"You don't look too good."
“I’m okay. I haven’t slept in like two days despite my dads pestering… And I haven’t eaten all day.” Riko waved off the pinkette audaciously, yawning as she spoke. “I’m fine.”
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"You don't look too good."
“I’m okay. I haven’t slept in like two days despite my dads pestering… And I haven’t eaten all day.” Riko waved off the pinkette audaciously, yawning as she spoke. “I’m fine.”
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~Riko managed to stuff two basketballs down her shirt and she pulled her skirt up so it was far above her knees. Placing a hand on her hip sassily, she pursed her lips and flipped her hair. She shimmied her chest obnoxiously and smirked before attempting a soft, pitched voice,” My name is Momoi Satsuki… I hope you like boobs— cause, I got a lot of them.”
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"Hm.." Green eyes glanced to the side to find a familiar face. With a small sigh the female crossed her legs whilst closing the book she was previously reading.
"Do you need something?"
—She didn’t mean to come off as rude, after all, she had a certain respect for the analytic skills of the girl before her, and didn’t particularly dislike her either. It was simply more efficient to get straight to the pointy and skip the idle chit chat.
Rapid Reunion ;; xcerasum
If Kuroko Tetsuya could sum his high school experience in two words, he would have likened it to a fever dream.
The entire experience had been so otherworldly that he would not have been surprised if he simply dreamed it up. It was not simply that his desires had been reached in those whirlwind years, but that they had been done so perfectly. He had found a man who he could shadow, and who never lost a use for his valuable teammates. Gamesmanship had triumphed over callous victory from his first year, and that meme only seemed to resonate as time went by.
After Seirin's whirlwind first year, they still remained as a potent powerhouse. Their second year had been the most successful year yet, sweeping both the Inter-High Tournament and the Winter Cup, but even then, they had not grown drunk off of their victory high. Such a worldview proved valuable due to the vast exodus of talent that marked his third year at Seirin. The loss of Kyoshi, Hyuuga, and others guaranteed a loss to Kaijou in the finals of the Inter-High, and a shocking semifinal loss to a resurgent Yosen squad in the Winter Cup.
Even with a duo of ignominious defeats marking his passing into college, Kuroko was still happy. Happy that all those that he seemed to meet played with a love for their team, and for basketball in general. His years in high school might have been over in a heartbeat, but they were a wonderful set of years. If this truly was a dream, concocted through a fever or some other thing, he was certain that he did not want to wake up from it.
Whatever the case was, Kuroko had graduated from Seirin with high honours, and a scholarship to yet another college known for its basketball skill. Kuroko had not initially wished to accept it, but relented at the last moment. Basketball in Japan had changed, and it would continue to so long as he remained motivated. No matter where he went, or what he did, he would strive for that common good for as long as there was strength in his body.
These thoughts swam about in his mind, while he did what he did best at this college's introduction: blend in. His 'misdirection' skills were alive and well, allowing him to shift around the tightly packed crowd as if he was some sort of fish. In between his movements, and his tangential absorption of many a student's cacophony, he stopped.
Just a few steps away from him, he swore that he could see her. Before he could even stop himself, he was speaking, uttering a prompt greeting, and hoping that this wonderful woman would notice his plainly-attired self once more.
"Momoi-san?"
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“I like when you smile.”
"Eh...? Momoicchi likes... When I smile?" The thought baffled him at first. Why did she just come out and say it like that? He was grateful overall for the compliment, but he didn't quite understand where it was coming from. Scratching at the side of his head, he couldn't help but smile. It was still heartwarming.
"Ah, I like when you smile too. Your smile is really cute, you know?"
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"I’m sure Ki-chan has a much better sound system with all that money he gets from modeling, so your house of course~!"
"Ah, well, if that's what you want! I'll let you look through my movies and choose what you want to watch. I don't really remember what I have though..."