I leave it completely open to reader interpretation as to who or if Momoi ends up with anyone.

Most who read these kind of fics already know the key, but if you're new:

[Y\n] = Your Name

[L\n] = Last Name

Fic starts at some point post-Winter Cup. The Prom is Senior Prom. Large time-skips of at least a year between most chapters.

God, it hurt. Whose idea was this 'jogging' thing anyway? Your muscles hated you and after twenty days of your thirty-day personal challenge, it should be easier by now.

It wasn't. It still sucked. You were still too stubborn for your own good.

You disregarded the other jogger at first. "On your left," he said as he passed. You didn't give him a second thought.

The first time.

The second time, just a minute or two later, gave you pause. "On your left."

Alright. So. That was a thing that had happened.

And then it happened again. "On your left."

You slowed and then stopped in disbelief. This was just ridiculous! He could not possibly have circled the whole goddamn block three times before you finished your circuit!

"On your left."

"You asshole!" It'd probably have sounded a lot more genuine if it hadn't been sandwiched between bouts of laughter. As it was, you bent double with your hands on your knees trying to get your breath back and stop giggling.

(Those would be the very first words you ever said to your future boyfriend.)

He stopped and grinned back at you. "It's 'Aomine', actually. Aomine Daiki."

"[L\y] [Y\n]," you gasped out. When you finally managed to regain your breath, you straightened up and put your hands on your hips. "And what's all this?" you asked, making a circle motion to encompass the block. "Are you trying to impress me or something?"

"Is it working?"

Lips twitching amusement, you held your hand up, fingers about an inch apart. "Little bit."

"Then let me impress you some more and buy you a drink at the cafe down the street."

You knew exactly which one he was talking about. You went there every day after your morning run. (And if you got a cookie to go with your coffee, you'd earned those kilocalories and anyone who implied otherwise could fight you.) His audacity was kind of charming and you were already headed that way anyway and- (And was cute. And trying to impress you.) "Sure. Sounds good."

"Great." His smile turned just a bit sly. "Race you there?"

Ha, he wished. "I'll walk."

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