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Hustle and Heart

Chapter Ten: Daiki Aomine
Rating: K+
Prompt: Continuation
Requested by: amy1945, LittleNK, liliiiiipad

Aomine was in a foul mood as he gathered up his stuff from the locker room and prepared to leave. There hadn't been any decent players on their opposing team, so it had been a pretty boring game. He did make the extra effort to show off with some of his showier moves and shots, but the stands were so dark that he couldn't find Kagome in the crowds. He had no idea if she was even watching, so it felt a little like wasted energy.

On top of that, Kagome hadn't been waiting for him when the team made it back to the locker rooms, and none of his teammates believed that he'd met her in the first place. There had been more than a few jokes about too many naps on the roof frying his brain, but Aomine had taken it, his frown deepening each time. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he turned to glare at Wakamatsu, his main antagonizer, "Screw you, she was really here."

"You should've gotten a picture with her then," the blond returned. "Maybe then I'd believe you."

"I got her damn autograph," Aomine argued.

"Because nobody else can sign a book," Wakamatsu scoffed. "Just go ahead and bail on the team meeting like we all know you're going to do anyway."

Walking over to the door and opening it to leave, Aomine began to retort, "You guys can kiss my a-...ah." He trailed off when he turned around mid-sentence and saw someone leaning against the wall opposite of the locker room door. It was a girl, and she looked familiar but...different. She was small with black hair that fell to her shoulders and small-framed glasses were perched on her nose. But when she turned to look up at him and he saw her blue eyes, his own widened. "What the hell?"

Kagome smiled widely as she pushed herself off of the wall. "What do you think?" She asked turning a small circle. "I told my friends about what happened and pointed you out when you started playing. They wanted to help disguise me so that I could come back without getting swarmed. It's worked pretty well so far."

"What happened to your hair?" Aomine asked as he dropped his bag in the doorway and stepped towards her, more than a little worried. He liked her hair.

"It's just pinned up underneath," she explained as she moved some of her hair to show him. "It's a faux bob."

Looking down at her clothes, a dress and sweater combo, he looked even more confused as he said, "I thought you were wearing shorts earlier." If she'd been wearing this dress, he would have seen up her skirt when she fell.

"I swapped clothes with one of my friends in case some of the people from earlier spotted me."

"And these?" He asked tapping the glasses.

"They're fake," Kagome told him while rolling her eyes. "One of my friends wears them because she thinks they make her look smart." Hearing more voices, she leaned around Aomine a little and saw the locker room door wide open, propped that way by his discarded bag, and the rest of his team was staring out into the hallway.

Aomine turned around to see what Kagome was looking at and smirked. Without a word, he took out his phone, got behind Kagome, leaned down, and took a selfie with her while flipping off the camera. Satisfied with himself, he quickly attached the picture to a message and his send. In the locker room, Wakamatsu's phone rang and when he checked his messages, he was greeted by Aomine's finger.

"Ass," the upperclassman muttered as he dropped his phone back in his bag.

"Really?" Kagome asked as she looked at Aomine. "You take a picture with me and that's what you do?"

Aomine shrugged, smug grin still plastered on his face. "He said to get a picture." Listening to Kagome muttering about not believing that this was what she came back for, he went to retrieve his bag and watched his team's surprised faces as the door swung shut. "I won," he pointed out as he came back to Kagome. "Aren't you going to congratulate me?"

The cocky tone to his voice made her want to smack him, but she still blushed a little under the look he was giving her. Despite knowing that it could very well be a terrible idea, Kagome offered, "I thought I could treat you to something to eat. You actually did play really well."

"I thought you weren't allowed to go on dates," Aomine teased as his grin widened.

"It's not a date!" Kagome argued as her blush deepened. "If anyone recognizes me, we've known each other for years, we're just friends getting something to eat, and I'm just trying out a new look. Got it?"

"Sure," he answered though his tone made it clear that he knew better. It was totally a date.

When he heard the locker room door open again, he casually slung an arm around Kagome's slim shoulders and pulled her into his side - to which she protested that this was not friend behavior - while he guided her down the hall and towards the nearest exit. Mood lightened significantly, Aomine thought about how this victory was much more satisfying than the one from the game.