Aomine Daiki—the ace of the Generation of Miracles and Tōō Academy—never cared about relationships. Girls weren’t his thing. The only girl he kept close was Momoi. His childhood friend. Always there, always touching, always giving. Maybe there were some hidden feelings… but not deeper than his obsession with dirty magazines. He liked her touch, but it was physical, nothing more.

Then came Wakamatsu’s little sister.

A first-year like him. Beautiful. Curvy in all the right places. Playful, sweet, easy to talk to. The type of girl guys daydreamed about. Aomine told himself he didn’t care. Didn’t like the way his chest tightened when she smiled. Or how his breath caught when her hand brushed his arm. Or how his body reacted when she laughed at something he said.

Momoi noticed the change. No more pictures. No more touches. No more late-night tension. His focus had shifted—and he didn’t look back.

Wakamatsu threw a team bonding party. Loud, wild, food gone in an hour. She stayed in her room, doing schoolwork, far from the chaos.

Somehow, Aomine ended up there. In her room. On her bed. Inside her.

She was tight. He was big. But it didn’t hurt. It wasn’t rough or rushed. It was slow. Gentle. Careful. Soft gasps, slow touches, skin to skin, no games. They lasted almost an hour—something rare for him. It felt… real.

Now, they lay there. Her head on his chest, his arm around her waist. A movie played in the background, but he wasn’t watching. Just thinking. Breathing. Feeling.

He didn’t know how it happened.

But this? He didn’t want to run from it.