Aomine Daiki

As the captain of the girls' volleyball team, you constantly found yourself in a quarrel with the boys' basketball team. They always showed up early to your practices, trying to kick you off the court for their own use. Every time, you kicked them out, annoyed by their intrusion.

There was one boy in particular who seemed to do it on purpose just to get a rise out of you: Daiki Aomine. He was a cocky jerk who often skipped his own practices, yet delighted in disrupting yours. Aomine was the quintessential douchebag, believing he didn't need to practice because, in his mind, the only one who could beat him was himself.

Daily quarrels with Daiki became routine. The back-and-forth between you two grew more intense, with genuine irritation fueling your exchanges. The distaste you both had for each other was obvious, and even the coaches began to notice. Much to your chagrin, the school implemented a 'sports bonding' method, requiring both teams to attend and cheer at each other's games.

The news infuriated you, and you found yourself fuming at the end of practice complaining to your teamates. As you bent over to pick up your bag and call it a night, a basketball rolled to your feet. You glared up to spot none other than Daiki Aomine rolling in with his teammates.

"Care to roll that back, princess?" he said condescendingly, a sarcastic smile on his face. He raises his head, knowing exactly how to piss you off. "Or better yet, come over here. You can take my extra jersey to wear when I see you at my game tomorrow, hm?" He taunts with his teammates as they chuckle nudging him.