A timid knock sounded at Aomine's door. He let out a yawn, stretching his long limbs. One dark arm reached behind the bed to twist his abdominals, when he bumped into soft heat. He stifled a yelp at the unexpected sensation, memories floating back into his consciousness as he stared at Kise's sleeping face. Regaining his senses, he groused to the unknown person at the door, "Wha'dya want?"
"Ah, good. Aomine-kun is awake. I've been knocking for almost five minutes now. I was starting to get worried. Could you please wake up Kise-kun? Akashi-kun requested that we have a team meeting before our classes start." Kuroko responded monotonously.
"Da fuck does he want to see us for?" Aomine groaned, roughly grabbing Kise's shoulder and shaking the unsuspecting boy awake. "Hey, idiot, Kuroko's here."
"Kurokocchi…pretty…" Kise garbled, half incoherent. Then he rolled over and pulled Aomine's arm to his chest, snuggling the appendage as he slipped back into unconsciousness.
"Heeeeey Kisee. That's my arm. Let go, ya dumbass. I swear…" Aomine yelped.
Kuroko interrupted him, faint amusement shrouded within his voice. "I think I'll leave you to waking up Kise-kun. The door to the other room is open, so don't hesitate to come in. Everyone else is already dressed, we're just waiting on you." With these final words, Kuroko padded away, his footsteps faint on the wood floors.
Once Aomine's strained ears couldn't hear Kuroko's descent, he ripped his arm away from Kise, pulling the blond out of bed entirely. "Wake the fuck up. I don't want to piss off Akashi any more than I already did yesterday."
Kise sat up drowsily, wide amber eyes peering innocently up at Aomine. "Aominecchi, why are you still naked?"
Almost comically, Aomine gaped at Kise whilst subtly staring down at his exposed groin. Even on his dark skin, the faint stain of blush showed, tinting his cheeks. "Sh…shut up Kisee. I…I…shut up and get ready. Akashi wants to see us before classes start." Angrily, Aomine stomped around the room and pulled his clothes from his suitcase, which he hadn't bothered to unpack the night before.
Kise pushed a fist to his lips, trying to reign in a giggle and failing considerably. "Aominecchi is surprisingly cute in the morning." Languidly, the blonde rose from the bed and edged toward Aomine, his nakedness painfully obvious.
When Kise touched his arm, Aomine startled, darting to the other side of the room, various articles of clothing in his arms. "I'm not cute. And don't do that again. God, put some clothes on like a civil human being."
"Is Aominecchi calling me ugly? Aominecchi's so mean to me, even after we did that last night." Kise pouted, sidling closer and closer towards the flustered boy.
"Gah, would you stop talking Kisee? You're so goddamn loud." Aomine yelled, simultaneously pulling boxers up his tanned legs and evading the encroaching model.
"What, you don't like it loud, Aominecchi? I personally prefer it loud and…" Kise was met with the sound of a slamming door. Another giggle dripping from his lips, Kise quickly put on his clothes and followed his half-dressed companion.
Mortification didn't set in until Aomine smashed the door to the four-man room, drawing the attention of its four inhabitants. When wide, amused eyes met his own, realization finally dawned on him.
Aomine had walked out of his dorm wearing only his boxers, the rest of his clothing shoved under his arm in his haste to escape Kise's idiocy.
"Um…Aomine-kun, is there a reason you didn't put any clothes on?" Kuroko deadpanned, impassive in even this sort of situation.
"I bet that Mine-chin is an exhibitionist. He always shows off, after all." Murasakibara contemplated around a stick of strawberry Pocky.
Midorima simply snorted at the display, politely turning his eyes from the other boy.
As Akashi opened his mouth, no doubt to add his own opinion to the mix, the door flew open, a blur of yellow streaking through the room towards Kuroko, his laughter trailing in his wake.
Kise clung to the shorter man as he heaved in laughter, chest shuddering as he attempted to catch his breath. "Ao…Aominecchi. He…hahahaha. I…can't…can't breathe. Oh god…help…hahahahahahahaha" Kuroko shoved the other boy away, limbs sprawling everywhere as Kise continued to convulse on the ground.
"I've got this." Murasakibara drawled, walking slowly over to the fallen boy. The behemoth then raised his foot, placing it atop the blond's back. "Kise-chin, shut up before I crush you." As he pressed his weight down, the chuckles slowly subsided, replaced by shallow wheezing.
Mu..Murasakibaracchi! Stop! I'll stop, I swear." Kise rasped, right hand clenching weakly at Murasakibara's pant leg. Murasakibara didn't comply until Kise's hitching breath became even once more, all traces of exuberance gone.
As Murasakibara lifted his giant foot, he turned and gloated, "See, I told you I would stop him Aka-chin."
In bemusement, Akashi smirked, belittlement hidden in his seemingly encouraging words. "Thank you, Atsushi. I appreciate that one of our problems is now gone." Heterochromatic eyes glared pointedly at Aomine, who was still in an obscene state of undress.
With Akashi's knowing gaze, Aomine blanched, drawing his shirt around his shoulders. "Sorry Akashi." He whined sheepishly, hastily pulling his pants up his long legs.
Akashi sighed, his gaze darting around the colorful assortment that graced the room. "Well, now that we are all together, we can finally have a 'team meeting', so to speak. Shintarō and I have our first class in forty-five minutes, which gives us only about thirty minutes to conclude this discussion. I will not tolerate either myself or Shintarō being late on our first day. Is this clear?"
"Crystal."
Another sigh. "Your sarcasm knows no bounds, Aomine." Akashi breathed, irritation masked behind a façade of forced politeness.
The dark boy smiled smugly, teeth bright against his skin. "It's a talent."
"Well, it seems to me that those with 'talents' should go first. Don't you agree, Daiki-sama." Hard anger chipped away at Aomine's cheerful countenance, a shiver crawling the navy-haired boy's spine.
"Don't call me sama, Aka…" Aomine attempted to free himself from Akashi's slowly building rage, only to entangle himself further.
Cold fury. "Well than maybe you should stop acting like one, Daiki."
Kise, in an attempt to break the rising danger, let out an awkward laugh. "Hehe, Akashicchi, maybe you should cut him some slack. He doesn't even know how to put his clothes on right. What use is there in…?"
Kise was silenced with a piercing glare, his words caught in his throat from the tension permeating the room. "Are there any more objections?"
His only reply was silence, until… "I hate to disrupt your power games Akashi, but you've now wasted ten minutes attempting to subjugate everyone. Punish Aomine after class for all I care, but I'm not waiting for you if we go over the time limit. I absolutely refuse to be late on my first day or any day, for that matter." Midorima huffed, angrily pushing his glasses higher. Green eyes were defiant, glaring at Akashi boldly.
Akashi met his stare for an enigmatic amount of time before his stance softened and he tentatively looked away, instead focusing on the rest of the Generation of Miracle's faces. "I am sorry, I seem to have forgotten my earlier reasoning. Thank you Shintarō, for reminding me of the goal of our gathering." There was still an edge to his words, but it was less sharp, more reminiscent of his usual tonality.
"Is there something wrong, Akashi-kun?" Kuroko said thoughtfully, blankly staring at the redhead before him.
Akashi waved his worries away with a flick of his wrist. "No Tetsuya, nothing is wrong. I was simply going to have a discussion regarding the correlation between our schedules and practice. No matter how good we may be, we are still first-years at this school and as such..." Bicolored eyes fixated upon Aomine, who had the decency to be somewhat abashed. "…We must all attend practice. So it's for the best that we work out our scheduling and set up 'practice buddies'"
"Practice buddies? What's that?" Kise piped in, saffron eyes shining.
"Just as the name states, we should pair up our schedules with one another to add accountability to one another. For example, on both Tuesday and Thursday, Shintarō and I share Japanese Language and Literature. On these days, we would be paired up. If I were to skip practice that day, Shintarō would be punished alongside me, giving him the incentive to drag me to practice.
"Aka-chin, that's good and all, but what if we aren't in the same class? And what if someone…" Another caustic glance was cast upon Aomine. "…Decides to skip the shared class?" Murasakibara droned, two or three Hi-Chews already popped in his mouth.
"I've already accounted for both of these scenarios. When you don't share classes, it'll be based upon the nearest team member to you. For example, Murasakibara and Kuroko are in the Arts and Humanities building on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Since they are in the same building, they will be paired up. The only exception to this is if Kise were to transfer into Kuroko's psychology class, therefore negating the fact that Murasakibara is in the same building as Kuroko."
Akashi hesitated for but a second, taking in a quick breath to replenish his burning lungs, but it was enough. Kuroko's hand flew into the air, the stoic boy wordlessly asking to input his own comment on the matter.
Akashi's brow knotted. He wasn't all that good at predicting Kuroko's actions after all. In almost every situation that Akashi had tested him in, Kuroko had either blew his expectations to smithereens or acted adversely to his calculations.
Although raising his hand to make a point was just plain juvenile. "Akashi-kun, why do you know our schedules? It's very disconcerting."
Akashi blanched, taken aback at Kuroko's line of thought. He, however, disguised his moment of weakness quickly. With arrogance, he said, "I know everything, Tetsuya. After all, I am absolute, so I always win."
Still expressionless, Kuroko inquired, "What does that have to do with anything. We all already know that you're smart. Besides, you lost to me once in…"
Kise silenced him with a smack over the mouth, muffling the rest of his words. Try as he might, Kise was too late. The damage was done.
"Tetsuya, for the last time, never bring that game up ever again. It is a disgrace to both me and my former teammates at Rakuzan. If you continue to do so, I will not hesitate to punish you."
"Sorry Akashi-kun. I am very tired and not thinking right. I did not mean to offend you." Kuroko placated.
"Let's just get on with this. I need to get to class soon." Midorima intoned, an irritated scowl marring his lips.
"Oh my god, and you people say I'm immature. I'll start this off." Kise suddenly shouted, pulling a piece of paper from his back pocket, poring over the words for a second before he began. "My seventh period class is Honors Calculus, in the Mathematics and Science Hall on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I have English Language in the Language Hall. And, just a little fact for ya'll, I'm majoring in Marketing, with a minor in advertising. Now, stop being babies and get this silly thing over with already."
Midorima glared beneath the frames of his glasses at the blond before him. "You got into the honors program too? The idea of you getting into Kyōto's honors program is laughable."
"Mido-chin, be nice to Kise-chin. He's always been really smart behind that idiotic act he does." Murasakibara chirped, long legs folding in upon themselves.
"I don't know if I should offended by what you just said or not, Murasakibaracchi." Kise wailed, attaching a hand to the hem of his t-shirt.
Aomine scoffed. "We all know what you're thinking, Kise. You just want more attention from everyone else."
"Oh really, I'm the one that wants attention! I'm not the narcissist here, Aomi…"
"As you already know, I have Japanese Language and Literature on Tuesdays and Thursdays in the Language Hall, same as Akashi. On Monday, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I have Honors Calculus in the Mathematics and Science Hall, which means that I am already 'paired up'. Following Kise's example, I guess I'll tell you my majors. Yes, plural. I'm double majoring, one major in Astronomy, the other in Astrology." He shot a malicious glance towards Aomine, whose mouth was open in question. "And no, Aomine, they are not the same thing. They are opposing sciences." There was a gleeful smirk, though as he added his last statement, "At least, they aren't the same thing yet. I'm hoping to prove to the rest of the world that Horoscopes are legitimate. One day, I'll be a part of Oha-Asa."
"Psh, like that would ever happen. Everyone knows those horoscopes are commercialized bullshit." Aomine scoffed, defiantly staring down Midorima
Midorima seethed with fury, biting his lip in an effort to repress any reaction. "Oh yeah," He ground out through gritted teeth. "If what I'm doing is so bad, then just what are you doing? We all know that your intelligence is lower than a six-year-old child. It's a wonder that you even got into this university in the first place."
"I resent that, Midorima. I just ain't cut out for this school shit. The only reason my grades suck is because this is a waste of my time. I would have gone straight into professional Basketball, but somebody…" Aomine flicked an angry glare towards Akashi. "…demanded that I attend this university. So, I decided that I'll major in Sports Medicine. That way even if someone…" Another irate look towards the indifferent Akashi, "…Totally messed up my chances at going pro, I'll still be around basketball."
"Mine-chin, you aren't smart enough for that. You need to take a lot of Biology and Chemistry courses. You cried when you had to balance equations in Chemistry at Teikō. You cried, Mine-chin. Cried."
"Shaddup, that was a long time ago. I'm different now." Aomine denied, cheeks becoming a shade darker at the memory.
"Aominecchi cried in Chemistry? When was this?" Kise interjected, jumping giddily around the arguing three, oblivious to the fact that they were dangerously close to trading blows.
"Kise-kun, it was in sixth grade, before you were a part of the basketball club." Kuroko explained nonchalantly, ignoring the rising cacophony in the background.
"OH MY GOD WOULD YOU SHUT UP ALREADY!? YOU DIDN'T EVEN LET ME FINISH TELLING YOU MY SCHEDULE!" Silence stretched across the room, blanketing the five Miracles with a cloak of tension. Aomine cleared his throat in one more attempt to garner everyone's attention, only to find the gesture unnecessary. Five eyes stared at the blue-haired male with rapt attention. "Uh, well on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I have Organic chemistry. Then, On Tuesday and Thursday I have Japanese composition." He fisted his hair in frustration. "God, why do we always fight when we get together? It's getting really irritating.
"Aomine-kun you started the argument. You baited Midorima-kun. What else did you expect?" Kuroko pointed out.
"We have seven minutes to finish this. Please hold all of this idiocy until then. I cannot tolerate the idea of my own tardiness." Akashi articulated, voice ringing throughout the noisy room and slicing to noise to silence. "My 'buddies' are Shintarō and Daiki; Daiki on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays in Organic Chemistry and Shintarō on Tuesdays and Thursdays in Japanese Language and Literature." Silence. "Now, Tetsuya, you will tell everyone your schedule and seventh period classes." Heterochromatic fixated upon the frail boy. "And please do speak up. I don't want to waste precious time having you repeat yourself."
Kuroko didn't hesitate a second, launching into his major and classes with a vigor usually reserved for basketball. "I'm majoring in Creative Writing. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I have a Creative Writing class, which is right next to Aomine-kun's Japanese Composition class. Then on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, you all know that I'm paired up with Murasakibara-kun because my psychology class is near his cooking class." Kuroko turned towards the purple-haired boy. "Speaking of Murasakibara-kun, I suggest that you hurry with your class schedule. Just say what you have on Tuesdays and Thursdays."
Murasakibara sighed, eyelids drooping in a show of boredom. "Whatever you say, Kuro-chin. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I have English Language with Kise-chin." He turned with the intention of going into a bedroom, but stopped midway and faced everyone again. "Oh, and I have yet to declare a major, so I'm considered undeclared. Have fun in class, Aka-chin, Mido-chin. I'm going back to sleep." And with those final words, the tall teen trotted towards the bedroom, the slamming the wooden door left in his wake.
"Well, it would seem that our 'team meeting' is done. We should get going, Akashi. We're already three minutes behind schedule." Midorima stiffly ascended, a green backpack slung from his shoulder as he strode towards the door.
Akashi stared at the taller man for a second before he also rose to his feet, his own backpack upon his shoulder. "I agree with you on that, Shintarō." He faced the remaining Miracles as he said. "This meeting is officially adjourned. You now may do what you must to prepare for class. Enjoy the rest of your day."
The door opened and two figured exited the room, leaving three people in the room.
Well, they would have, had Kise not shouted brazenly, "Wait, you never told us what your major was, Akashicchi."
Even though it was muffled by distance, Akashi's voice rang clearly throughout the room. "Engineering, Ryōta. That is my intended major."
These were his final words before the door slammed, the finality resonating throughout the room.
A/N Yay, I finally finished this. I had to rewrite this about 5 times before I was satisfied. But now it's done, so please enjoy.
Yeah, I know I went away from the character bible with this, but I'm getting a little sick of every fic having Aomine as a policeman and Kise as a pilot, ect. So I made my own stuff up. If it bothers you, just know that their majors really aren't all that important to the story. Their classes are way more important, as they give the characters a little 'alone time', so to say.
Also, below, I included the 'buddies' for each day of the week and their shared/close classes. And below that I wrote each of the Miracle's intended major, so that it isn't confusing.
Monday, Wednesday, Friday
Murasakibara-Kuroko Cooking/Psychology
Midorima-Kise Honors Calculus
Aomine-Akashi Organic Chemistry
Tuesday and Thursday
Akashi-Midorima Japanese Language and Literature
Aomine-Kuroko Japanese Composition/Creative Writing
Kise-Murasakibara English Language
Intended Majors
Akashi-Engineering (specificity undecided)
Murasakibara-Undeclared
Kise-Marketing/Advertising
Kuroko-Creative Writing
Midorima-Astronomy/Astrology
Aomine-Sports Medicine