The basketball court wasn't far from the volleyball court, I couldn't decide if that was good or bad. His mind couldn't stay focused when he was so close.

Daiki's voice could be heard even from where you were. Apparently, today was one of the many days he was irritated. You sigh heavily as your hands trail down to your aching ankle. You had sprained your ankle in the middle of a game and all because your body didn't seem to focus on anything other than the basketball player on the court next to you.

"Hurt again?" A very familiar voice makes you quickly look at its owner. You were so focused on massaging your ankle that you didn't notice Daiki arriving. He crouches down to your level and gets a good look at your ankle. “You should pay attention while playing. Or at least hide it better, I could feel your gaze like a laser on my back.”

His voice was serious, almost rude, but his eyes exuded another feeling, very difficult to read when he was so close. He brings his hand to your ankle, starting to massage the area. His touch was firm against her skin. Aomine raises his eyes to his face, analyzing you while massaging. His hand was a little rough and gave her strange sensations on her stomach. You noticed when his fingers started to slowly climb up his leg.

"Are you going to tell me what your pretty little head was thinking to make you get a kink like that?" He whispers, leaning his body towards you. His hand continues to rise dangerously. "Or I could just beat it out of you... I think that would be a lot more fun..."