"Oh, there's no need to put a shirt on."
♥ – Nowhere in the forecast that morning was there any warning of a shower in the afternoon. Though ‘shower’ was too mild a term for what she and Aomine had just escaped. It was as if the sky had opened suddenly, and without warning, and had deposited upon them a flood of frigid water.
She doesn’t recall much after her initial shrill cry of distress. There was Aomine, she does remember, attempting to shield her from the torrential downpour with his uniform jacket. He’d been cursing then, and hadn’t stopped until just moments ago. It was because, she found, his eyes were trained on her.
Momoi had peeled the clingy, transparent fabric of her uniform top off, and let it drop to the floor in a heap.
At first, she’s startled to hear his voice, but she recovers quickly. A coy smile curls her lips as she turns to face him.
“But I’m cold, Dai-chan.”
