why he didn’t complain as much as he usually does. What a naughty
boy, am I right?”
Deep crimson overtakes her complexion, hands gripping the
strap of her bag tighter. Why is she interpreting his commentary so…lewdly?
Imayoshi, ever observant, is tempted to continue this line
of teasing simply for the pleasure of watching her squirm but he’s tired and
besides; it’s clear this one isn’t interested in him anyway. Shame, she’d be
fun to break. Shrugging on his own bag, Imayoshi points towards the locker
room. “He’s in there,” then promptly exits the gym, leaving her to decide
whether to continue waiting.
Taking a seat on the bench, she goes over her notes, mind
wandering between what she’s doing and what’s taking Aomine so long. Undoubtedly,
he’s done this on purpose, exerting himself as dominant and not one to cater to
the beck and call of others, but he’s never tangoed with someone like her
before.
“Yo,” his deep voice rumbles jarring her out of her
thoughts. Looking up, she swallows the extra saliva that has suddenly appeared thanks
to the sight of him shirtless, tribal markings dancing on his broad chest and
over sculpted shoulders. A distinct heat erupts between her legs when she
notices his nipples are pierced. How the hell does he play basketball with
those?
“Oh, these? I take them out of course,” he comments
revealing she voiced the question out
loud.
Mortified, she covers her face, a deep groan pulling from
her lips. His presence before her on his knees, face level with hers, makes her
squeak. “You’d better be careful, _______-san, I just may get the wrong
impression if you keep making noises like that.”
Her bosom heaves drawing his eyes downward, his blatant
staring making her entire body hum with apprehension. Raising his eyes to hers
once more he smirks, leaning forward. Heat radiates off his flesh, their
proximity drawing beads of sweat to her brow.
“You know, maybe what you need isn’t a project partner so
much as a…fuck partner?” he murmurs, lips millimeters from hers.
“You’re a pig,” she whispers.
“So you’ve already mentioned. And you’re a bitch, what of
it?” he replies.
“I don’t like you,” she remarks.
“Tch, you think I like you? Hardly. Though despite your
glasses and always wearing cardigans even when it’s fucking hot outside, you’re
certainly alluring,” he admits, trailing a heated gaze over her curves.
“This…this can’t…this isn’t
happening,” she asserts, willing her brain to work better than her hormones.
“Oh, I beg to differ princess,” he purrs, “I can see you
want me, why continue to deny it? Take the offer, it’s not everyone I’m willing
to give all this to.”
She narrows her eyes. “And here I thought I’d figured out
how you got ahead in life, Aomine-san.”
“What’d you mean?”
She shrugs, glad to feel a bit of her senses (other than the
horny ones) returning. “I was racking my brain trying to figure out how you
could possibly still be in school and on the team even though you do nothing
contributory to either. Well, at least in school. I know in basketball you’re second
to none, though I have heard rumors of a certain red head at Seirin that
supposedly can give you a run for your money.” She shrugs again, tapping him on
the nose. “I just assumed you were a man whore, slutting it up to whomever you
needed. How else would you still be passing your classes?”
“You, self-righteous bitch,” he snaps.
Eyes gleaming behind her glasses, she pushes against his chest,
denial clear. Aomine may be a bastard, but he’d never truly force himself on
her. He gets up, eyes full of fire.
“I believe that’s round one to me, Daiki-kun,” she purrs
sashaying her hips as she exits. Turning around, she’s gratified to see evidence of a distinctly firm problem below his waist line. “Tomorrow, after school,
5PM, library. Be there.”
When she’s gone, Aomine grabs his basketball and slam dunks
it hard enough to shake the rafters. This kitten doesn’t know who she’s dealing
with and Aomine is dead set on turning her hisses into mewls.
A/N: I originally intended
to end this NSFW but the progression changed as I went and I really like how
things ended here with the bad boy being put in his place. I hope you still
enjoyed it!
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