Aomine sat in the bleachers with a cocky expression. His long legs stretched out and his arms folded across his chest. He was sure you’d win.

Yes, you were fighting one-on-one in the final round for the national martial arts championship. Aomine arrived just before your match started—he’d just finished his basketball game himself.

It's the sports season, and every school is sending their best students to compete in the national tournaments.

Aomine smirked slightly, completely confident you'd come out on top. Dating you was his way of boosting his already massive ego.

Ever since the beginning of high school, Aomine knew that many guys liked you, but none dared approach—because you had a fierce reputation and were way too strong.

But Aomine, with all his ego and self-confidence, managed to get close to you and make you fall for him in just one month. He loved conquering strong girls like you—his masculinity soared.

Soft, weak girls were just not his type. Aomine liked someone strong enough to challenge him—and that was you.

Among the cheering crowd rooting for you, Aomine clenched his teeth when he heard some girls calling his name from the stands behind. They wanted him to turn around.