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“ Hmm? “ The tall boy saw a girl standing in front of the school gate, probably waiting for someone. As Kiyoshi walked to the direction where she’s standing, raised he his eyebrows. “ Excuse me, but aren’t you the manager of Touou Academy? “ He couldn’t remember her name well, since he leans to be forgetful at times.

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A Girl’s Court | Riko & Satsuki (peachofmay)

While Riko wasn’t exactly sure on how she got roped into this mess, the coach figured this would be a nice change of pace. From standing on the sidelines to standing on the court, that is.

Riko did have a lot of athletic prowess that she only ever used when she was angry, but she had never really played basketball itself yet. The last time she had held a basketball was... quite a while, actually. Not since her childhood. It wasn’t like she was afraid to get her hands dirty, of course. The opportunity just never came.

But hey, after having her curiosity sparked and several teasings later, Riko had decided Momoi was the best person to try and practice with. If she asked any of the boys, Riko would likely get sat upon by accident. Or squished to the ground. Or run over. Though some could argue she’d be the one who would have them in some sort of wrestling move near the end by default...

“When’s the last time you’ve played, Momoi?” Riko asked, glancing at the other with a curious look. “I think Kuroko-kun mentioned you used to play with... Aomine-kun, right?”

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"Aomine-kun, want to try my new recipe?" Satsuki smiled brightly at him as she lifted the lunchbox in her hands towards him. She was still clueless to the bad effects of her cooking. "I worked extra hard yesterday!"

Swirls of the last remnants of his dream faded back into the back of his mind, when his body jolted up from hearing a certain high pitched voice. “Mm?” With a groggy yawn, the tanned basketball player cautiously opened one eye, seeking for the source of the sound, “…What?” His deep baritone rasped out, sleepily. He has been lacking sleep and to be greeted by the sight of Satsuki’s cooking wasn’t welcoming in the slightest. Darting his attention into another direction, the power forward then continued, “There’s no way I’m trying it, go ask somebody else.” Rubbing his forearm onto his eyes, his vision automatically adjusted. Even though his childrfriend’s smile looked so brightening and harmless, Aomine just couldn’t say the same thing for that bento that she had prepared for him.

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Cherry Sundae || PeachOfMay

Silently exhaling a soundless breath in relief, the tanned ace lifted his pinky finger up, slowly intertwining it around the other. He acknowledges that things hasn't fully settled back to normal--well it's only to be expected after yesterdays harsh circumstances so he doesn't push the matter any further.

This was good enough for now.

Slightly tilting his head down he gazed into the coral hues, murmuring with promise "Deal". As Satsuki turned her back away from him, Aomine repetitively unclenched and clenched his fists. Surely Satsuki was aware that he was an inconsiderate asshole. He doesn't comprehend why she puts up with him after all of the crap that he has put her through. They had been childhood friends since the beginning but still he he doesn't understand her sometimes. Aomine doesn't want to admit it but he feels glad that she has always stayed by his side despite the numerous hurtful insults.

Entering into the classroom the darker male didn't even bother to smother the loud yawn that escaped from his lips. Idly staring up at the blackboard...Geography, hah? It's not like he needs to understand the etymology of the earth for basketball.  Subconsciously muting out the lecture the basketball player felt his conscious slowly ebbed away.

A familiar sweet soothing aroma wafted up to his nostrils, slowly blinking  a few times, his disoriented eyes captured the coral orbs. What a surprise. Usually it was the teachers hideous face scowling at him--henceforth this felt rather nice for a change. Satsuki was so patient sometimes. Recalling their promise earlier, Aomine's lips tugged into a wide grin, his deep baritone voice mumbling out "Don't look at me like that, I didn't forget". Stretching out his tanned muscular arms above his head, the darker male warily sat up and got out of his seat. A dark hand reached out forwards for the others bag,  quickly swinging it over his back. "Lets go then".