DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke.

Summary: Aomine helps Momoi decide her future career.

The tanned male knew that he was dense as a brick when it came to reading people. He paled in comparison to his former shadow, but with one look at the girl lying on the bed, he immediately knew there was something occupying her mind.

How could he not? They have been childhood friends ever since they were young, went to school together, and endured many battles together. After all of that, how could he not read her like an open book?

Usually, she would be brooding over his former shadow but the sighs coming out of her mouth noted otherwise.

"Oi, Satsuki," he hollered from the doorway as he made his way to the small table in the middle of her room. "Stop sulking and help me with my homework." He placed the tray of snacks and drinks on the table before settling to sit cross-legged on the ground. "Oi."

The peach-haired girl directed her attention away from the ceiling and gave Aomine a quick glare before tossing the pillow in her arms aside. Instead of getting off of the bed, she resorted to rolling back and forth on her bed to let out her frustration, which further crumpled the bed sheets beneath her.

"Satsuki."

Momoi continued to ignore him as she rolled on the bed.

"I'm going to look through your drawers."

"Wh–!" Before she could yell at her childhood friend, she fell off the bed with a thud with her face making contact with the ground. Her eyebrows furrowed together as a rush of pain rushed over her face and chest. She rubbed her nose as she sat up right. "Don't go through my drawers, you pervert."

Aomine rolled his eyes as he climbed over the table and took her head into his large hand. He ignored the glare as he tilted her head to the right and then to the left for any injuries. Seeing that they were none, he pulled away but not before flicking her in the forehead. "That threat is not going to stop me."

Momoi glared at her tanned friend as she sat against the side of her bed. "I'm not going to lend you my notes anymore."

Aomine shrugged as he snatched her notes before she could. "That never stopped me before."

Momoi almost growled at him but decided not to. She was not in a good mood and he was not helping her situation, not one bit.

Aomine sat back down and eyed the girl before opening up a booklet. "So what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," she said too quickly but she buried her face into a textbook before Aomine could question her. She forced her attention on the chemical equations in the book, missing the slight worry in her friend's eyes.

"I see…" Aomine rolled his eyes at her response and decided to let it rest until later. He then flipped through Momoi's notes, skimming through them. He then fumbled through his school bag for his homework assignment. Taking the packet out, he picked up a pencil and started to scribble in answers and on occasion, his eyes trailed back to the notes.

Instead of the usual bicker, silence was exchanged between the two. The sounds of pages turning and the occasional sound of Aomine growling at his homework when his pencil broke could be heard.

Momoi looked up from her textbook and looked at the picture frame, sitting idly on her night table.

Basketball season was finally over for the both of them, since they were both third years. There would be no more playing basketball against their former teammates. Ever since they were first years, the Generation of Miracles had settled their problems with each other and decided to put in their all for their remaining years. To her surprise, none of them followed the path of basketball but rather a path with a more solid foundation.

Ki-chan was becoming a pilot. Midorin was becoming a doctor. Mukkun was becoming a pastry chef. Akashi-kun was becoming a professional shogi player, though she vaguely remembered someone telling her that he was entering business. Kagamin was becoming a firefighter. Tetsu-kun was becoming a teacher, which one, she was not sure. Even her basketball-obsessed childhood friend was aiming to become a policeman. As for her, she did not know what to do.

"Satsuki, you've been staring at the picture for a while now. What's up?"

Momoi whipped her attention back to Aomine, who was lying on the ground, flipping through her notes before looking up at her. She averted his gaze but she found herself looking back at him. Finally, she gave in, sighing. "Do you think it would be alright if I put down I want to become a policewoman?"

Aomine sighed as he sat back up. So it was about that. "I can't see why not. You're pretty persistent and you'll look pretty hot in a uniform."

Momoi show Aomine a glare. "I'm being serious here. We have to turn those sheets next week and I still haven't decided on what I want to become. Clearly, I can't put down I want to follow Aomine-kun."

"Ah, that would be weird if your teacher read that. He would think that you're a stalker or something."

"Dai-chan!"

Aomine raised his hands in the air as he looked away from his friend. "I know, I know. Calm down."

Momoi let out a mutter before crossing her arms under her chest. "How can I when you're joking around?"

"Fine, I get it. So you don't know what you want to become?"

Momoi nodded.

"Well, you're an analyst. You're pretty damn stubborn when it comes to people you care about… I can't really see a career for you outside of sports, so how about you become a physical therapist?"

Momoi blinked a couple of times, trying to comprehend what her friend just told her. "A physical therapist?"

"Yeah, like they help people, right? Like you can put your skills to use and see how their rehab goes and decide what be best for that person to become better. You don't necessarily have to help athletes but you can regular people too." When Aomine was done talking, he was slightly disturbed by the look on his friend's face. "What?"

Momoi broke away from her awe and ran over to Aomine, tackling him into a hug. "Ah, thank you, Dai-chan!"

Even if he did not know why she was happy, she was glad that she had someone who could understand her traits so easily. This was one aspect that her Dai-chan could never be beaten in. He could read her just like she could read him. She could not imagine a life without him. That did not mean she would fall in love with him, but she was not going to admit that the thought had arisen.

Aomine was clearly confused but it seemed he helped her with her problem. He would never admit it but he owed Momoi a lot for putting up with him for the past three years. Slowly, he hugged her back before pushing her away. "Okay, now that's over, help me with my homework. I'm stuck on this problem."

Momoi sighed as she released him from a hug, smacking him lightly on the arm. "You had to ruin the moment, huh?"

"Hey, I'm trying to become a policeman. I need all the help I can get before those damn exams."

Momoi rolled her eyes as she sat next to Aomine, but that how he was. "Fine, show me where you're stuck."