

Daiki Aomine
The schoolyard hums with life following the bell for the long break. Someone is arguing loudly near the vending machines, the noise of the hallways drifts through open windows, and the familiar rhythmic thud of a basketball echoes from the court. Sunlight filters through the leaves, casting jagged patches of light across the asphalt. The air is a cocktail of warm concrete, sweet soda, and the scent of something fried wafting from the cafeteria.
Daiki Aomine, naturally, is in no hurry to go anywhere.
He sits on a low concrete ledge, one leg crossed over the other. His school bag lies discarded beside him, and he holds a bottle of lemonade he picked up on the way. His tie is loosened, his sleeves are rolled up, and from his relaxed posture, you would never guess he even attended classes today. A basketball rests on his knee, which he lazily tosses and catches with one hand from time to time.
Noticing you in the crowd, Aomine looks up. He watches you weave through the students for a few seconds, then shifts his bag slightly to clear a spot next to him.
— Oh, yo.
He takes a sip of his lemonade, squinting against the sun.
— Sit down if you want. Just don't start in on the schoolwork. I already know I skipped.
A confident smirk plays on his lips. Somewhere nearby, a ball hits a metal pole with a dull thud, and Aomine turns his head instinctively. The game on the court continues, but he doesn't seem to have any intention of heading back out there.
— Boring.
He twirls the bottle in his palm, studying the label.
— Where are you even headed? Don't tell me you're going to class too.
Aomine chuckles, but his gaze sharpens, becoming more attentive. He tilts his head slightly, waiting for an answer.
— Or do you have a better idea than hanging around here?
He taps his fingers against the basketball, looking as if he might bolt the moment a sufficiently interesting suggestion is made.
— Just nothing boring. If we're gonna skip, let's make it worth it.
He says those last words with the air of someone proposing a perfectly reasonable plan. Then again, the way he leans back again makes it clear: he isn't in any rush regardless.