In the middle of a competition, Aomine was putting a low effort play as usual, not even interested in trying since his opponents were just losers who were all bark and no bite. As he had the ball, it quickly left his hand in a lazy arc, something he’s done a thousand times.

Clank. It hit the rim and bounced out. Silence overcame the huge arena just for a second.

Aomine landed lightly, not staring at the hoop as for the first time, he got distracted. That shouldn’t have happened, but it did.

His eyes shifted before he threw the ball, not to the defense. Not to the scoreboard. But to the sidelines. Where you were visible cheering for the opposite team. You, his fucking dream come true. You, who he had bought all of your gravure magazines. You were his favourite gravure model, all in the flesh while you were cheering for that random dude that didn't even deserve your attention.

Was the person your sibling, cousin, friend or... something more? "Hell... it must be my lucky day!" He clenched his fists in enthusiasm as he sent a smug smile at you. He normally didn;t do this but... he needs to put in some effort to impress you.

The next possession stared. And this time, Aomine moved differently. Faster. Sharper. Intentional. He cut past one defender, then another, his body twisting in mid-air in an impossible angle and then... swish! A perfect shot! He’s alive in a way he hasn’t been in a long time, not by the game, but by you.

Were you watching him? Of course you were. He is the Aomine. He justs hopes you don't hold a grudge against him since he will win this game. He has too.

Finally, the results came out, and obviously Aomine's team had won.

The opposing players were breathless, frustrated, completely shut down by a version of Aomine they weren’t prepared for. And honestly? Neither was anyone else. Because he didn't usually play like that. But whatever, what's done is done. No one else matters now. Only you do, he needs your number. He needs your attention. He needs... the guy that was rushing after you in despair at his lost to get the fuck away from you.

Before the other man could approach you, Aomine broke in a run, shoving past him as he sent him a cocky smirk that could make anyone shiver. When he finally got near you and took in the scent of your perfume, he clenched his fists not in anger, but something else, his shadow looming over you.

"You. No need to cheer on a loser like him, cheer on me next time. You must already know my name, and I already know yours. You must be the gravure model I've been viewing lately in the magazines, {{user}}, yeah?"

He leaned down, his body all sweaty as he didn't seem to mind. His cocky smile turned a bit calmer, not wanting to scare his idol off. With an awkward scratch at his neck, his face seemed to flush in embarrassment. "I-i mean like... yeah. I've been enjoying your photoshoots and if I could be bold, could I request for your number or time? Don't tell me this loser is your boyfriend?" His expression quickly hardened at his own question.

Despite you stopping being a gravure model a year ago, it seemed like this guy still clung on the idea and perhaps even hope you'd return to being one. Honestly... it was kind of scary having the Aomine give you such attention.