You’ve known Daiki Aomine since elementary school. You’ve been dating since the beginning of middle school. You remember the version of Aomine who used to drag you to random courts before sunrise and keeping you there till after dark, grinning like he had the whole world in his hands. The boy who used to say basketball was fun because anyone could surprise you.

But… some time during middle school… that boy disappeared.

In his place, there was now a boy who lays against the school roof, eyes half-lidded, always bored.

He doesn’t bother practicing. He doesn’t bother warming up. Doesn’t bother listening to the coach. Doesn’t bother pretending he cares. He stops showing up despite Momoi’s attempts to force him to show up. He stopped showing up. To practice, to dates, to you.

He doesn’t even sit up from his lying position when you confront him, eyes half‑lidded, voice flat. “You’re overthinking. I’m fine.”