Because I like cute and fluffy aomine
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Letting out a long sigh, Aomine stabbed his key into the lock of the apartment door before opening it and inhaling the sweet and familiar scent of his home. He took off his jacket and tossed it haphazardly over the back of the couch, kicking his shoes off at the same time.

As he looked around, he noticed that you weren't sitting on the couch, watching television, or wandering around the kitchen and preparing something to eat.

"(F/n)!" he called as he ran his hand through his navy blue hair and stretched out his arms. There was no response, making his eyebrows furrow in confusion and irritation. Your stuff was here so he knew you were home. "(F/n)!" He padded down the hallway in his socks and peered into the bedroom.

There you were, snuggled up under the blankets and sleeping soundly. He considered calling your name again and giving you a nudge, but he decided against it as he approached the bed and sat down next to your sleeping body. Your face looked beautiful as always, but he could tell that you were weary and tired.

It was strange to him to see you fast asleep while the sun was still up. Usually, he was known for being the lazy one in your relationship, and you would normally come home from work to find him sprawled out on the couch or the bed, snoozing away. It was quite rare for him to see you taking such deep naps, and it awakened something inside of him.

Seeing you at peace made him forget about all the vain and selfish issues he'd come home to complain to you about. Instead, he placed his hand on the side of your face and stroked your cheek gently, which was usually something that you did to him. As he brushed stray strands of (h/l) (h/c) hair away from your pretty face, he found that all he could do was stare at you.

In fact, he had been stuck in so much of a trance that he'd barely had time to snap out of it when you woke up.

Your eyelids fluttered open, and your (e/c) eyes took a few moments to focus before coming to rest on his face. "Daiki..." you murmured softly as a smile appeared across your lips.

Upon hearing your name and being caught in the act of staring at you, his face flushed, making him swear under his breath and avert his gaze. "H-Hey..."

You giggled, and he heard you say, "Were you admiring me while I was asleep? That's so cute."

He grumbled in return and stood up, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "I was actually thinking about how much of a lazy ass you are, but if you want to think that I was admiring you, go on ahead," he retorted defensively as he loosened his tie and slid it off.

"Well, at least you were looking at my face for a change," you replied and shot him a smug smile, making him blush with embarrassment once again and growl. As he continued to undress, you found your own eyes moving to his back, watching the muscles underneath his skin move when he shed his shirt. "Come over here and give me a kiss. You never said hi," you spoke suddenly.

He tossed his shirt into the laundry hamper with that crazy accuracy of his and wandered back over to the bed to kneel down next to it and give you a kiss. His lips were warm and soft, and you enjoyed the gentleness of his kiss before your lips parted.

When he pulled away from you, he paused as he found himself examining your face again. There was a slight paleness to it, and your eyes seemed a bit duller than usual. You gazed back into his deep blue eyes and watched him, wondering what he was thinking about. "What is it, Daiki?" you asked softly.

"Tough day at work, babe?" he responded, his face reflecting concern.

You sighed and nodded. "I'm just tired."

"I realized that when I came home and you weren't cooking dinner," he said.

Your face lit up slightly in realization once he said that. You'd forgotten to cook dinner. "Oh...! I'll start making it right now." When you lifted your limbs, however, they felt as heavy as cement blocks, and the bed seemed to drag you back down into it. "I'm sorry," you apologized in defeat.

He nuzzled your face and kissed your cheek softly before telling you, "It's alright. I'll let it slide for once and order something for us."

"Thank god you're not cooking."

"Shut up! I can cook!"

"Try telling the microwave that."

"One busted microwave is totally normal!" You scoffed and were about to sass him again, but he shut you up with a kiss against your lips. "Go back to sleep, why don't you? You're much less troublesome when you're unconscious."

"Ditto," you murmured when he pulled away from you.

"I'm going in the shower."

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Once Aomine had taken his shower and had gotten dressed, he ordered dinner from your favorite takeout place nearby and watched you while you slumbered, thinking to himself about how cute you were when you were asleep. Even though he sassed you and made snarky remarks towards you all of the time, he loved you more than anything else, and he was going to take care of you.

When the food arrived, Aomine performed the magnificent task of taking it out of the boxes and putting it onto plates before calling you from the kitchen. "Food's here, babe!"

Upon hearing the word "food," you immediately piped up and walked into the kitchen, taking the plate he handed you and thanking him with a kiss. The two of you then sat down on the couch together and watched your favorite television show as you ate.

After you'd finished with your food, Aomine noticed your head drooping slightly as you nodded off from time to time, so he turned off the television and scooped you up in his arms, making you mumble incoherently under your breath. When he arrived at your bedroom, he sat down and allowed you to wrap your arms and legs around him as he put you in his lap.

"Sometimes... you're not so bad... Daiki..." you murmured as you rested your head against his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his muscular torso. Your eyes fluttered closed after you'd snuggled up to him and made yourself comfortable.

"Be quiet," he scolded lightly and hugged you tightly, squishing your face into his shoulder even more. You groaned in response, so he let go of you after a few moments and took to running his hands through your hair and down your back. "Is that any way to talk to your wonderful husband?"

"Wonderful is a big word."

"(F/n), I'll—"

"I'm kidding. You know how much I love you. You may be a bit of a pain in the ass sometimes, but you're my pain in the ass, and I love you."

He watched you in silence for a moment as you drifted off to sleep. He then leaned down towards you and planted a long kiss against your lips. "I love you too," he told you, his lips brushing against yours before he pecked them again.

You blushed in your half-asleep state and tightened your grip around him. Maybe you should be a bit lazy more often if it got him to be all sweet and cuddly like this. Then again, if you didn't cook dinner, he'd probably just whine and complain until you did.