Hello minna~ Happy New Year! Thanks for your reviews. Since I'll be busy with my exam for couple of days here are a slightly longer chapter for you.

For Xxdreamergirl95xX Happy new year too, i'll try to update as soon as possible, but I think I'll take a couple of days off from this fanfiction due to my exam. But for make it up, I promise next chapter will be longer. I know my grammar isn't good, but I hope all of you still catch the story itself. Feel free to review. Happy reading~

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke and all characters inside except for the OC characters. The plot belongs to me.

Pairing : Aomine x OC

Maybe OOC. Maybe AU.

Chapter 3 : You're so funny

"Ano,s- sorry for disturbing you, I just come to watch street basketball here, so I don't know that you are having a practice. Please don't mind me."

He twitched his eyebrows, "You came to watch street basketball? I didn't even know that there are guys who used to play here. And I'm not having a practice."

"Is that so?" Damn, why I ruined the conversation with murmuring that words. It seemed that I'm not interested in talking with him. Then what now? What should I do? The atmosphere started getting awkward.

"Ah, you can continue your prac.. I mean, have fun with your basketball, I'm leaving then!" with that words I went home as fast as I can. Good, now I couldn't face him after doing something stupid like that.

I made it in time once again, few minutes after I came into my room, I heard Okaasan called my name. I went downstairs from my room, and looked at her who was waiting me by the end of the stairs, "Help me prepare the dinner, Aoki-chan."

"Yes, Okaasan." I started washing the dishes. Maybe I won't go to that court for couple of days, I really don't know what to do if I met him again. That blue-haired boy, his tanned skin, and his wonderful dunk…

I shook my head. Uh, focus! Okaasan will mad if I broke one of these plates due to thinking of that blue-haired boy too much. Focus!

-Back to the court, General's POV-

Aomine still stood there, as his eyes were watching the blue-haired teen figure that running away from the court. He sighed, bounce the ball before lied down on the court, " Tch, what a weird boy. And how in the hell he has the same hair color as mine," he murmured. He was watching the beautiful blue sky above him, before he yawned and suddenly got up. "Practice. Huh?" he muttered to himself, "was I looked like having a practice?"

-Skipping Setting-

Okay, Okaasan was taking her nap again. It had been three days since I met him. I hoped he wasn't there today. I walked to the court and few meters before it I listened carefully, whether there was sound of bouncing basketball or squeaking shoes. I didn't hear anything, though. So I peeked to the court, and heavily sighed as I found no one there.

Looks like I came in wrong time again, I thought. I don't have any basketball, so I couldn't practice alone here. Besides, my parents won't let me to have one. I walked into the court, and step by step approaching the 3-point line. I took a pose like shooting the ball from the line, imagining there was a ball on my hand, and jump while throwing the imaginary-ball to the basket. I smiled as I imagined the ball made its way through the hoop, made another points for the imaginary team in an imaginary game. I chuckled, maybe I need a hit on my head because I kept on imagining those crazy game.

"Hey, you're the one who came here few days ago."

I turned my head and felt as if my heart bouncing like the ball being dribbled. Right there, few meters away from where I stood, that blue-haired-with-tanned-skin guy while holding a basketball.

"Ah, k-konnichiwa," I said nervously. Why I met him again? I could feel my cheek getting hotter than before.

"So you play basketball huh?" he said as he walked up to where I stood, "by the way my name is Aomine Daiki."

"My name is Nakamura Aoki, pleased to meet you." Nooo, now he is standing beside me. He was so damn tall!

"So, Nakamura, are you a player too?" he said then made a shot right to the hoop. Slush, it went into the basket perfectly.

"N-not really, I only played it when we were in P.E. class. But I like basketball," I said to him.

He looked at me with raised eyebrows, then he burst out a loud laughter, "You're so funny."

Okay, that was really another stupid answer from me.

"But that's the truth!" I protested.

"So why don't you join your school team as a player if you like basketball?"

I silenced. I couldn't answer it.