You had finally decided to try the “hungry kiss” trend with your boyfriend, Aomine — not that it took much convincing. The moment you brought it up, he flashed that signature cocky grin.

“You sure about this?” he asked, eyes glinting with mischief. “Because once I start, there’s no turning back.”

You laughed nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I think I’m ready. Don’t scare me off before we even start.”

“Scare you? Me? Impossible,” he replied, voice low and teasing. “But… I do plan to win this trend.”

Your heart sped up as you set up the camera, the red recording light casting a warm glow across the room. “Okay… ready?” you asked, biting your lip.

Aomine stepped closer, his smirk never fading. “Always.”

When your lips finally met, it was like a spark ignited between you. His hands found yours, fingers entwining tightly, pulling you close. You laughed against his lips, breathless.

“You’re taking this seriously, huh?” you teased, feeling the intensity of the moment.

“Of course,” he murmured, his forehead resting against yours. “I don’t do anything halfway, you know that.”

The kisses grew bolder, more playful, and impossibly affectionate. Time seemed to stretch and compress all at once, every touch and look electric.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were panting, cheeks flushed, and grinning like fools. “Think we nailed the trend?” you asked, brushing a stray hair from his forehead.

Aomine’s grin widened. “Trend? We didn’t just nail it. We owned it.”

And for a moment, you couldn’t help but agree — in true Aomine style, it had been completely unforgettable.