Double upload as a thank you! I cant believe I have multiple followers on this story. I honestly expected no one to read it, so I am super grateful! I'll make sure to work harder and update more regularly. Thank you 3

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That was totally one-sided Sara thought as she shouldered her bag, getting ready to leave the gym. Too had dominated, as she thought. Aomine didn't even play, though she was surprised he was there at all. That was very unlike him. Usually, he didn't show up to any games, especially practice ones. She wondered if the loss was affecting him more then she realized.

She made her way down the stairs, stopping off at the bathroom before she left. Checking herself out in the mirror, she wrapped her scarf around her neck a few times, thinking about that night at the Winter Cup. She had cursed her stupidity so many times since then. She knew better, and that's why she was so annoyed at herself. Why had she ever even spoken to that guy, and why in the world had she expected Aomine to even recognize her. She debated on not even showing up to games for a while, to let the embarrassment die down. Eventually she decided against it though, he had no idea who she was so why does she need to be embarrassed anyways.

She left the bathroom and started towards the doors leading outside of the gym. She checked the time, seeing which train she would be able to catch home. Her father would probably still at home with his associates, so Sara wanted to kill some time. It was dark outside, but the game moved quickly. She had time to swing by the market and the park. She picked up her pace, walking in the direction of the park. Hopefully, she could catch a basketball game, there was usually a street team out playing around this time. They were mostly adults, so this was about the time they got off work. She enjoyed watching them play, it was a lot different then high school court basketball, that's for sure. She could see similarities in Aomines style to the way that they played.

Luckily, the park was only a few blocks away and she got there pretty quickly. As she thought there was a group of men playing a game, three on three it looked like. She slid her bag off her shoulder and sat it on the bench, she smoothed out her skirt and zipped up her jacket a little more and plopped down on the bench beside her bag. She could see the steam from her breath cloud her vision as she watched the game. I shouldn't stay too long, she thought as the cold crept into her bones. She checked her watch, her father should be gone by now. And the next stop time was coming up soon.

"Oi!" Someone yelled from beside the bench. Sara jumped out of her thoughts and looked over at the culprit. It was Aomine. She stared at him, confused. "What's your deal?" He asked.

"Huh?"

"What's your deal?" He repeated, a tinge of annoyance in his voice. "You got a crush on me or something?" He deadpanned.

"Wait. What?" She yelled back, confused and some reason embarrassed. Aomine smirked.

"I asked if you got a crush on me, only reason I can think why you're following me around." He continued smirking.

Sara looked at him, confused and now annoyed. She felt her face get warm, so she turned away. "I was here first." She replied, trying to hide her blush.

"First class, then my game, now my park and market."

"You're park? Tch. I am here way more than you are."

"Not the point." He was annoyed. "Why aren't you answering my question?"

"Because it's a stupid question." She flustered. What was his deal? Why was he talking to her now, and why did he even ask that.

"No need anyways, you already answered." He smirked again and turned his attention to the game on the court, rolling his eyes. They were the same group of guys who were always here, and they sucked. Why was she watching them? He glanced over to the girl, whose blush had finally gone away. He had to admit, he was a little entertained.

Sara picked up her bag and moved past Aomine towards the market. She wanted to grab a warm drink before she went home on the train.

"Following me to my market now?" Aomine chuckled. She looked back at him, annoyed, but continued walking. She hopped up the steps onto the street and crossed to the market, Aomine right behind her. She opened the door and stepped inside, the gigantic basketballer following behind her. She knew he was tall, but standing this close to him she really realized how tall he actually was.

Sara went straight to the hot water and poured some in a paper cup, quickly making herself a warm drink for the walk to the station. She glanced behind her, seeing Aomine was browsing the magazines. This was her chance to slip out. She quietly walked to the counter and set down her cup, trying to pay and leave as quickly and quietly as she could. As the cashier handed back her change and she stuffed it in her pocket, a magazine slapped on the counter next to her cup. Her eyes widened at the sight of a sexy scantily clad woman on the cover. She looked up to the blue haired teen whose face was completely normal, almost disinterested. As if buying this magazine was the most mundane thing in the world. He handed the money to the cashier and collected his change.

"You have got to be kidding me." Sara said, looking up at him.

"Hm?" He side eyed her, expression unchanging. He grabbed his magazine and turned away, walking towards the door. She stood there, a little in shock. That is what he chose to buy? With a straight face? Sara couldn't help but burst out laughing. She couldn't help it. She grabbed her cup and followed him out the door, still laughing. He scrunched his eyebrows at her, a little annoyed. "What is so funny?" He asked.

"Your face." She continued laughing, louder now that they were outside.

"Tch." He responded, listening to her laughter.

"I can't believe you bought that, and with such a straight face." She continued.

"Don't be jealous." He deadpanned over at her. She stopped laughing immediately, giving him an annoyed glance. "And you're still following me." He pointed out as they made their way down the street. He opened the magazine and started flipping through it.

"I am going to the train station… and I am not jealous." She pouted. Picking up her pace, which was futile. Aomine was already slowing his speed way down to walk with her, she couldn't outpace his long strides. He smirked at her trying though, and let her walk a few steps ahead. This could be fun Aomine smiled to himself.