Happy Valentine's Day peeps~!

As you hung up the phone and turned on the television. You paused, your whole body froze. It was him. Number 5, Aomine Daiki. He looked different, very different. He had sharp navy blue eyes that was paired with sharp eyebrows, skin dark like no other and navy blue short hair. He was an average height for a NBL player but he was muscular and lean. Was he even Japanese? I didn't get it. First Kuroko Tetsuya then him? What was wrong with their hair color? It looked natural on them. His face had a sly smirk and he narrowed his eyes at his opponent.

"Another shot from the unstoppable prodigy! Aomine Daiki!" The voice shouted. So did the audience. The audience were roaring and screaming, they had flyers out with "5" and "Aomine Daiki" on it. He was popular... very popular. You wondered where he was from. Another shot turned on and it was full court. You saw his team and widened your eyes. Their blue and red home colors represented the New York City Panthers. He was home. This was his court. How did you not know him?

The game continued and shot after shot he got them in. He was fast and had incredible agility. He swooped in to catch the ball, dunked hard, stole the ball and what he was famously known for was his formless shot. He could shoot anything, with any angle of his body as he wished. You were truly amazed by it, this was someone you would call a real star. He was incredible.

The game ended with New York panthers winning 101-55. Thanks to Aomine Daiki, who shot most of the baskets. The other team was destroyed. It wasn't even a game. You were dumbfounded and immediately took interest on that Aomine Daiki.

You grabbed your notepad and pen out and started to write out your questions. You didn't care if this was going to take the whole night, you had to do it. You wanted to know what he thought and his secret thoughts. You wanted to let people find out everything about him.

You woke up on your couch the next morning with the T.V still on. Did you not turn it off? You looked over at your notepad. You had pages and pages of notes and questions. You sighed and rested your head on your couch again. You were ready, finally. You looked over at the time. 3:47 p.m. You must've slept around late last night. You got up to grab a bowl of cereal when you realized that you were still in your suit.

You groaned at yourself and walked into your closet to find some sweats and a t-shirt. You walked out of your bedroom with messy hair that was tied into a bun, all make up off, face was washed, teeth were brushed and you were wearing New York black panther's t-shirt. You walked to your cereal and ate some. Then you got a call from your friend.

"Chloe! I'm coming in a second." Your friend said.

"Wha-"

Then the door bell rang.

You got up to open it, sure enough it was your friend. Maddie. She hugged you tightly then walked in. She was a fashion designer and the one that introduced your to Neou. She groaned at what you were wearing.

"Chloe, honestly, have some style." She bluntly said.

You rolled your eyes, "I forgot you were coming, I was up writing some questions for an interview I got."

"Oh really?" She walked over to your messy living that was piled with paper works and pencils, "Yup, I can tell."

"What are you doing here anyway." You closed the door.

"Oh, I was quite mad at your outfit yesterday. Geez, Chloe!" She exclaimed.

"Maddie! Oh my god, I was in a hurry!"

"Yeah right! You look like that ALL the time." Then she handed you a big bag, "Here. This is your outfit for tonight."

You looked inside of it. It was a suit but different color. The suit pants and jacket was black and had a black top was inside. "This is basically the same thing."

Maddie shook her head, "No it's not! There's also this beautiful pin inside! You have to put it on your suit jacket! It'll bring out your eyes!"

You looked inside and found a panther pin. It was shiny and had blue and green crystals covering it. The panther's eyes were black but the rest was filled with sparkly greens and blues.

"Wow."

"I know right!? It's going to look amazing with your eyes! Trust me!" Maddie said.

"Okay then..."

Maddie looked at your clock, "Shoot! I have to go! I need to be at my boss's place in like a few minutes!"

"What? What time is it, don't you need to be there at 4:30?" That was the time you had to get ready.

"Yeah! It's 4:24 now! I need to go." She started packing her stuff.

"WHAT. OOOH SHOOT I'M GOING TO BE LATE AGAIN!" You exclaimed.

You grabbed the bag and hugged your friend, "Thanks Mads, I'll return it to you tomorrow."

"No problem babes, see you and good luck with that guy!" Then she left.

You grabbed the clothes and ran to your bathroom. You took a quick shower and slipped into the outfit Maddie gave to you. You pinned the panther on to the suit jacket and looked at yourself in the mirror. She was right, it looked amazing with your eyes. You did the usual with your face and added a little lip gloss, because you had time to do it. You brushed your long brown hair so it would at least look a little neat, not something like you slept the whole entire day kind of hair.

You walked out of the bathroom and stuffed your documents in your bag again. You put on your high heels and ate some chewing gum. You walked to the kitchen to get your bottle of hot green tea and a granola bar. You locked your apartment and headed for the train.

You got to the set early this time and your secretary was happy about that.

"Chloe!" She exclaimed, then walked you to your room.

"Hey, Chantel." She was the nicest person you've ever met and the best secretary. She was a lot older than you, she already has a baby of 3 years old. You really wanted to meet him.

"So, this basketball star is a real big one." She talked to me, "You better be careful with him, he likes to twist and turn questions and answers. Sometimes he doesn't want to even talk, you really need to be careful. Let me see your questions."

You grabbed the documents and handed it over to her, she glanced at it then nodded, "Those will be okay but sometimes try to improvise."

"Alright, I'll try." You said then sipped on your water.

Chantel then led you to the set where you greeted your fellow co-workers and camera men again. Your boss wanted a change of plans, he didn't want this guy to walk in. He wanted this guy to be seated next to you from the beginning so we could just start. It was pretty nerve racking, you always felt like the beginning of each interview it's going to be a nervous breakdown but you always got through it.

When you sat on your chair, you started to look through your notes again and sipped your water when you heard shoes getting closer to you. You looked up and your heart skipped a beat. It was him. He was wearing this navy blue suit, a white dress shirt, a black tie and black expensive shoes. His hands were stuffed into his pockets and he had a smirk planted on his face. That smirk was like a trademark.

You stood up and smiled at him, his smirk got deeper. Weird. You put your hand out to let him shake it. He did shake it.

"It's great to meet you, Aomine Daiki." You said, a smile still planted on your face.

"It's great to meet myself too."

You were taken a back by that comment. Woah, he was hard to talk to. You couldn't really judge now but you knew he had a big ego.

The interview started when both of you sat down. You did my nervous introduction, you said something between the lines like he's New York City's 26 year old basketball prodigy who only started his career a year ago as a professional NBL player.

"So, Dai-"

"Call me Aomine. I don't like people calling me by my first name."

"I was about to say would you like me to call you Aomine or Da-"

"Aomine."

You stared at his sharp navy blue eyes. You knew he was playing with you. "Alright, Aomine it is. So what did you think about last night's game?"

You leaned on his chair then put his elbows onto his knees, "Wait a minute, did you watch the game?"

You crossed your legs, "Yes I did."

"Did you like it?"

"It was very interesting, yes."

He then leaned back, "I thought the game was easy and fun, and that you watched it? Made it even better."

Wait a minute, did he just hit on you?! Your eyes widened then you gave a little cough, "How was it easy and fun?" Just ignore it, that was right.

"We beat then so badly. I mostly made the shots in. I'm just that talented." He shrugged.

"What about your teammates? You can't say that you were the best." You were getting pissed off by his attitude.

"They were fine, helped me out a lot of times but in the end, it was all thanks to me."

"Your fans must be really prou-"

"Yes, they are proud of me."

"That you have such a big obnoxious ego." You finished.

Aomine raised an eyebrow. He was stunned. He didn't know how to react except to give you a sly smile and a laugh. "You're a little blunt aren't ya?"

You rolled your eyes, "Tell me, Mr. Aomine, how can you make so many unstoppable shots in?"

"With my skills of course."

"And that being..."

"People call it the Formless shot. Baby, you should know that." He winked at you. He though that calling you baby would trigger you a little bit but it didn't. You simply smiled at him and continued.

"I know a little about that, but can you explain it in your own words?"

"Just practice, ya know? Can't be lazy all the time."

"But your coach said you are lazy, you hardly show up to practice."

"Now, did he?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, he did."

The interview went on like that. You were getting every tiny information out of him by simply arguing with him in a different way. You thought it was fun and interesting. You also found his personality quite obnoxious. He was sly, mean and arrogant. He had a very big ego, you didn't understand how people can like him. True, he was an amazing basketball player but honestly, his personality sucked!

The interview was done in no time and you didn't even both saying good bye to your guest. You walked out of the set area and tried to find the closest exit to the subway station.

"Hey!" Someone shouted your name.

Your instincts was to turn around and you did. Then you regretted it, "Oh god..." You whispered.

Aomine went up to you and he towered over you, "Where do you think you're going?"

You started walking, he followed, "Work, where else?"

"Don't you work here though?" He asked.

"Yeah I work here but I have another job too." You said.

"Really? What is it."

"I'm not telling you!"

"Why not? You asked all those questions just a few minutes ago and nearly embarrassed the shit out of me."

"Too bad, that's my job."

"You're feisty, you know that right?" He said in a husky voice.

Damn, he was attractive and you knew it. He was tall, lean and muscular. He had amazing skin and it looked flawless with his sharp and handsome face features. You found his hair and eye color very unique and attractive. His suit made him look professional. He was talented and you liked that about men. There was only one thing that didn't make him perfect, it was his attitude.

"So what? I don't give a crap about your feelings."

"Oh please, I saw how you looked at me."

You stopped and stared at him, "How did I look?"

"Like you wanted to smother my face with those lips of yours." He smirked.

You laughed, "More like I wanted to slap your face."

"I wouldn't mind that." He shrugged.

"You are unbelievable." You headed for the exit where a guard was standing. You gave him your ID and he let you out. He looked at Aomine. You were about to say something when that big ego said something.

"I'm with her."

You laughed, "No you are not! You don't even know where I'm going." You looked at the guard, "Can you kindly take this gentleman back to the set, I'm sure his assistant is freaking out right now."

The guard nodded, "Right this way."

"Gentleman?" Aomine called out to you.

"Start acting like one!" You called out and walked out of the studio.

You heard Aomine's husky laugh echo behind you, screw him. You won't ever see him again anyway.

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