Guess who is back with a new story instead of studying for my two exams next week? This bitch!

Its set when the GOM are at university and in their second year - most of them go to to Tokyo University because apparently its the best one? And also a lot of them live in Tokyo so it made sense to me. In this, Momoi and Kise live together and are good friends because I really liked that idea and I headcanon that Kise was who Momoi was closest to in the GOM outside of Aomine - the anime kind of touched breifly on their friendship and I wanted to expand on it a little further. Also I LOVE Kise so my OC is best friends with him because I think he would be an awesome best friend. The characters are little bit different than they are in canon because obviously they have matured a bit - Aomine is a little less grumpy and a bit more considerate and actually cares about some stuff now. Kise is less melodramatic and clingy but is a bit sharper and I like to think he would get a little more manipulative as he gets older.

My OC, Hadley, went to Kaijo and became friends with Kise there and then got close to Momoi in their first year of university. The reason she doesn't know Aomine that well is because he went to America on an exchange in his first year of uni (I know that would never happen in real life and doesnt make sense but I needed a reason for him to have not been there first year and this fit) to do like basketball stuff.

Fair warning: I know absolutely nothing about basketball - I'm English and its just not a thing here and even if it was I still wouldn't know because I care for sports about as much as I care for studying (read: not a lot).

Extra warning: there is going to be a lot, like a lot, of alcohol abuse in this fic because, I mean, they're students - enough said.

Enjoy!

Chapter One

Hadley didn't want to be dramatic. Really – she didn't – but Aomine Daiki could jump in front of a moving bullet to save an entire school of wailing, pale-faced children, could run into a burning building to save a litter of whimpering puppies and die an agonising, fiery death, could donate all his organs to a cherished family member without hesitation, and she would still gleefully dance on his grave.

Truth be told, it was actually rather annoying. Aomine was her arch nemesis, her rival, her greatest foe and worst nightmare. To him, however, she was nothing more than that idiot who sat next to him in history and did nothing but glare – if he even noticed her at all. The bastard.

He slumped into class everyday, folded his monstrous body over the desk (encroaching on her side of the table and taking up valuable space that she needed for taking notes and actually studying) and napped until class ended.

He was huge, towering over her, making her feel small and delicate – easy to crush and vulnerable. It didn't help that he was also ripped – covered in lean muscle from hours spent in training every day. His hair was always dishevelled, like he had just woken up and breezed into class, which she knew for a fact that he had. It was unbelievable. He never worked, never made an effort, never even listened in class and yet somehow the university passed him because he was some kind of basketball god or something. Whatever.

Hadley tried not to stab him with her pencil as he let out another soft snore, his face pressed into the fabric of his jacket. How was she supposed to hear the lecture when all she could focus on was his dumb face resting mere millimetres from her own? His audacity was truly breath-taking – once, he had drooled all over her notebook, like a messy child, and then, without so much as an apology or even an acknowledgement of his crass behaviour, he had turned around and asked to copy her assignment. It had taken everything she had had not to deck him then and there.

And now she was starring in her own private horror show; her co-star none other than the person she hated most in the world. Yes, they sat next to each other every class but that was purely coincidence – they were both always late (she felt the need to stress that she always arrived earlier than him) and that desk was the only one ever left! And yes, to an outside perspective, it could seem like they were friends what with the constant whispering but it was bickering, not friendly chatter! Hadley was forced to conclude that their teacher was possessed – it was the only explanation for such an error on their part – why else would he pair her with Aomine for a project worth 50% of their grade? Possession. Clearly, it was some kind of epidemic in Japan otherwise there just wouldn't be as many people who liked Aomine as they did.

She slammed the door to the apartment open and stormed in, making sure to flop onto the floor and let out a loud groan. "Life is pain."

A delicate huff of laughter came from the kitchen. "Daiki really isn't that bad."

Hadley's head shot up, nose scrunched in indignation. "Oh, really? Would you want to be his partner for a project worth half your grade?"

Kise couldn't hide his wince. "He might surprise you?" He attempted a hopeful smile, his hands coming up to form a hesitant thumbs-up. "Aomine-cchi is really impressive when he tries."

Hadley gave him a flat look. "Have you ever seen him try before?"

Kise perked up, "yeah – he plays basketball like his life depends on it!"

Hadley rolled her eyes. "All you weirdos do that – basketball doesn't count."

Kise sighed, offering her a soft smile. "I'm sorry, Hadley-cchi, but I don't know what you want me to say – Daiki is my friend."

Hadley groaned again and rolled about on the floor, beating her legs against it in frustration. "I knoooow. I just need to vent – let me moan and be melodramatic for a while."

Kise's eyes sharpened and his smile turned sly, "or you could try one of these strawberry daiquiris that I made."

Hadley was sure she moved faster than she ever had in her life and before Kise could so much as blink she had a glass in hand like it had been there all along. "I actually love you, Ryo. See, this is why we're friends."

Kise flicked his hair out of his eyes in one effortlessly elegant move that belonged on the cover of vogue. "I know I'm perfect, no need to state the obvious." He struck a pose, leaning seductively against the counter.

Hadley laughed an responded by taking a large gulp of her drink before draping herself over the dining table and biting her lip in a rough approximation of what she thought models did.

Head tilted to side, Kise assessed her with those golden, calculating eyes of his. "You're not bad you know. I still don't know see why you won't let me put you in touch with an agent."

She tried not to blush as she straightened up, tucking her hair behind her ear – a nervous habit she had never quite managed to kick. "You know why."

Kise scoffed and ran a hand through his own hair, tugging on it slightly in his frustration. "Yes – you're curvier than the average Japanese model but I'm telling you, naturally voluptuous models are really big right now. The industry is trying to combat all the bad press about Photoshop, surgery and unrealistic expectations – you would be doing good!"

Hadley pulled a face, "did you really just use the word voluptuous? What is this, a self-help book?"

Kise whined and wriggled like a puppy, pouting and giving her big, sad eyes. "Hadley-chan! Don't change the subject."

"I just don't know," she sighed, slumping against the table. "I think instead of empowering me it would just make me more aware of my flaws."

"What flaws? Hadley, you're a dancer and you look like it." He moved closer and put a soft, immaculately manicured hand on her shoulder. "You know I wouldn't suggest you try it out if I didn't think you had what it takes."

She shifted, not meeting his eye. "To you maybe but not all of us have you're unwavering self-confidence." She paused, "or arrogance."

Kise smiled then, that same, sharp look that said he knew exactly the kind of affect he had on people. Honestly, he may have his dumb moments but the fact that anyone could believe the airhead, lost model act he put on was truly astounding. Especially if they had seen him play basketball.

Hadley escaped his grip, easing out from under his arm. "Ugh, enough of this gross talk about feelings and insecurities – let's get wasted!" She went to down the rest of her drink but at his pointed look she let out an irritated huff. "Fine – I'll think about it. Happy?"

He gave her a quick kiss to the cheek in appreciation. She gave him a soft look in return and raised her glass to her lips again but he sprang forward, yanking it away in a smooth motion too fast for her to follow. Damn Kise and his insane, prodigy reflexes.

"No wait! We can't start without Momoi-cchi – she said she would be home in five minutes."

Hadley gave his hand, which still clutched her precious strawberry goodness, a resentful look. "She better be."

Despite Ryota's reassurances, Hadley's last two weeks had been a living a hell. Aomine had ditched half their study sessions and shown up at least half an hour late to the rest. When he did bother to show his big, ugly face, it was to tell her that he hadn't done the work she had asked for or that the coffee shop she chose was the perfect napping spot.

"Hey, I-Forgot-Your-Name, can you move your arm, its getting in the way of my nap."

"Messy-Hair, your handwriting is too neat – I can't read it."

"Oi, Broccoli-Eyes, shut up will you? I'm trying to sleep."

And so it went. Each day she got that little bit closer to the murder spree Momoi always predicted was in her near future.

They were sat in a cute little comic-themed café not far from her apartment when the final straw came.

"Hey, Boring-chan, I don't have a pen – let me use one of yours."

Hadley froze, coffee halfway to her lips. "What did you just say?"

Aomine's lazy gaze brightened a little at her tone as he realised he was treading on thin ice. The problem lay in the fact that he clearly didn't feel threatened enough by her to actually care or watch his next words. "I don't have a pen – let me use yours, Boring-chan."

The coffee cup was slamming onto the table before Hadley even knew she was moving and coffee flooded the desk, pooling into the pile of their notes, making the ink bleed everywhere. Her chair clattered to the floor behind her as she shot up, hair rising around her head in a vengeful halo seemingly from the heat of her fury alone.

"You know fucking what, Ahomine-kun?"

The whole café fell silent.

"I don't give a flying fuck that you're some kind of basketball prodigy. I don't give a fuck that you're best friends with Kise-kun and Momoi-chan. I don't even care that half our university worships the ground you walk on. You will act like the adult you are, you will contribute your fair share of work to this project, you will do did it well and you will start treating me with respect."

Up until that moment, Hadley had been pretty proud of herself. She could have done it with more finesse, with a bit more dignity but all in all, it was a perfectly respectable talk-down. Unfortunately, Hadley also had a flair for the dramatic.

She stalked around the table and leaned right into his space, looking him straight in the eye as she poked a single bony finger into his chest. From this distance, she could see the small mole in the corner of his right eye, could count every one of the thick lashes he didn't deserve. She couldn't help but notice that his shirt was a lot softer than she expected and that he smelled good. Like, really good. He smelled mostly of whatever laundry detergent he used (she made a mental note to ask Momoi what brand it was) but underneath it was the unmistakable scent of leather – the leather of a basketball. Weirdly, she found she actually didn't mind it. Ugh, clearly she was spending way too much time with Kise and Momoi – she needed new friends.

Aomine had just sat there throughout the entirety of her rant, unbothered except for the occasional eye-roll and irritated sigh – like she was annoying him. She could feel a hot angry flush start to rise up her neck and all the way to the roots of her hair and she tried to will it away but it was useless in the face of his apathy.

"You are unbelievable," she hissed, her voice no louder than a quiet murmur. Aomine, a man who has spent most of his life in some form of trouble, sensed the danger. Anyone who has ever cornered a wild animal would have felt that same chill go down their spine in the face of its silence – a coiled snake doesn't hiss before it strikes, a crocodile doesn't roar before it rises from the water to devour its prey in one fatal snap – most of the time, a tiger's victims don't know even its there before its jaws clamp around their neck.

"I have been nothing but polite and accommodating to you: I scheduled our meetings around your timetable, I have done half your work for you already, I even pick cafes near your accommodation so you don't even have to travel far. The least you could do, the bare fucking minimum, is to learn my name, Sharkface-chan." And with that, she took his untouched, still slightly steaming coffee and poured it all over his head.

Not her finest moment.

Oh ho ho ho. Aomine totally had it coming.

Also, Hadley are you sure you hate him? Are you sure its hate you're feeling right now? You know what they say about the line between hate and love...

Thanks for reading!

P.S. Also, the whole ~ wow my OC could be a model wow how cool is that ~ thing is actually plot relevant, I'm not just living vicariously through her. She feels self conscious about her looks and is insecure about them because, come one, who isn't? But I'm a firm believer in the idea that people notice their own flaws more and that every person, no matter what they think, is beautiful to the rest of the world! Except for people who are major assholes but like, let's not get into that.