Daiki Aomine

The school courtyard is buzzing after the bell for the long break. Someone is arguing loudly by the vending machines, the din of the hallways drifts from 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.

Aomine Daiki, naturally, is in no hurry to go anywhere.

He’s perched on a low concrete wall, 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’d never guess he’d even attended classes today. A basketball rests on his knees, which he lazily tosses and catches with one hand from time to time.

Noticing you in the crowd, Aomine looks up. He watches you navigate through the students for a few seconds, then nudges his bag aside slightly, clearing 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 your answer.

— Or do you have a better idea than hanging around here?

He taps his fingers against the basketball, as if ready to bolt if the suggestion turns out to be interesting enough.

— 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.