☆ CLOSE DEFENSE ☆
collage chaose romance // fake dating // slow corruption of control // smoke, ink, sweat, silence
a chaotic college romance between noise and silence, where she learns that calm isn’t always peace and chaos isn’t always danger
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frataominedaiki x stoner femreader
⮑ NEXT
parts: 1. stormy eyes, 2. little show off, 3. these violator,
cw: awkward flirting with consequences, aomine daiki being a problem (as usual), fake dating proposal energy (preliminary stages of bad decisions), emotionally unavailable reader™ behavior, mild panic via academic burnout + ghosting frustration, caffeine + thc haze / dissociation-lite vibes, mutual “i see too much but we will not talk about it” energy, basketball boys invading your personal space (literally), reader having a very inconvenient crush at the worst possible moment, tension that is absolutely not being addressed like normal people would
STORMY EYES
“shit, shit, shit,” you muttered under your breath, aggressively deleting the passive-aggressive message you’d been trying to send your client.
you did beta reading and proofreading for a small publishing house, and occasionally you picked up extra money correcting essays and other academic projects. right now, you’d put aside a manuscript you were working on just to deal with this short essay. what you hadn’t expected was for the girl to ghost you for two days straight.
you sat annoyed on the front patio of the campus café. you couldn’t stay locked up in your dorm anymore - you’d suddenly felt like you were going to lose it if you didn’t get out.
so here you were.
outside.
in your pajamas, hair lazily clipped up, glasses sliding down your nose as you absentmindedly hit your thc vape. you slammed your phone onto the table and let out a long breath, trying to shake off the tension.
“not worth it,” you muttered to yourself. “i’ll just bill her anyway. you spent the whole weekend on it, and she only texted last minute.”
after your little motivational speech, you took a sip of iced tea and stared at your laptop screen.
you started rereading your own words, scanning for inconsistencies in your assignment for your writing seminar. gradually, you became oblivious to the passage of time and your environment.
a random, monotonous piano track played through your headphones. your eyelids felt heavy. your body was comfortably relaxed despite the awkward position you were sitting in.
a tall shadow fell over you, breaking your moment of peace.
it took you a second for your foggy brain to register the shift. with a slight frown, you tilted your head back and met sharp, stormy dark-blue eyes.
looking down at you was the ace of the basketball team, wearing a faintly dismissive expression. tousled dark hair with that deep indigo tint, one eyebrow raised as he studied you.
his eyes dragged over your oversized fluffy sweatpants - at least two sizes too big. your light robe didn’t reveal much of your top, but he still caught the faded band logo on your shirt.
in his head, he briefly wondered if your outfit was some kind of fashion choice or just a malfunction.
the moment he noticed your red, tired eyes, he had his answer.
"you're the tutor who does proofreading work?” he asked from above, voice rough.
“yeah?” you answered, slightly caught off guard.
aomine didn’t hesitate.
he pulled out the chair in front of you and sat down, arms crossing over his chest. he glanced around the patio once before focusing back on you.
“need help,” he said bluntly. “with my grades. if i don’t fix them, i’m off the court.”
“okey..” you blinked slowly. “and you are?” you asked without any extra thought . the question slipped out naturally. you knew you’d heard of him - you just couldn’t place him in that moment.
aomine stared at you.
“…are you serious?”
“yes, keep talking,” you said instead, taking a sip of your drink, slightly more irritated now.
“daiki aomine,” he said flatly, like that should’ve been enough.
“okay, so what do you need, aomine?”
“grades,” he said. “need to catch up. missing assignments, seminar work, a few other things.”
you started mentally rearranging your schedule, calculating where you could even fit that in. you removed your glasses, pinched the bridge of your nose, and let out a frustrated sigh.
you weighed it.
but when you did the math on what you could charge, you realized it might actually free you from other smaller projects.
“it’s gonna be expensive,” you said, looking him straight in the eye.
aomine’s expression shifted immediately - something like satisfaction, like he’d already expected that answer.
“don’t worry about money, babe,” he said lazily, a hint of confidence in his voice. “i’ve got plenty. just name your price.”
you were already regretting getting into this.
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a few days later, you were standing in front of the campus dorm housing the basketball team. you silently cursed yourself for agreeing to this in the first place. you shifted nervously from foot to foot, fingers still fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.
with a long exhale, you finally knocked on the door.
you hated that you’d gotten yourself into this situation. you’d wanted to meet somewhere public, but aomine had insisted on here. apparently, “so his fangirls wouldn’t bother him,” as if he didn’t have plenty of those.
the door suddenly swung open, filling the frame with a tall, muscular figure. you tilted your head up and met kise’s golden gaze.
the corners of his mouth lifted instantly the moment he saw you. his charm practically hit you in the face. he gave you a confident once-over and licked his lips almost absentmindedly.
“you’re…?” he asked lightly, leaning one arm against the doorframe.
“y/n,” you answered quickly. “is aomine here? i’m supposed to help him with school,” you added just as fast.
“y/n?”
the voice from inside came out surprised, and a chill ran down your spine the moment you recognized it.
a second later, murasakibara’s massive figure appeared in your line of sight.
his tired, slightly reddened eyes looked down at you from above. he smiled faintly, almost absentmindedly, a bowl of fresh popcorn in his hands.
“what are you doing here?” he asked, his voice full of surprise. “it’s weird seeing you here and not on lecture.”
your heart skipped and you swallowed dryly.
murasakibara had been your crush since last year. it had been hard not to notice him - he literally stood out in every crowd of freshmen. his quiet, calm presence had settled somewhere deeper than it probably should have.
you opened your mouth nervously, but no words came out.
after a beat too long, you just offered a small, awkward smile at your silence.
“she’s here to help me with school,” aomine’s voice cut in from behind him, irritated. “so can you move and let her in already? jeez.”
you slipped past aomine into the house, silently grateful he had appeared at exactly the right moment.
the two of you made it through the house without further interruption and finally reached the closed door of aomine’s room.
you glanced around as you stepped inside, taking in the mild chaos. you moved toward the desk and sat down, eyes drifting over scattered laundry and messy stacks of books. it was a sharp contrast to the neatly organized bulletin board and schedule pinned above it.
“did you look at that essay?” aomine asked as he dropped onto his bed, phone already in hand, pulling your attention away from his room.
“yeah,” you sighed, resigned, pulling your laptop out of your bag. you opened it and pulled up the document he’d sent you two days ago, scanning your notes and trying to make sense of them again.
“if i put the information nicely,” you started, glancing toward him - just in time to see him half-smiling at his screen, a silver chain between his teeth, “it’s a disaster.”
the second it registered, his head snapped toward you.
you had his full attention instantly.
“a disaster?” he repeated. “what do you mean, disaster? it’s fine; i wrote it.”
“oh, sorry. must be amazing then, since you wrote it,” you shot back dryly, shifting onto his bed so you could get closer and start pointing at your notes on the screen.
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“that’s it for today." you closed your laptop and stared out the window. it was already getting dark, and the exhaustion from the entire day was starting to settle in your bones. “good work,” you added toward aomine, who was frowning at his phone.
you rolled your eyes at him and started packing your things back into your bag. you didn’t really pay him any attention until he let out a weary sigh and tossed his phone onto the bed.
“what?” you asked automatically, more out of habit than actual interest. the second it left your mouth, you internally regretted it.
“hypothetically,” aomine started.
“i’m honestly impressed you know the word ‘hypothetically,’” you muttered under your breath with a faint amused smirk.
“ha ha,” he laughed dryly. “you’re hilarious.”
“it was right there. sorry," you chuckled lightly. aomine noticed it - how your usual guard slipped for a second. “so what is it?” you added after a short pause.
“okay,” he said slowly. “so, hypothetically… if you were dating someone, broke up, everything was over, and that person still kept texting, calling, and showing up… what would you do?”
“i’d block them?” you answered with a shrug.
“and if that doesn’t work?”
“i’d call the police,” you said calmly, placing your full backpack onto the chair by the desk.
aomine let out an amused huff and shook his head in disbelief at your solution.
“yeah, probably not that extreme,” he said, slightly less sure now. “she’s not bad. she just doesn’t really get boundaries.”
“then date someone else, even if it’s fake,” you said thoughtfully. “i don’t know - go to a party, find a girl, post a couple stories, make it look real. she’ll get the hint eventually.”
in the dim light of the room, something in aomine’s eyes caught. he shifted forward on the edge of the bed, long legs spreading as he leaned his elbows onto his knees, studying you with sudden interest. a slow, victorious smirk spread across his face.
“and what about you?” he asked, voice lighter, teasing. “you wouldn’t do that for a friend?”
“don’t flatter yourself,” you cut in easily. “we’ve known each other for a few days. i wouldn’t even call you an acquaintance yet, let alone a friend.”
“rude,” he laughed, but he didn’t let it drop. his mind briefly flashed back to how you froze earlier when murasakibara appeared - how easily you gave yourself away.
something clicked.
“if you help me, i could help you, you know?”
“what do you mean?” you asked, crossing your arms as you studied him. the way his stormy eyes stayed locked on you, the corner of his mouth pulled into that provoking grin - it already made you distrust whatever was coming next.
“i noticed how you look at atsushi,” he said quietly, confidence sharpening his tone. “how you froze up and got all red. you help me, i help you.”
“i wasn’t looking at him,” you scoffed flatly, forcing an indifferent shrug.
you were trying to deny something that had probably been painfully obvious to everyone in that hallway.
still, you had to try.
“bullshit,” aomine said immediately.
you shot him a glare.
“just admit it.” he shrugged, a sickeningly satisfied smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “you like him. not exactly a crime.”
he knew exactly what he was doing.
you fell silent for a moment, doing nothing but stare back at him. suddenly, you were aware of everything.
the weight of his sharp gaze.
how annoyingly difficult it was to take a normal breath when he was looking at you like that. like he’d already figured you out and was waiting for you to catch up.
it was ridiculous, stupid - almost embarrassingly childish.
you didn’t expect yourself to actually consider it.
and you hated that part of you that did.
you figured out there was no point hiding anything from him. he had literally seen your entire embarrassing performance the moment murasakibara spoke to you.
“no,” you shook your head. “that’s a terrible idea, and my love life is none of your business. go bother one of your fangirls.”
“come on,” he muttered, almost exhausted now. “it’s a win-win. you’ll see. it won’t even be for long. just until she backs off. and then i’ll do everything i can to set you two up.”
“murasakibara is definitely going to notice we’re ‘dating’,” you said, making air quotes with your fingers around the word.
“trust me, he won’t care,” aomine said with a shrug. “he’s never really paid attention to my love life.”
“probably because you hook up with someone new every week?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow with a sharp little smile.
“ouch,” he exhaled, amused. “so… deal or what?”
the way he looked at you - too direct, too persistent - sent a faint chill down your spine. it irritated you how straightforward he was, how easily he cornered you into making a decision you’d already said you would rather not make.
and yet he kept pushing, like he already knew you’d give in.
you bit the inside of your cheek absentmindedly, fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt.
“fine.”
a/n: hello hello!! :dd figured i’d try something a little different this time and finally start a longer fic 👀 i’m planning for this one to be 10+ chapters (hopefully even more if everything goes according to plan hehe). consider this the pilot episode!! ^^ i’d absolutely love to hear your thoughts, reactions - anything, really :’) every comment means the world and keeps me motivated to keep writing. i really hope you’ll enjoy the ride and stick around for the next chapters… and maybe for more fics in the future too <3
