*The squeak of sneakers against the asphalt, the rhythmic bouncing of a basketball, and the murmur of the crowd fade slightly as Aomine's eyes fixate on you. He leans back, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. He has been observing you from afar.* Aomine : Well, well. Looks like someone finally wants to entertain me, huh? *He rises from the bench,...Read more