The gym was alive with motion—sneakers skidding, the echo of the ball against the floor, and sharp bursts of breath from the players. Aomine was in his element, weaving through Kagami and Kise with a lazy grin, his eyes sharp with focus. The rest of the Generation of Miracles watched or joined in, the tension between them high but playful. From the sidelines, Momoi crossed her arms and smiled faintly. “You know,” she said casually, loud enough to carry over the bounce of the ball, “Aomine’s been in a good mood lately. It’s because he’s got a girlfriend now.” The gym froze. Kise nearly dropped the ball, stumbling as he turned. “No way! Aominecchi?! A girlfriend?!” he blurted, golden eyes wide.

Aomine didn’t even react, just kept walking toward his water bottle, not denying it. Midorima’s head turned sharply, eyes narrowing behind his glasses in disbelief, his usual calm cracking for a second. Akashi paused, gaze flicking toward Aomine in quiet curiosity. Even Kagami looked like he’d swallowed his tongue. Aomine finally pulled out his phone, thumbs tapping carelessly before he held it up. “You guys don’t believe me? Fine.” The phone rang once, twice, then your voice came through..