Earl Gray Tea- Interesting
Bags of candy? Check!
Strangely assorted playlist of music? Check!
Laptop? Check!
Inspiration? A bit lacking, but check!
Life? Check! Oh, wait no, that's not right...
Aomine-Kun dragged Miyuri out of the gym, finding a ladder and pushing Miyuri in front of him to go first. She frowned and sniffed but did so. Aomine-Kun follwed, and the ladder shuddered slightly, making her grip the metal bars a bit tighter. Luckily, it had momentarily stopped raining, and the sun was shining through the clouds, but that didn't mean the bars weren't slippery, and that Aomine-Kun's heavy weight couldn't make her lose her balance and fall.
"Nice panties, by the way," She could hear the smirk in his voice. "You like black lace, huh?"
She shoved her foot in his face before continuing to climb.
"You got your shoe shit all over my face, crazy bitch!"
She laughed, but her face was still a bright crimson color.
Miyuri finally pulled herself up over the edge, Aomine-Kun's barking insults at her. The roof was still wet, and she almost slipped in the process of standing up. But she made it okay.
"We need to talk about your bad manners. What's with the rolling eyes and the kicking, huh? It's annoying, so stop it."
It was times like these especially, when Miyuri desired to have a voice- desired to speak. She could not remember the last time she had spoken, for the car accident that she had been involved in occurred when she was very little.
But to be honest, she knew that she was a very calm person by nature. Aomine-Kun was just maddening- he put her on her absolute last nerve. The kicking and eye-rolling was the retaliation from his own actions. He deserved it, and he knew it.
"And that glare, too!" He grumbled.
Or maybe he didn't.
But either way, Miyuri didn't want to hear him yapping at her anymore. She would probably try to pitch herself off the edge of the roof.
She walked around him, heading for the ladder, but he stopped her, grabbing her wrist.
"Are you trying to run away? Ha, that's adorable, but I'm not letting you get away from me that easily," He pulled her easily, and she sighed, coming to face him.
Miyuri had to crane her neck to look up at him, annoyingly. Her eyes were like bullets, and her arms were crossed.
"That's a nice expression," He commented with an overly cocky smirk. "Like you actually believe you have a chance against me. Keep dreaming, kid."
He reached out and pushed her forehead, breaking the thick tension. Miyuri stumbled backwards in surprise.
'Well, those sexy muscles have to show for something...'
No, she wasn't denying that he was sexy, because he was indeed drool-worthy. There was no point, because it was impossible to deny. His tanned skin was stretched against taut, attractive muscles, and the tan just gave another irresistible glow. How could someone so infuriating be so overwhelmingly attractive?
She kept her head up, still managing to keep some of her pride and walked past him.
"You have that much confidence even after me seeing your panties?" Aomine-Kun teased.
She turned her head, lips in a pout, and face on fire once more.
"Oh, so you don't want me to bring it up?"
In all honesty, Aomine-Kun enjoyed teasing the brunette. Her reactions varied, but he always got a kick out of her differentiating expressions. And he would be lying to say that her blushing face wasn't cute.
He climbed down the ladder, hopping down from the last three rungs.
"And by the way, Miyuri," He called to the girl who was opening the gym door.
She turned around, looking at him inquiringly. He noticed that her face had receded to it's normal crème color. Well, he would have to change that, wouldn't he?
"They were cute," He said with a straight face. "Your panties, that is."
Her eyes grew impossibly wide, and she subconsciously pulled down her skirt. Her face steamed, and she clenched her fists. She quickly entered the gym, much to Aomine-Kun's amusement. And this was only the first day? Ha, this was going to be fun.
"Ah, Miyuri-Chan! Where did Aomine-Kun go?" Satsuki greeted curiously.
The thought of the blue-haired man made her shudder. No, not in a good way.
"Aha... he is a bit hard to handle, but he's not that bad! You'll get used to it," Satsuki tried to convince her, but it sounded like she was trying to convince herself.
Miyuri peeked around her, looking at the rest of the team who were practicing. She noticed Wakamatsu-Senpai and Imayoshi-Senpai playing in a one-on-one game. In fact, that was going on all over the court. She blinked and one thought came to mind.
'Sweat.'
Miyuri never had that problem, except in dryland practice(dryland-push ups, sit ups, crunches, etc. for swimmers), because she was a swimmer and swimmers stayed in the water and their sweat mixed into the water instead of dripping off skin. But sweat, gosh! She would have to get used to that. A pair of boys dribbled a ball past her, making her crinkle her nose. Okay, maybe now she understood why boys wore so much cologne. Some of them really needed it.
Once the main practice was over, Imayoshi-Senpai gathered everyone around.
"Nanase-San, could you go and get Aomine?"
She nodded and turned on her heels, leaving the gym. She climbed the ladder again, looking around.
'Ah...'
Aomine-Kun was snoozing in a patch of sunlight, looking quite cozy. Miyuri strode over to him and nudged his side with her foot. She didn't want to get all close to him, she had already experienced that and was not ready to go through that again. He groaned and rolled over on his side, making her eyes narrow. She pushed a bit harder(okay, maybe a lot harder) until he sat up and glared. She looked down at him, giving him a what-am-I-going-to-do-with-you look.
"Don't..." He yawned. "Ever wake me up by kicking me again."
She rolled her eyes at him before pointing down.
"Do they want me down there?"
She nodded, looking away. He didn't stand, but ran a hand through his short blue hair and yawned again. Miyuri let out a puff of air. How could Satsuki deal with such a man? She would have to ask for tips.
But for now, Miyuri was left to fend for herself.
The brunette made a quick decision and kicked a puddle, splashing water everywhere. Rainwater hit Aomine-Kun in a wave of droplets, making him swing his head around to glare.
"Oi!" He snarled.
He got up, getting ready to grab her, but she was already halfway down the ladder. Aomine chased the girl into the gym, storming into the crowd of players and attracting attention from them.
"Aomine, what's your hurry? I'm starting to wonder if you actually want to be here!" Imayoshi-Senpai addressed sarcastically.
The subject of harassment scowled.
"As you all know, you are good players, scouted by us from all over the country. Practice your skills, enhance them. Keep up and you won't just be good players, you'll be the best."
Aomine-Kun scoffed, making Miyuri flash him a curious glance. He caught it and smirked.
"Aomine I want you to show off some of your skills," Imayoshi-Senpai admitted.
The man stepped out onto the court, and the whole gym fell silent.
"You are the former Ace from the Generation of Miracles, the best middle school team in probably all of Japan. We were quite lucky for you to enroll here."
Aomine-Kun grabbed a basketball off a rack and pitched it backwards. Miyuri's eyes followed the ball, widening when it made a perfect shot, falling inside the hoop with a gentle swish. There were collective gasps and murmurs throughout the crowd.
Imayoshi-Senpai stepped out onto the court.
"Let's do a one-on-one, shall we? First to score."
Aomine-Kun yawned and tossed the orange ball to the Captain.
"You're giving me the ball? Don't you want to get a head start?" Imayoshi-Senpai inquired as if he already knew the answer to the question.
"What a stupid move," Wakamatsu-Senpai sniggered, having come up to stand next to Miyuri.
She glanced up at him, not aware that he was there before.
Aomine-Kun's eyes had strayed to the pair, having heard the blonde insult his decision. But he didn't really care because he would prove him wrong. What he was a bit pissed about was the fact that Wakamatsu was so close to Miyuri. She didn't appear to be paying attention to the loudmouth's advances. Her teal eyes were trained on Aomine-Kun's every move, and he smirked at that. He had her attention, whether she liked it or now.
'I'll deal with him after this,' He decided, turning his attention back to the Captain.
"I don't need a head start. I'll win anyways."
Miyuri wondered if he was just boasting or if his skills were legitimate. And what was this 'Generation of Miracles?' It sounded prestigious and admirable, the polar opposite of Aomine-Kun. From what she could put together, it was probably a group of incredibly gifted athletes. And she could believe that when she saw Aomine-Kun play.
Imayoshi-Senpai made a shot from where he stood, and Aomine-Kun sprinted to the hoop, jumping up and slapping the ball away from the goal when it was about to hit the backboard. The ball bounced to the ground, and Aomine-Kun dribbled it across the court. Imayoshi-Senpai aimed to block him, but Aomine-Kun seemingly danced around him, pitching the ball up to the hoop. It fell in, just like he knew it would.
And from what she could conclude, his basketball was true, and very good. It was wild and raw and uncontrollable. He handled that power as if it was clay in his hands, free to mold and play with. But the wild manner of his movements were somehow beautiful, as if the sport of basketball had been designed just for him to play.
He stepped away from the court, standing in front of Miyuri and Wakamatsu.
"Miyuri, go buy me a Pocari," He ordered. "My bag's on the bench if you want money."
She nodded and walked to his bag, her hands closing on what felt like a wallet. Miyuri pulled it out and took a few yen before leaving obediently. Wakamatsu scowled at what seemed to be her blind obedience.
"Stop ordering her around like she belongs to you!" He grumbled.
"About that, we need to talk. Just you and me," Aomine-Kun grinned lazily, something a bit dark flashing behind his electric blue eyes.
He swung a large arm over Wakamatsu's shoulder, guiding him to the locker room. He shut and locked the door, leaning against it.
"So, what do you want?" The blonde voiced his thoughts.
"You like her, don't you?" Aomine-Kun's eyes had darkened significantly.
"W-What are you talking about?" Wakamatsu stammered, now nervous.
"Don't give me that shit. I saw the way you looked at her. Don't deny it. She's really pretty, isn't she? I don't blame you,"
Wakamatsu relaxed, thinking that Aomine-Kun just agreed with him.
He did a lot more than just agree with him.
"But she owes everything to me, you heard me? Everything. The only one who can have her is me. Me and only me," Aomine-Kun ordered. "So don't even touch her."
Wakamatsu was enraged.
"You can't tell me who I can and can't like!" He yelled.
"Talk to me like that again and I'll punch you."
"You can't order me around, and you can't own Miyuri! She's a person and she has-"
Aomine-Kun was quickly growing annoyed of Wakamatsu's banter and silenced him with a punch to the face.
There was a knock at the door. Aomine-Kun turned and opened it, Miyuri's indifferent eyes showing that she hadn't been eavesdropping. She held out a chilled blue Pocari can, and he took it from her, snapping open the seal. She glanced around him at Wakamatsu, who had blood at the side of his lip. She pointed to the place on her own lips, before following Aomine-Kun out with a smile.
Wakamatsu wiped the place with his hand, his eyes burning into the blood on his thumb and forefinger. He clenched his fists and growled.
Miyuri followed Aomine-Kun to the bleachers, her gaze drifting to the smear of red on his right fist. Her eyes grew huge, and she looked behind her to the locker room urgently, ready to run back. Aomine-Kun grabbed her wrist.
"He won't talk to you, so don't try," He told her. "Now go home."
He tossed her bag to her, and she reached up to catch it, but her sports skills were severely lacking. The bag smacked her in the head, making her hands fly to her forehead in pain. Did he know that she had notebooks and stuff in there?
"Miyuri-Chan!" She heard Satsuki call. "Are you okay?"
She turned Miyuri around, examining her forehead like a fussy mother.
'A mother...' Miyuri mused silently, leaning into the touch.
"Ah, Miyuri-Chan?" The pinkette was curious, but Miyuri just bowed to the Manager before grabbing her bag and umbrella and leaving.
"She's weird," Aomine-Kun commented, standing next to his friend.
"But you like her, don't you?" Satsuki-Chan tilted her head, prying.
"She's interesting," He admitted, following her out of the gym.
"I can already see it! Cute little Miyuri-Aomine babies!" She teased, avoiding a puddle.
Aomine-Kun sipped on the Pocari, envisioning Miyuri cradling a sleeping baby boy with blue hair, tanned skin, and expressive teal eyes, Aomine himself grinning at the child and holding a small hand.
"Ah, you imagined it, didn't you?!" Satsuki-Chan's eyes grew wide.
"I did not!" He rejected the idea, shaking away the clouds of imagination. "Her boobs are too small!"
"Right..." Satsuki-Chan rolled her eyes. "Oh, there she is now! Miyuri-Chan!"
Miyuri turned around, and Aomine-Kun found it hard to look the same way at the girl now because he had imagined her holding his child. It was as if a motherly glow had surrounded her body, and it was weird. But maybe she would make a good mom. She smiled at Satsuki-Chan as if they had been friends forever, before flashing a grin at Aomine-Kun. If only she had bigger breasts...
Weeks passed, halcyon, calm and peaceful.
Until Aomine-Kun asked a request of her.
"I think that we should talk. After practice."
They walked to the train station, and along the way, Miyuri stopped at a cafe, making Aomine-Kun complain He probably wanted to go to a basketball court or something. She sat at her normal window table, pushing the small menu towards him.
"Nanase-San, you brought a friend this time?" The waitress, her name Emiko, greeted happily. "I was beginning to think that the other cafe workers and I were your only friends!"
Miyuri shrugged sheepishly. That had been true awhile ago. But she could consider Aomine-Kun a friend. Or more of an acquaintance that she had been acquainted with for weeks.
"So what would you like?" Emiko smiled. "I'm guessing Nanase-San wants her normal Earl Gray and her apple scones, and you sir?"
"The same that she's getting, I guess," Aomine-Kun decided, not having a good idea of what to get.
"Well, since Nanase-San finally brought a friend, it'll be on me today. You're food will be right out, so wait a little bit!"
Emiko walked away, and Aomine-Kun leaned back in his chair, looking around the busy cafe.
"I should have expected you to like places like this, Miyuri," He commented.
The brunette crossed her ankles, not even bothering to try to ask if that was a compliment or insult. It was most likely neither. The food came out a few minutes later, and the blessed scent of Earl Gray reached Miyuri's nose. She smelled it every day, but she never got tired of that smell. It tasted good, but smelled better.
"Damn, that smells good,"Aomine-Kun took the handle of a blue mug, lifting it to his lips.
Miyuri watched his reaction. Personally, she loved tea. It rejuvenated her, and when she was small, she remembered the scent of Earl Gray on her father's clothes before he...
"You're spacing," She heard Aomine-Kun tell her.
She blinked out of the slight trance, realizing that she had missed his reaction. But even if she had been paying attention, she would have seen that he wasn't focusing on the tea, but Miyuri herself.
Her eyes shifted to him, asking a silent question.
"I guess that I want to know you better," He confessed, stretching his arms.
She quirked an eyebrow, not understanding.
"We have a strange relationship, am I right?" He tried to clarify. "I don't hate you and you don't hate me. Do you really want to continue with this as strangers?"
She took a calculating bite of her scone, contemplating her response. She pulled out her mobile, tapping in words.
'Then how about we become friends?'
"But that's weird!" He protested.
Miyuri laughed at his childishness.
"Oi, I'm trying to be serious here! I'm not even teasing you! Stop laughing!"
It started out from Aomine-Kun simply walking behind her, sometimes teasing, sometimes staying blissfully silent. Then it was walking next to her after a pervert approached her and tried to harass her, resulting in an angry Aomine-Kun punching the man in the face and reporting him to the police.
From that day on, after practices, Aomine-Kun and Miyuri would meet up at the cafe, and they learned a bit more about each other. And bit by bit, they got a little closer with each meeting.
"Miyuri-Chan, do you want to come with me to the pool today?" Satsuki-Chan asked, flipping her pink hair off her shoulder. "I'm going to get some info on the Seirin team because one of them is an old friend, and I recall you saying that you were a swimmer."
Miyuri stood up, her eyes shining. It had been a long time since she had been in a proper pool and she missed it.
'Just let me go home and get my swimsuit.' Miyuri typed into the phone. 'I'll meet up with you at the pool.'
Satsuki-Chan nodded. "I have to go get my swimsuit as well!"
The two were excused from the gym, and Aomine-Kun watched from the rooftop as the two left the gym, Satsuki-Chan telling Miyuri all about Kuroko.
Satsuki-Chan seemed to sense Aomine-Kun's gaze and turned around. In truth, she had invited him to come too, as well as informing him that his pornographic magazines would be confiscated if he kept them in the gym. Whether he came or not was a whole different story. But that was partly why she brought Miyuri-Chan with her. She watched as the brunette smiled up at Aomine-Kun and waved. He lifted a hand in greeting. The fact that they met up every day after practice was no secret to her. Miyuri-Chan was slowly changing Aomine-Kun. Normally, if she went somewhere, Aomine-Kun would follow. Satsuki-Chan was testing that, actually. She wanted to see if Aomine-Kun would come to the pool because Miyuri-Chan was there too. But he might have been going for other reasons (cough cough Tetsu-Kun). It was just a test, after all.
Their first few weeks were rough. Their personalities clashed and Miyuri-Chan didn't always comply to Aomine-Kun's requests. But they soon began to tolerate each other, and that toleration turned into a friendship. Satsuki-Chan examined their relationship with apt interest, coming to a conclusion. Miyuri-Chan was calm and collected, sensible. Aomine-Kun was brash, rude, and downright perverted. They balanced each other out, and when one would believe that the two polar opposites would not become friends, they actually were closer than most might have thought.
Satsuki-Chan was curious to see how this relationship would develop.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed, so far- Miss-Shadow, LaughterLover98, Elise477(I am sorry, but I cannot read French, but I could pull some words from the review and got some of it), and mimakicchi! And also, I have a feeling I'm making Aomine and other characters too OOC, so if I am, feel free to give me pointers because this is the first time I've written a Kuroko no Basuke fanfiction.
Also, a very special thanks to TruthsLies, who has helped me out in posting this chapter, as well as giving me tips!