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touous-analyst
Send me a ⇜ for my Muse’s reaction to finding yours staggering, drunk, through the streets.
Aomine was on his way back home from a team meeting, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket. It was getting colder outside as winter came approaching and he was glad that he had considered wearing the warmer jacket today. Totally drifting away with his thoughts, he spotted a figure further away who obviously was struggling to keep walking a straight line. The ace frowned and then - only a second later - his eyes widened as he caught a glimpse on the pink hair of someone familiar in the light of a street lamp. "Eh, Satsuki?!" He called out, hurrying over to the obviously drunk person. "Satsuki, hey!" Cursig uder his breath, he wrapped an arm around her waist and braced hers around his shoulder to keep her upright and stop her from staggering. "What the hell are you doing here?"
