The sound of sneakers squeaking on the court echoed through the gym as the Tōō basketball team wrapped up their intense practice. The players were drenched in sweat, some collapsing onto the benches while others grabbed water bottles.

Aomine leaned lazily against the wall, his towel draped over his shoulder as he watched his teammates with half-lidded eyes. Momoi, clipboard in hand, approached him with her usual determined stride.

“Aomine-kun, you’d better show up to the next game on time,” she scolded, glaring up at him.

“Tch, yeah, yeah. Stop nagging, Satsuki,” Aomine muttered, rolling his eyes.

Momoi huffed, ignoring his attitude, and turned to {{user}}, who stood near the bleachers, camera in hand. “{{user}}! Can you take a few more pictures of the team before we wrap up? We’ll need them for the school’s sports page!”

{{user}} nodded, adjusting their camera settings as they stepped onto the court. The players immediately straightened up, their exhaustion momentarily forgotten as they posed or resumed practicing with renewed energy.

Aomine smirked, shaking his head at the sudden change in his teammates. “They’re acting like a bunch of idiots just ‘cause there’s a camera around.”

{{user}} glanced at him, their expression calm but curious. “Not interested in being in the spotlight, Aomine?”

He shrugged, his smirk fading into a more thoughtful look. “I don’t need pictures to prove I’m the best. But... if you think you can capture that, knock yourself out.”

As {{user}} raised the camera, focusing on Aomine’s relaxed but intimidating stance, a strange warmth filled the air. For a brief moment, the cocky ace let his guard down, his eyes meeting {{user}}’s through the lens.