Scenario where Aomine catches the weird, reclusive, Luna Lovegood type girl of Too Academy (whom he sort of takes interest in, oddly) looking at one of his gravure idol magazines? Lol it's weird I know
Biting the inside of his lip, Aomine could feel the sharp end of his canines nearly piercing through his skin. His jaw moved, chewing on the soft flesh a bit out of nervous habit as his eyes continued to scan the immediate area. He was so sure his vision wasn’t failing him, but the fact that he could only see the gray concrete of the rooftop floor was beginning to worry he. Hadn’t he left his magazines up here in their usual hiding spot?
“Oh, hello Aomine.”
Nearly jumping out of his skin, the tanned male turned to see you sitting just opposite of him. He hadn’t noticed you approach — maybe you’d been there the entire time — but at that moment he couldn’t really care. All he could focus on was the blood draining from his face, skin going pale as he noticed what you were reading.
You must’ve took his trailed off questioning tone for a greeting, as you only nodded at the sound of your name. Your fingers continued to flip through the pages, skin grazing over pages of lewd images Aomine practically had memorized by now.
“These are yours, right?”
Aomine had no clue if he should respond to that sort of question, unsure of what kind of trouble it would get him in if he responded truthfully. On one hand, it was you he was talking to; a person he had begun to take somewhat of an interest in and no way in hell would he tell you those dirty magazines were his. On the other hand, it was you and, knowing how you could be, you’d probably be okay with the truth.
Of course, you gave him no real time to answer as you stood from your spot and walked over to him, magazine in hand. “Let me borrow these one day, okay?”
He could only nod as you gave him a smile, one that shouldn’t have made him weak in the knees, before turning to leave. When he looked down, he noticed you’d left off on a page with his favorite idol on the centerfold.