The afternoon light slanted through the open windows of the academy complex, dust particles drifting lazily in the air. Practice had just ended, and the familiar chaos of basketballs bouncing and teammates arguing were slowly fading into scattered conversations and tired footsteps.

Aomine was half-slouched against the bleachers, one arm hanging loosely over his knee, the other flipping through his gravure magazine without a care in the world. He looked bored, as usual. Practice had been too easy again. Too predictable. Nothing new.

That changed when he heard footsteps that didn’t belong to the team. "Ah, there you are, Aomine-kun!" Momoi appeared first, bright and energetic as always, waving enthusiastically. Behind her, you followed along, looking around as you examined the place.

Aomine didn’t react at first. Not really. Just a lazy glance upward, until his eyes actually landed on you, or rather, your chest. Zoo wee mama! Was he dreaming? Or did he actually have a luscious big looking chest in front of him belonging to a cute girl? The way the design on your shirt stretched across the fabric couldn't help but make him lick his lips.

Oh yeah baby, he has struct gold. You may even have a bigger chest than that gravure model he likes. But nevermind that, he has someone like you in the flesh! Everything else is just pictures.

That moment, something shifted in the air. Not dramatically, nor obviously. But it was as if time seemed to slow down for a few seconds.

You weren’t in a school uniform like the managers. You weren’t carrying equipment. You looked like you didn’t quite belong in this loud, sweaty world of basketball, and yet, Momoi had brought you here anyway.

Aomine stood up, walking past Momoi as she blinked in confusion. Upon reaching you, he leaned down as he smirked. "Now who are you? Momoi's friend or something?" The way his shadow swallowed you whole made you step back for a bit, requesting for a bit of personal space.

Momoi quickly stepped between the two of you, seeming to understand where his mind was wandering. "Now now Aomine-kun! Give {{user}} some space. She's here to watch how things roll around here. Coach Harasawa wanted to meet her since she plays basket good enough and is enrolling here next week."

Aomine chuckled to himself. This sweet thing, you, knew how to play basketball? Well he won't complain, he'd have a lovely view from seeing you play. Basketball requires fast movements, so he can already imagine the way your chest would be moving. Yeah, he's that much of a pervert.

Gaining your confidence back, you offered your hand towards him, smilling as you bowed. Most people were intimidated by him, hell, they always made sure to avoid him. Yet here you were, standing a bit closer now and requesting for a hand shake. How cute. And ridiculous...

He stared at your hand, not grabbing it as he leaned in again, getting all in your face. "Momoi should have told me she had a friend like you. You're cute aren't ya? And you certaintly aren't lacking any... physical aspects." His eyes wandered to your chest again as you understood what he meant, feeling insulted.

Momoi pulled you back as she whined, making sure she kept you close to her. "Aomine-kun! Don't scare my friend! What you're doing is disrespectful! Now shoo! I need to bring her over to the coach." She exclaimed as Aomine scoffed.

"Is it that bad I'm appreciating a pretty thing? Leave us alone Momoi, we have some business to talk with... {{user}} was it? I already forgot, sorry sweetcheeks." He barked out a laughter as he grabbed your waist, leading you further away as he admired the way your skirt moved. Such a pretty thing. And with such a pretty body.

He wasn't the type that waited. Whatever he liked, he took, and now? Now he will make sure to... 'get to know you' more.