You weren't exactly sure what was the actual reason why you were here, but you were here anyways. You slid yourself on the bleacher to the side so others can sit beside you. You straightened your skirt and looked out onto the court. The basketball players were huge; a bit too big to be human. It kind of frightened you. You're eyes snapped towards one team member that was yelling at the others. Did he really have to yell to get his point across? You continue to scan the team members, hoping to spot that familiar head of blue and your eyes landed on a girl instead. It caught you off guard for a moment, but you realized she was part of the team.
' Wow, she's gorgeous…' The girl had long pink hair, nice smooth looking pale skin, eyes that showed determination and that -chest-. You were pretty sure they were bigger than yours, which made you a bit self conscious. You didn't particularly like your big chest and you weren't that bad of a looker either, but this girl was a piece of work. The seats in the bleachers began to fill up, not all the way, but enough that you had to scoot a few seats over. Aomine wasn't on the court yet. Which was weird because he basically asked you to watch him play and for him not to show up would be rude, wouldn't it? You sigh and start twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. You've never actually attended a basketball game yet, so you felt a little out of place. You didn't know much about the game, only little bits you've caught while your cousin watched some games on the television.
The doors to the court opened and you guessed the other school's team started to pile in. They didn't look much different from your school's team; a bunch of big, muscular thugs. They took their place on their side of the court and began discussing things with their coach. You then notice your team huddling around the girl you noticed earlier, which surprised you the most. 'Is she the coach or something?' As you were watching the teams get ready for the game, a spot of blue caught your attention.
'It's about time, you idiot.' There he was, a little late, strolling onto the court as if he owned the whole floor. The guy who yelled a lot started yelling at him, to which Aomine waved him off like it was no big deal. You shook your head. That was so typical of him. You freeze as Aomine turned towards the stands, his eyes landing right on you. You put up your hand, waving to him with a small smile on your face. You couldn't see him from that far away, but he waved back to you, kind of, and you could feel his smug smile all the way to your seat. You huff in annoyance and roll your eyes. Aomine had better put the show of a lifetime for you.
Were basketball games always so thrilling? You were literally on the edge of your seat as it was nearing the end of the fourth quarter. Aomine blazed down the court to the other team's net and slam dunked it in. His face turned towards you, a large smirk on his face at your reaction. You put your hands together, your mouth slightly opened and your eyes twinkling with awe and admiration. It was like you were watching an epic battle of man vs man on the court. It was amazing to you and you wouldn't dare look away even for a second. As soon as it began, it was over. Touou obliterated the other team: 92 to 32. You didn't know how long you were standing, but you sat on the bench and exhaled. How long were you holding your breath? It seemed that throughout the game, you had lost yourself. You were cheering and didn't even realize it; cheering out his name and jumping for joy as he made a basket. It was like you were in a dreamlike state; none of the other players were in your field of vision during the game. Your eyes were solely on him and him alone.
You blushed slightly, wondering how more embarrassing you could get. You watched as the teams bowed to each other and parted ways. Your team went into the locker room and the audience on the bleachers started to head out of the gymnasium. You stood up from your seat and walked down the stairs. Aomine saw you come down and walked towards you, that smug grin never leaving his face.
"So, what'd you think?" You blushed again and crossed your arms while looking somewhere else. You shrugged and replied, "It was alright, I guess." Aomine scoffed as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel. "I saw you up there in the bleachers. You can't stand there and tell me you didn't enjoy watching me play," he retorted with grin. You pouted in response and sighed, your hands on your hips. "I have to hand it to you, Aomine. You were really awesome out there." There was no point to even try to hide it; you were impressed. Beyond impressed even. He looked so graceful when playing. It was as if he was born to play this sport and you regretted not attending other games before. Aomine chuckled. "What are you doing after this? You must of worked up an appetite. Wanna grab something to eat?" You suggested. Aomine raised a confused brow at you, that stupid smirk never leaving his face. "You taking me out on a date, [Last Name]?" You blushed and lightly punched his arm. "You idiot! No! I was just-" Aomine shushed you by bringing a finger to your lips. "Yeah, yeah, relax, I was just teasin'. Let me go change real quick and I'll meet you at the front of the school," he said clearly bothered by your yelling. Your shoulders slump and nod in agreement as you turn towards the gym's doors to walk outside.
The evening air felt good against your skin, a great difference from being inside. You take your hair out of the ponytail, letting the wind take control of your hair, your hands running through it, liking the feeling of your hair being free. You pull your hair to the side, letting it cascade over your shoulder as you walk towards the front gate. Some students still lingered by, talking amongst themselves and some talking about the game.
You look towards the sunset, marveled by the colors and the peaceful feeling you get from it. You sigh in bliss, sinking into the calming feeling. All of that was interrupted when you felt a large hand hit your butt. You blush angrily and turn around, read to attack the pervert. You stop in mid-tracks, realizing it was none other than Aomine Daiki.
Aomine put his hand near his face, making a grabbing motion with it. "Firm," he muttered while staring at his hand. You gape at him incredulously your blush reaching your ears, your whole face a red mess. You give him a hard slap across the head.
"IDIOT, AHOMINE!"
"GUAFF!"
