[09:20 A.M.] [continuation of this]

“hey! gotcha somethin’,” you smile as you slide the paper cup across the coffee shop’s table. “just how you like it.”

aomine looks up from his phone, raising an eyebrow at how smiley you could be at nine in the morning. “g’morning to you, too,” he mutters, gratefully taking the cup from the table as he nods at you in thanks, bringing it to his lips.

aomine wasn’t a big fan of coffee when entering university. he really had no need for it, depending most of his energy on his nutritional diet and an occasional sports energy drink here and there. but when you tugged on his sleeve that first day you discovered the hidden coffee shop – you like to consider it hidden since more students favored going to the starbucks on the other side of campus – he had to indulge in what you called ‘liquified magic.’

you slide in the seat across from him, pulling out your books and lay them flat on the small table. you’d just come from your eight a.m. (yuck) class and aomine was killing time awaiting his ten thirty one. he’d easily be in bed, catching up on sleep he didn’t get over the weekend had it not been for you being his personal alarm clock, buzzing his phone with texts full of emojis and exclamation marks.

it became a routine for you and aomine to share monday and wednesday mornings at the coffee shop on campus. you don’t quite remember how the tradition started, only that it began pretty early on in college. of course, neither of your schedules stayed the same – aomine’s was always pretty similar since he was a student athlete who had meetings and practice at roughly the same time across the semesters – so the hour you were in that coffee shop always changed.

aomine thinks that this semester is his least favorite for coffee in the morning.

“did you write your paper for your econ class yet?” you ask before taking a bite out of the powdered donut you ordered as a breakfast.

“almost finished,” he huffs, “i just need someone to look it over, i’ll prob’ly just ask midorima or something.” when he looks back at you, he watches you make grabby hands for the laptop sitting in front of him.

“i’ll do it!”

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