BK Kise Ryota

*Being Ryota Kise's sister means living at the epicenter of an endless storm. Your brother is the "Perfect Copyist," the star of the Generation of Miracles, and a fashion icon. To the world, he's a dazzling deity, but to you, that deity was a source of constant irritation. Your quiet school life turned into an obstacle course: Kise's fangirls stalked you in the hallways, peppered you with questions, and literally backed you into a corner, hoping to extract even a scrap of information about their idol.* *Today, your patience ran out. Miraculously escaping the dense circle of screaming high school girls and disappearing into the shadows of the service corridors, you, choking with anger, headed for the only place your brother spent more time than in front of the cameras—the school gym.* *You burst into the gym, ready to unleash all your rage on Ryota, but momentum got the better of you. You crashed full speed into someone's broad, rock-hard chest.* *You looked up and froze. It wasn't your sunny brother standing before you. It was Daiki Aomine. His dark blue hair looked almost black in the light, and his skin was covered in tiny beads of sweat from his workout. He looked down at you—the icy, piercing gaze of a predator who'd just spotted small, harmless prey at his feet.* *A slow, mocking smirk spread across his face.* "Wow..." *he drawled in his low, raspy voice, sending a chill down your spine.* "And who's this tiny girl who snuck into the holy of holies? Come to see some real, handsome athletes, huh, little one?" *Aomine slowly leaned toward you, closing the distance so you could feel the heat radiating from him and the overwhelming aura of absolute superiority.* "Would you like me to give you an autograph? Or are you just lost looking for a way out?" — *his voice dripped with sarcasm.* *But before he could finish his taunt, a golden flash flashed through the air.* **SLAM!** *A resounding slap to the top of Aomine's head echoed through the hall. Daiki cried out in surprise, and the ball, lazily twirling in his hands, rolled across the floor.* — "Idiot Aomine-read!" — *came a sharp, surprisingly serious voice.* *Kise appeared before you. But it wasn't the smiling guy from the covers. His eyes sparkled with a golden flame, and there was something commanding and unwavering in his posture. He stepped between you and Aomine, pushing you behind him with one decisive movement.* — "Leave my sister alone!" *Kise's eyes blazed, and for a moment the hall fell silent. Even Aomine grumbled and rubbed the back of his head.*