Knight in Shining Armor (AominexReader)

Reader-chan and Aomine really like to cuss in this story… Have fun! xD

“Tch, can’t believe the one day I show up for practice, Satsuki and Captain make me go to the library to study. Stupid math class…” Aomine kicked the ground, scowling at it, as if it were the reason for all of his problems. The navy-haired boy opened the door to the school library, and quickly scanned the room, looking to see where there might be an empty spot for him to take a nap. Seeing that there was none, he decided to sit down at the table that only had one other student at it. The student was hunched over her school work, her (h/l) (h/c) hair moving back and forth as she furiously wrote in her notebook. The girl paused for a moment, looked up, and sighed, blowing her (h/c) locks out of her vision before hunching over to write again. In that moment that she had raised her head, Aomine stared and thought, Wow, she’s really pretty.

*

At the sound of a chair scraping against the floor, you looked up from your school work, and saw the ace of the Touou Academy’s basketball team, Aomine Daiki, sit down a few chairs down from you on the opposite side of the table. You shyly ducked your head back down to focus on your school work, which became impossible because of how hard your heart was beating.

Oh my gosh, what is the ace of the basketball team doing here? And sitting at my table?! Breathe, (f/n), breathe. Just finish your school work, and then leave. BUT HOW CAN I FINISH WHEN AOMINE DAIKI IS SITTING NO MORE THAN 5 FEET AWAY FROM ME?

You started to write even faster to just try and get your essay done, but you wrote too fast, while gripping the pencil too hard that your hand started to cramp, and badly. Hissing, you dropped the pencil and stretched and massaged your hand. You looked up to stretch your neck, and made eye contact with Aomine’s fiery gaze, causing you to stop stretching your neck, but not your hand.

“If you spread your fingers as wide as possible and then flex your hand, that should help stretch it a lot more than what you’re doing right now.” Aomine’s voice was soft (and was that a hint of gentleness you heard?), but the slightly arrogant tone he always had was still there.

“Oh, uh, really?”

“Yeah, the basketball team does it a lot before practice.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks.”

It was quiet for awhile, you could hear the other students turning pages and furiously working on essays and projects with close deadlines. Then, Aomine cleared his throat, and said, “So, uh, I’m Aomine Daiki. You?”

“My name’s (l/n) (f/n).”

“Whatcha doing here, (l/n)?”

“Writing my English essay, you?”

“Tch, Satsuki and Captain made me come here to study for my math midterm since my grade wasn’t good during the practice one.”

“Oh? What math are you in?”

“Geometry, who knew that shapes could be so fucking difficult?”

“Well, it’s not that hard, once you learn the concept and then you keep on practicing a lot. What is probably the hardest concept for you right now?” Your conversation with Aomine went back forth about geometry, before you offered to actually tutor him, so he moved, placing himself directly across from you. You looked at the work sheets that his teacher had given him, and quickly got to work pointing out different tricks to use to do certain problems. Two hours passed by the time you were done tutoring the basketball ace (since you ended up tutoring him in science too), and you had calmed down a significant amount from when he first sat down.

“Thanks, (l/n). You’re a lot better at teaching than the teachers.” Aomine smirked at you, and in response, you blushed while looking at the floor, hoping your (h/c) locks would hide you from his view.

“No problem,” you paused to try and control your breathing and the beating of your heart, “We wouldn’t want the ace of the basketball team being ineligible to play games because of his math scores.”

“Hey, (l/n), do you have a phone?”

“Uh, yeah. Why?” You swallowed loudly, but you barely heard it over the sound of the blood rushing in your ears.

“Let’s exchange numbers. This way, if I need more tutoring, you can help me, and I think it would be fun to talk with you. I mean, you made two hours of studying seem pretty interesting to me.” Aomine had reached into his pocket, grabbing his navy phone. You rushed to get your (f/c) phone out, and quickly exchanged phones with the dark-skinned boy. You typed your phone number in, along with your name, and exchanged it for your phone, which now had the new addition of Aomine’s number in it.

“I’ll see you around, (l/n).” You slightly raised your hand, smiling at the navy-haired boy. When he had left the library, you let out a breath, and put both hands to your blushing face.

“Oh god, this is so not good…”

**

“Hey otaku freak, how’s it going?”

“You gonna go creep on the basketball team again?”

“Haha, I heard she takes pictures of Aomine secretly and then makes out with them.”

“Bitch, don’t ignore us.”

You were used to these insults and rumors from these people, and especially the group of people that were badmouthing you. You always chose to ignore them by putting in earbuds and blasting your favorite songs, but today you had forgotten your earbuds at home, and so, you had to listen to all of the insults.

“Hey slut, heard that you’ve been sleeping with the teachers in order to get good grades. Even the female ones!” At this one remark, all the students in that one group started laughing obnoxiously loud, but you didn’t say anything. You kept on walking, until three guys stood directly in your path.

“Where do you think you’re going?” One of them, a blond, asked you with a sickly sweet smile.

“Please move out of the way, I need to get home.”

“Hmm, well, we don’t want you to go home just yet. Stay and play with us for awhile.” The three guys stepped closer and closer to you, forcing you to move backwards until you were encircled by all of your harassers. You don’t know who started it, but one of them kicked the back of your knee, causing your leg to buckle, and in that moment, the others ganged up on you and started to kick you and pull your hair and slap you. All you could do was try and curl up into a little ball, but the boys held your arms and legs down, while the girls kicked you.

It hurts so much… But I refuse to cry. I will not be beaten by these peasants, I will win this fight by never shedding any tears. You didn’t know how much longer this would last, but the end came closer than you thought it would.

“Oi, what the hell are you guys doing?” You recognized that voice. It was the voice of the boy you had just spent two hours tutoring in the library. Your attackers got up, and formed a wall in front of you, a few of them staying by you, and covering your mouth.

“Nothing that concerns you, Aomine.”

“Aomine, did you stay after to practice basketball? You’re so good at it, and that’s so attractive,” one of the girls swooned.

“Yeah, I did, and good thing too. Now move out of my way, I want to see who it is that you’re hiding.” Despite Aomine’s command, no one moved away, they moved closer together. “Tch, fine.”

Aomine threw his basketball at the girls, causing them to flinch and move away, while kicking the guys in the shins, forcing them away as well. You didn’t look up, even when the ones holding you were removed; you didn’t want to look Aomine in the eyes after he saw you in this state.

“Hey, (l/n) are you okay?” Aomine’s voice was laced with concern, but you still didn’t look at him.

“I’m fine.” You got up, with some difficulty, dusted off your school skirt, picked up your bag, and started to walk home. You almost fell over, but a strong tanned arm caught you from behind.

“I’ll take you home.” And with that, you were lifted up into Aomine’s arms, and he started to carry you home princess-styled.

“W-Wait, Aomine! I can walk!” Your face was on fire, and while you were so happy that you could be in Aomine’s arms, you really wanted to be put down at the same time.

“Tch, you couldn’t even talk ten steps outside of the courtyard, there’s no way I’m letting you walk all the way back home.”

“You don’t even know where I live!”

“Then just tell me which streets to turn onto, and when.”

“F-fine, but could you at least carry me on your back? People are starting to stare at us.”

“Nah, this is better training for my arms, plus giving piggyback rides apparently make your back hunch when you’re older.” You huffed, and crossed your arms, looking at the muscles in Aomine’s arms.

Wow, he has such nice muscles. I wonder what the rest of them look like? WHOA HOLD UP A MINUTE. THESE THOUGHTS ARE NOT OKAY. POUR SOME WATER ON YOURSELF WHEN YOU GET HOME AND THEN PRAY. Your face flared up red again, and you could only pray in that moment that Aomine would not notice.

*(Time Skip of giving Aomine directions back to your house because I’m too lazy to actually write out all of that )*

“Where’s your first aid kit?”

“One of the cabinets to the right of the sink,” you quietly said. You heard the opening and closing of your cabinets, and then the moving around of the various medicines you kept in there as Aomine grabbed your first aid kit and came back.

“Sorry if this stings a little.” Aomine cleaned a few cuts you had gotten, put Neosporin on them, and then put the cute shiny band-aids your friend had gotten you. “There, now those should heal a lot better. And as for your bruises, I’ll get you some ice packs.” You waited, and in less than a minute, Aomine had come back with the flexible ice packs you had, wrapped in the cloths you kept close to wrap around them.

A little bit of time passed, with no words exchanged between the two of you, and as the ice packs grew warmer from your body heat, there were still no words exchanged. Finally, you cleared your throat and decided to say something.

“Um, Aomine,” you paused, making sure that the boy in question was listening to you, “thank you for saving me back there, and for carrying me home, and then taking care of my wounds.”

“It was no problem, it’s kind of like a payment for tutoring me, since I took away your time.”

“Oh, well, um, thank you again, Aomine. You were like my knight in shining armor today.” At your words, you blushed a deep crimson, not really sure what made you say those words. Aomine blushed too, using his arm to cover his face, although there was really no need as you were looking at the wall now.

“Well, uh,” Aomine cleared his throat, “if I’m the knight, then that makes you the princess, right?”

Not even knowing how it was possible, you blushed even more, and now moved your gaze so you could see Aomine out of the corner of your eye. You saw he was blushing, but before you could say anything, he abruptly got up, said a quick “see you later,” and then dashed out of your house. You let out a breath you had been holding, and then quickly broke into a smile at the navy-haired boy’s words.

*~1 Week Later~*

“Hey~ (l/n)-chaan, come play with us again.”

You rolled your eyes at the blond, the same one who had basically initiated your attack last week. You scoffed, and pushed past him, but then he reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“Now, now, (l/n)-chan, that’s not very nice to ignore me like that. Come on~ We just want to play with you again. Especially since that Aomine interrupted us last time,” the group of attackers had appeared again, all itching for a fight, “Oh, but we don’t have to worry about him interrupting us today since there’s no basketball practice and one of my subordinates has already checked out the gym to see if he stayed behind. You won’t be getting saved by your knight today.”

Little did the blond know that Aomine had stayed behind in the library with Momoi and Imayoshi to study, hoping to find you, but was now leaving the building after an unsuccessful study session.

“Man, I just can’t do anything unless (l/n) is there to help me. Where is she anyways? She normally always stays in the library after school.” Then, he saw a familiar blond head, and when he shifted to the side, he saw you about to be trapped again. Aomine started to run over to you, but then something stopped him.

“I told you to leave me alone!” You shouted at the blond, and then you slugged him a good one right in the middle of his face, breaking his nose in the process.

“Ugh, you broke my nose!” The blond exclaimed in an odd voice, due to him holding his bleeding nose.

“And I’ll do the same to you shitty-ass peasants if you even fucking touch me! If you don’t want to end up with your broken ass in the hospital, or if you don’t want to die and go to hell, leave me the fuck alone. If this happens again, not only will I beat the shit out of you, I will make sure you will never be able to show your pitiful ass fugly faces around here again. Now get the fuck out of my way!” You huffed, and moved towards the school gates (with a fucking goddamn clear path for once), close by to where Aomine stood, shocked at your outburst.

“Oh, Aomine! Um, did you see/hear all of that…?” You asked hesitantly, biting on your lower lip.

“Uh-huh…”

“Listen, Aomine, that was-”

“That was fucking amazing, (l/n). Ah, do you remember how I called you a princess last week? Well, you are the best badass princess I have ever met. Hell, you don’t need me to be your ‘knight’ you can take care of yourself.” Aomine grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back, glad that he could accept the more violent side of you.

“Well, I may be a badass princess, and I may be ableto take care of myself, but every princess needs her knight in shining armor.” You slightly reverted back to your shy side, biting your lower lip again, and looking up at the navy-haired boy.

“Then I will gladly be your knight, if you continue to be this badass princess.”

You stood on your tiptoes, and gave Aomine a quick kiss on the lips. “Oh, don’t worry, that’s a promise.”