When Mo Yu opened his eyes, he found himself shrunken. "How troublesome, I have to grow up all over again." Mo Yu looked at his tiny hand, which he couldn't even grasp, and thought to himself with a puzzled expression. Mom, is this the problem?! Childhood: Is this dark-skinned guy the son of the friend Dad mentioned? Child version of Aomine laughed heartily: "Kuroko, wanna go out and play?" Kuroko looked at the equally dark hand in front of him, hesitated for a moment, then thought, well, I'm an adult now, adults shouldn't be so petty with kids, right? So, he stretched out his fair, delicate little hand and covered it. Is this how you think? Why does the logic feel off?! Aomine gripped the tiny hand that was smaller than himself, his eyes crinkling with laughter. Middle school: Why do Dad and Aomine both want him to join the basketball team? He's clearly not suited for a sweaty sport like basketball at all. However, the basketball team members are all surprisingly good at getting along. Oh well, for the sake of making a group of good friends, let's play basketball. Impure thoughts, easy to get along with? Miracles: ......