Chapter 2: Thinking


Himuro took the wide container out of her hands, taking a good look at the honey lemon slices she had kindly prepared for the team. Miyuki pulled out another one from her red duffel bag after thanking him for his assistance. It was a small deed but he could tell that it even just one container would be enough for her to carry. That was why be broke away from the team momentarily to help her on the sidelines when he saw her bringing out one.

He knew that the containers gained the attention of the rest of the team. Some were looking at them curiously, trying to figure out what was inside. It was Miyuki's first day as the manager and she was already loved by numerous players who had only greeted her. The atmosphere was much brighter then it usually was when Araki was throwing them strict and deadly training regimens.

'They called it a woman's touch, didn't they?' Himuro thought amused. When questioned about it, Okamura replied with that very sentence and for once his members agreed with him completely. It seemed that just having a female manager had encouraged the mean work harder. Naturally, the shooting guard had nothing to complain about the matter so he only smiled.

"Himuro-san?" He heard her soft voice call out his name. Turning to her, he noticed a slight look of confusion on her face. Her head was titled slightly to the side, her hair moving to the side with her as she locked eyes with him. "Are you alright?" She asked, a hint of concern in her tone.

"I was just thinking that's all." He replied, walking alongside her as they made their way to the center of the court. Araki had called out a break and all the teens were panting heavily, complaining about the harsh training in quiet whispers. Though, the moment they approached them they shut up and redirected their attention to the two containers the pair were holding.

"I prepared some honey lemon slices for all of you." Miyuki said, moving the container onto her left arm and taking the cover off with her right, revealing delicious lemon slices. Everyone went 'ooh!' and rushed over, all taking a peek at the slices happily. Okamura especially, was touched by the action and covered his mouth was his hand, trying to stop tears that formed in his eyes.

Himuro's right eye wandered back to the containers and noticed the large amount in just one. It was surely enough for the whole team alone but she had made an extra batch. "Miyuki-chan, you made too much." He told the girl, feeling sorry she went to so much effort. The blonde only shook her head and handed her container to her purple haired classmate who had immediately moved to stand beside her after she revealed the honey lemon slices.

"If I made only one batch then Atsushi would've eaten all of it so I made some for him. Oh, but I did make sure to make more then enough for the team." She said simply as if it were a fact.

Fukui, who had appeared beside Himuro, opened the container and took a lemon slice before silently popping it into his mouth. Everyone watched in anticipation to hear the honest feedback that the ash blond would definitely deliver with not delicacy. Fukui's eyes widened, "It tastes really good!"

That was enough for the rest of the team and everyone ran to take their own slices. Himuro held the container in his grasp tightly, afraid it would slip out of his hands and be wasted completely. From the corner of his eye, he saw Miyuki accepting a thanks from Murasakibara before he stuffed his face with the lemon slices. She sighed and scolded him, reprimanding the teen about his terrible manners. 'Atsushi seems to listen to her quite well,'' He thought.

"It's good having a manager after all." A voice commented from his opposite side. Fukui has stuffed two more slices into his mouth, eating them quickly before reaching out for more. Okamura's face displayed pure bliss as he finished his first slice. "Of course! Nakahara-san is the perfect manager!" The captain praised, a small red tint on his cheeks.

"Indeed, these do taste delicious." Liu offered his opinion as he finished a slice. Now, Himuro was curious about the taste as well and probably wouldn't be able to take a bite until everyone else was done, that is if they decided to leave some for him. It was very unlikely though, knowing his teammates.

"Himuro, did you have a taste?" Fukui asked him with a mouthful. The teen in question was actually surprised that the vice-captain bothered to ask. He wasn't exactly considered the nicest person around the team. Himuro shook his head in reply and the male slid his hand into the container again, stealing the last slice before popping it into his mouth.

"I thought too soon" Himuro thought, staring at the male. Fukui looked at him as if he didn't do anything wrong and walked off. Liu and Okamura followed him back to the court after they were done, the captain even gave Himuro a small pat on the back out of pity before heading off. The shooter shrugged his shoulders and returned to the bench, putting the closed container down.

It was all finished but it wasn't as if he would never be able to try some ever again. There wasn't any point getting sad about it. The teen joined the team once again and noticed that Murasakibara had already finished his share despite having a large amount of slices. He had expected it but it still amazed him. Miyuki was already back at the bench packing the containers back into her duffel bag. She noticed his gaze on her and turned her head to smile at him, mouthing a 'thanks' before picking up a nearby clipboard and focusing on the text written.

Her brows were furrowed and her black glasses fell to the tip of her nose. Himuro noted how her lips went back to a straight line as she continued to study the sheet, and how here black eyes brightened with interest at whatever the coach had given her to read over. It reminded him of the face she made extra slices for Murasakibara since she was aware of his massive appetite. The blonde was always focused on whatever she did, and according to her purple haired classmate she rarely forgot anything. She was so much like an adult that it made Himuro think twice about how he behaved himself.

With a turn, his gaze returned to the court as the next training drill was announced by Araki. The teen slid over to the side and grabbed a basketball from inside the steel cart as he let one thought cloud his mind for a moment.

"She needs to loosen up a bit."


"Himuro-san, is everything alright?"

His chin tilted up as he turned to the familiar voice and as he expected it was Miyuki standing before him with a concerned expression on her face. He straightened up, rolling his shoulders back as he stretched his arms out tiredly. "Ah, well…" He dragged off quietly with an exhausted smile, motioning towards the pile of books that were stacked on the table.

He was studying for an upcoming test they had for world history class. He wasn't that confident in the subject and preferred math over it by a long shot. The names and dates were the things he just could never remember in terms of history. Shamefully, he was procrastinating studying for the past week, doing anything he could to avoid world history altogether, but now that the test was coming up in the following days he just couldn't ignore it any longer.

Miyuki sent him a curious look, "Are you having trouble with history?" The upperclassman sheepishly nodded and went back to his notebook. "It's something I'm not that good at unfortunately." He admitted, spinning his pen around with his fingers. It was peaceful enough in the library and Himuro knew he would be able to focus better if he were surrounded quietness.

The blonde raised a brow at him before taking the seat across from him. "You don't seem like the type who would admit your weaknesses so openly like that." She said, folding her arms on the table, leaning in to take a look at the books he took. Himuro titled his head curiously, "Is that how you saw me?"

She leaned back and scratched her cheek sheepishly. "You resemble the prince stereotype so I just automatically assumed…" Miyuki replied, her cheeks slightly red at her own assumption. Himuro only smiled back, "Ah, so you think of me as a prince?"

"Nope, that's what some of the girls told me so I just connected the dots." Miyuki answered back without missing a beat.

"Miyuki-chan, you replied a little to fast…" He said, feeling a little dejected. She only blinked at him, letting her confusion clearly show on her face. "Eh? What do you mean?" Miyuki asked as she pulled the top book off the pile casually. He shook his head, letting a sigh escape his lips causing the girl to send him a look before she cracked the book open.

"So, you're learning about Japanese history right now?" Himuro watched in awe as her black eyes scanned through the text as if she were a machine. She was reading it so fast that Himuro questioned whether or not she actually knew what she was taking in. "Since I lived in America up until recently I don't really know that much." Himuro confessed, flipping over his notes.

She hummed in response as she continued to read over the text. Miyuki didn't seem at all fazed by the work and continued to read through the book in a face pace. Himuro was somewhat jealous that she could easily understand. He sometimes had trouble reading the kanji since he was so used to English but Miyuki made it look as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

"I can help you if you want." She offered him with a polite smile. His pride told him to refuse because she was only a first year but his brain told him her help was necessary or else he wouldn't be able to participate in matches. With a strained smile he accepted with a nod and the girl quickly moved onto picking up his notebook.

"Great, I know this." Miyuki muttered to herself happily before looking back up at Himuro. Her eyes flashed of excitement and the black haired teen couldn't help but swallow the moment she beamed at him. "Miyuki-chan, you seem rather excited…" He let out, watching carefully as she dragged over the rest of the pile to her side.

She laughed softly and opened another textbook. "I guess you could say studying is my forte." The blonde replied. Himuro placed his elbow onto the table and rested the side of his face against his knuckles, another smile present on his face. Miyuki seemed to really enjoy studying and Himuro really couldn't understand why. Most teens would choose anything other then looking over notes and memorizing formulas, but Miyuki had actually said that it was her forte. It made him want to know how her mind worked.

"Himuro-san, you said you lived in America, right? Was there any reason for you stay over there?" Her voice came out in a hushed whisper after they received a glare from the librarian. "My parents were working over there so I just moved along. But Miyuki-chan, why do you like to study so much?" Himuro had to ask her. His curiosity was starting to reach it's peak.

Her face carried a surprised expression at the question. She began to fiddle with the corner of the book's page. "My parents are both lawyers and my two older brothers are currently studying in Tokyo University." The blonde explained. "It's kind of expected that I do well in school so I make sure to."

She looked down at the page, eyes trying to focus on anything besides the topic. Himuro's eyes narrowed at the fact she began to restlessly flip the pages soon after she was done talking. He knew he must've stepped on some kind of landmine and promptly decided to never bring it up in the nearby future. "I see, then good luck. Now, how about you help me with this?" Himuro smoothly changed the subject, pointing down at a practice question in his notebook. Miyuki snapped out of her trance and had to blink a couple of times before understanding the situation.

Another bright smile appeared on her face.

"As you wish."


A/N: /whispers/ slow start children. please remain faithful by being patient. ;D

It's update day guys. I say that but I have a feeling that something will happen in the future and I wont update.. D:

Here is chapter two and I have decided that keeping it in Himuro's point of view is a must for this fic really. The future chapters word count will usually be around 2,000+ words. And I must say that MY MIND IS BLOWN AT THE FACT I RECEIVED MORE THEN TEN REVIEWS ON THE FIRST CHAPTER. :O gosh, I hope I don't disappoint you guys in the end, especially since this series is really different to my other ones.

This is totally a slice of life series :D and im also glad that peoples are liking Miyuki. More of her personality was shown in this chapter so she's not that stereotypical i-like-to-study-and-i-act-like-a-middle-aged-woman kind of girl. She's motherly, strict but kind, calm, warm-heartred and caring.

I like Miyuki a lot. :) and she has a cousin. /shot.


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