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Kagome stiffened, feeling an intent stare piercing into her person and she hurriedly pulled the too-large t-shirt over her head, "W-what?" She flushed slightly, "I thought I told you to turn around!"
"Why should I?" Aomine huffed, "We're dating, aren't we?" He smirked at her adorably embarrassed expression, "Cute bra." He remarked, having seen it when she had changed into one of his shirts since hers had gotten wet when it had unexpectedly started to rain on the way to his house.
"Hentai," Kagome mumbled, resisting the urge to wrap her arms protectively around her chest since that would probably only bring his attention to it even more, "It's not for you."
"Eh?" Aomine's brows lazily rose as he changed into his own dry shirt and his ego grew when Kagome let out a surprised noise and immediately looked away at the sight of his bare chest, "Of course it's for me." He said arrogantly.
'I should have worn a sports bra or something,' The girl thought, choosing not to retort to that since he would just tease her even more, 'But he would probably find something perverted to say about that too...'
Why was she dating him again?
"You should start drinking more milk," Aomine suddenly said, causing Kagome to blink at him in confusion, "Your boobs might get bigger then," He snickered at her twitching face, "Never thought I'd be dating a B-cup of all sizes."
"Neither did I think I would be dating a sleazy pervert," Kagome responded dryly, letting out a shocked sound when she felt strong arms wrap around her waist and she found herself underneath the tall basketball player on his bed, "W-what are you doing?!"
"I also heard that massaging them will make them bigger," Aomine licked his lips suggestively, enjoying how her pale face reddened deeply, "Mind if I try, Ka~Go~Me?"
"A-Ahomine!" Kagome stammered, earning a slightly annoyed look for the insult, though it was quickly forgotten when she felt large hands begin to lightly squeeze her breasts with a surprising gentleness, "Y-you...!"
"Ah?" The male grinned, "Don't pretend you don't like it," He leaned down until they were pressing noses with one another, "No need to play the tsundere with me." He snickered again at her sharp retort.
"I'm not a tsundere!"