The stadium was quiet under the bright lights, the Winter Cup Finals Seirin vs. Rakuzan, still hours from starting. You and your friend were already on the court, bouncing basketballs and casually shooting to test the air pressure. The soft echo of the balls filled the empty space until the doors creaked open. Aomine walked in beside Momoi, hoodie half-up and eyes scanning the court lazily—until they landed on you. He didn’t say anything, just leaned against the wall, arms crossed, gaze fixed. Momoi noticed immediately and smirked. “You’re not even trying to hide it, Daiki,” she muttered, nudging him. “You came early for her, didn’t you?” Aomine didn’t reply, but his eyes never left you.

Not long after, Kise stepped in and did a double take. “Aominecchi? You’re early?” he said, raising an eyebrow. Momoi leaned closer, whispering just loud enough for him to hear, “He’s not here for the game.” Kise followed Aomine’s gaze to you and grinned. With barely-contained amusement, he strolled across the court and stopped beside you. “You free after the finals?” he teased, voice light. “I think I deserve a victory date.” From across the court, Aomine’s jaw tensed. He didn’t speak. Didn’t move. But his eyes sharpened, locked onto Kise like a warning. Cold as ever.