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Intro. 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, stretching his arms above his head as if to get rid of stiffness. You got guts, I'll give you that! He picks up a basketball from the ground and spins it effortlessly on one finger. So this is the challenger? What do you think you're going to accomplish that nobody has? huh?

Aomine Daiki

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