Hello! Back again with anothe crappy piece of my story~ Anyway, I just want to write something about my lovely Aomine sweating and being sexy. I know in this one he is so so so OOC. And for the fic of him, he is rarely talking -_- I'm such a bad person. *sigh* And forgive me for my bad grammar. It would be a big help if you could correct it for me. As well I need an advice for the characterized. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, so can I own Aominecchi?

Love Is...

Sweats dripped as the ace of Touou Gakuen, Aomine Daiki, dribbles the ball through out the basketball field. A satisfied smile spread on his lips as the ball go through the ring. The cheers of half of the audience filled up the stadium followed by defeated moans from opponent team.

A wide smile spread accross your face, never once in the entire game it leaves. You clapped the cheers balloon as you screamed his name, though your voice blended up with the others, you still scream his name at the top of your lungs. Looking at his face glimmered with sweat, and his arrogant smile from the bleachers enough to make your cheeks redden.

You can't wait to tackle him and give him a congratulation kiss.

The game has settled and Touou make it again as the winner. The locker room noisy with Wakamatsu Kousuke blabbering about how they should do some celebration. Aomine just smirked and gulped down the water from his dark blue bottle. It's a bottle from you, you keep insisting him to take it everytime he had a game, or practice. Not that he minded it anyway.

"Daiki-kun!" the door abruptly opened and reveal you, look excited as ever.

"Hey! You should knock first, woman!" yelled Wakamatsu. You ignored his shout out and go straight to Aomine who leaned on the lockers and smirked at your appearance. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him passionately, ignoring the looks from everyone in the room. Everyone already get used to it though.

"Congratulations!" You said softly between your giggles, earning another short kiss from Aomine. "Thanks.."

You could smell his strong odor, and you didn't even bothered by it slightest a bit. In fact, you addicted to his smell. Even though you didn't really like the stickiness from his skin when your arms brushed each others.

"I don't get it why you could kiss him when he is sweating like pig, [Name]-chan." Momoi sighed, smiling at the same time. Aomine narrowed his eyebrows when he hear that while you just giggled, unwrap your arms from him and then said proudly.

"He is still more handsome than Brad Pitt for me by the way, even if he is sweating and smells bad."

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt." – 4 years old girl

Extended ending:

"I hope you didn't intend to remove your breast like Angelina Jolie do."

"What?" You look at him obviously.

"Nothing.."