She remembers their first encounter vividly as if it was just yesterday. Their meeting, if you can even call it that, was uneventful, belying everything that was going to happen.
She'd just transferred from another prefecture to Kaijo High School. She'd ended up becoming Kaijo High's Basketball Club manager through a series of uninteresting events. And to get acquaintedwith her team mates, she was on her way to dinner with the lot of them after a particularly grueling session of practice. They were all talking amongst themselves -when suddenly a hushed, tensed filled silence fell upon them. Curious to see the cause of it, she peeked out from behind Kasamatsu-senpai's back only to see him. Imposingly tall and tanned, with dark navy hair cropped short and a perma frown on his face. There was something about him that piqued her interest although try as she may she can't seem to figure out what it was. She assessed him as he spoke to Kise-kun while the rest of the team looked on. She noticed the lilt on the corner of his lips when he gave a particularly cocky smile, or the way he drawled whenever he speaks. She would soon, rather than later, learn that he is the notorious ace of the infamous Generations of Miracle, Aomine Daiki.
Their second encounter was a little more eventful. She was on her way back from yet another practice that had gone way overtime. Kise Ryouta had offered to walk her home seeing as it was already dark out but she declined his offer because his house is in the opposite direction of hers. After repeatedly reassuring the members of Kaijo High Basketball Club that she would be fine, she was finally on her way.
She was 2 blocks away from her house when she spotted him outside a convenience store. She opened her mouth, ready to greet him. Which was silly considering he had no idea who she was and whatever she did know of him was all second hand information told to her by Kise.
Ah, she cursed inwardly, girls and their silly hormones. She'd only seen him once and she'd found him irresistibly attractive. She had deliberated whether she should say something to him. The thing about her is that she's incredibly assertive and a go-getter, not afraid to speak her mind and to do as she pleases. That would probably explain her lack of friends.
"Oi... What are you looking at?"
She snapped out of her reverie. Thank God she's not your average shy, introverted, bumbling idiot of a high school girl. If anything, she could hold her own.
"You."
He tilted his head to the left, his frown deepening infinitesimally, "What?"
"You. I was obviously looking at you."
"Tch... Well, stop looking. There's nothing to look at here." He was obviously surprised by her boldness.
"On the contrary, I think there's plenty to look at.", she said suggestively, trying to stifle the laughter she can feel bubbling up. Let's see how he handles this one, she thought to herself.
She squinted, analyzing him. He seemed to have just came out from the convenience store judging by the plastic bag he carried in his right hand and the magazine he was holding in his left. Magazine that has... She squinted again, to make sure she was seeing it right. Yup, it was an R- rated magazines. That was it, she bursted out laughing. Her bold comments coupled with the fact that he was shamelessly holding a R-rated magazine broke the dam.
He looked at her like she'd gone crazy and he was not shy about telling her so. "Whatever. How troublesome." He turned around ready to walk away.
"Oi! I'm not done with you. Stop walking away when I'm talking to-"
He smirked and said insouciantly,"Try and stop me."
Oh, he's really done it this time. Challenge accepted, she thought to herself.
Thud! The shoe she the threw bounced of the back of Aomine's head.
"You little shrimp... ", Aomine said with a growl, advancing towards her menacingly.
"I won."
"What?", he asked, steps halted, momentarily confused.
"Stopped you from walking away didn't I?", she smiled before continuing, "Anyway, Aomine-san, let's be friends. My name is Ana."
"Hah!? Who would wanna be friends with a troublesome brat like you", he paused mid rant to look her up and down before continuing, "Besides, your bust are not up to my standards." He lifted both his hands and made this lewd squeezing gestures.
He fully expected her to get enraged by his indecent comment like every other girl would and hopefully she would then stop pestering him. But all she did was laugh again. Maybe that was why he didn't just turn around and walk away immediately. There was something compelling about her infuriatingly audacious behavior that kept him rooted there.
"First of all, being friends has nothing to do with my bust size. Secondly, it's a given that my bust is nowhere near the size of the model of the magazine you're holding but there is no way you can guess my bust size under all this baggy clothing I'm wearing and it might just surprise you, A-o-m-i-n-e-san," she countered easily.
He felt the corners of his lip twitched a little before he squashed the urge to laugh down. "How do you know my name anyway."
"Heh... I have my ways. Anyway, I've gotta go. I'll see you around, Aomine Daiki," she smiled and gave a little wave before skipping off.
What a strange girl, he shook his head, making his own way home as well. Let's hope I don't bump into that troublesome little brat again. That was what he thought eventhough unknowingly he has got just tiniest smile on his face.