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Aomine Daiki never met Kagami Taiga in High School.
[Double drabble.]
Daiki sees the redhead every time he heads to the station from work. It has been years since he has felt anything when watching a basketball game and this young male is dunking every other basket like he knows no other move. It would have been common place if the redhead did not seem to remain levitated up in the air, hair pushed back away from his face as gravity made him fall. Daiki would have labelled him an angel, but he has never seen one, so he cannot really call the other that. What he is though, is beautiful. It is the first time in years since he has been able to smile while looking at a play. Maybe one day, he will stop by and ask the brat for a game. Going ahead of himself, he can almost see the wide grin of superiority as the younger male’s ego fires up and says he will win the impromptu one-on-one. Daiki is too invested in this daily imagination that he does not even realise that none of it happens. When he finally manages to get himself before the boy, he rolls out, “Hey brat; ready for our next game?”
