Title: Everyday Incidents

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As thanks, I will give you chapter 9 a week early! I've also written drafts for the next several chapters so hopefully those will be finished chapters soon.

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"Tch. Dammit." Aomine cursed under her breath, her stupid tie on bra had come undone while she was taking her shirt off so that she could start her laps around the pool (Momoi had threatened to burn her favorite pair of shoes if she didn't come to practice). Huffing in annoyance as she continued to vainly retie it on her own for several minutes, soon she gave up her task. "Oi, one of you tie my top." Aomine looks over her shoulder to her teammates, who all gape at her like she's lost her mind. "What? It's not like I'm asking you to undress me or anything." She adds, this would be so much easier if Momoi hadn't been pulled aside by Harasawa for some discussion about their upcoming match.

Susa looks at her and gets up and heads toward the pool without a word. Humph, what a wuss. Aomine glares, "I don't want you touching me bastard." Wakamatsu returns the glare with one of his own, "As if I want to help you idiot." And he turns away angrily to follow Susa to the pool. "I'll tie it for you if ya want." Imayoshi offers, smiling indulgently at her, she blanches, "Hell no." She turns to her last hope. "Ryou, tie it for me." She demanded impatiently, the brunette began to shake and splutter nervously,

"W-what? S-sorry! I ca-can't just-"

"Sure you can, I said you could." Aomine turns her head forward and pulls her shirt up from the back to expose her back to him. She nearly turns around again when she hears several squeaks and splashes, she giggles because flustered boys never get old to mess with. "C'mon Ryou, I wanna swim already." "So-Sorry!" He stutters out, before moving closer and grabbing the two black straps of cloth, desperately trying not to fumble with the strips and after several minutes succeeded in tying the two ends securely and snuggly against Aomine's back. He ignores the jealous stares drilling into his back and he tries not to flush too much when Aomine stretches her arms experimentally, emphasizing the length of her strong and smooth back. It's so much more skin than any of them are used to seeing, (Aomine terrifies most of the team into never looking her way when she's changing or taking her shirt off during the times she does come to practice) and his mouth feels suddenly dry.

"Thanks Ryou." She says as she fully takes off her shirt and behind him he can hear several of his teammates throwing themselves into the pool at the sight of a shirtless Aomine. Imayoshi sighs, "So many immature idiots." Aomine only snorts before taking a running start into the pool and curling up into a ball and cannonballing into the water, laughing at the squawk from a now drenched Momoi who'd chosen to come back into the pool area at that moment.

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"W-w-wh-y-y ar-ee you dres...sed l-ike th...at?!" Kasamatsu stuttered, shakily pointing his finger at Kise; make up applied around her delicate lips and lovely eyes and dressed in a short black skirt that was way too short in his opinion (her legs were really well muscled and pale) and yellow shirt that tied off at the back of her neck that hugged and accented her womanly curves, a pair of simple small black heels wrapped around her slender ankles.

Moriyama blinked for several seconds, "Wow, you look beautiful Kise." He complimented, his heart actually skipping a beat, Kise's never looked so…well girly, this was different from when Kise wore her school uniform. It was a nice change he decided. "Thank you," She replied somewhat shyly to their surprise, and there's a sheepish look on her face, "Sorry, but I got called in for an emergency job and I have to go! I know we've got practice but…" They just stare at her in confusion; Kise's gotten called for jobs all the time in the past and never batted an eyelash about missing practice or ever felt sorry that she missed in the first place. But that had changed when they'd lost to Seirin in that practice match.

Kise always comes to practice. She's never late and she also stays behind the latest next to Kasamatsu and she comes to the gym on weekends or whenever she has free time to do extra practice. She participates more actively in team oriented practices and Kise's been working so hard lately that it isn't until now that they realized that the blond hasn't allowed her model work to interfere with practice or games anymore. Until now anyway and it's a testament to how much Kise has changed since Seirin and Kagami and Kuroko. "Sorry." She bows (another thing she's never done) low and they can tell she sincerely means it.

"It's alright, you can't help it sometimes." Kobori commented lightly, he glanced at Kasamatsu who was looking more nauseous by the second, "Y-yo-u ca-n g-go. Don-'t wo-rry abou-t i-it." The black-haired teenager managed to choke out; Kise straightened and shot him a too bright smile, "Thank you sempai! I promise I'll do double my drills next practice!" She then rushed forward and enveloped Kasamatsu into a hug; he froze as he felt his junior's warm feminine body pressed against his and their difference in height meant that Kasamatsu's face had been pulled into her adequate chest. The realization of just where his face was buried made him go rigid and his heart began to pound painfully in his chest-

And all too quickly she released him and flashed him another smile before turning on her heels, "See you tomorrow guys!" She called out before fluttering out the door, oblivious of the stunned silence that followed her departure. "Kasamatsu?" Hayakawa asked uncertainly, Kobori fanned their captain's beet red face with a folder while Moriyama patted his back comfortingly while somehow managing to look almost jealous.

Everyone thought poor captain as they watched the regulars attempt to bring Kasamatsu out of his stupor. "E-everyone b-back to practice!" He eventually ordered through a scratchy voice, his face still flushed red from embarrassment and indignation. Poor Kasamatsu indeed.

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"I quit. Sub me out." Murasakibara drawled, towel draped over her eyes, not caring in the least as her teammates spluttered angrily around her. Idiots, didn't they know that there was no point in her playing anymore? Kagami was in the Zone, no matter how hard any of them tried, there would be no stopping him now. So what was the point if she played or not if they were going to lose? "Don't you care that we'll lose a game that we can still win?" Okamura growled, she didn't even glance at him, pissing him off even more.

"Yup, no one here can stop Kagami now." And before she or anyone else knew it Himuro reached out- Slap! Murasakibara's head snapped to the side and she was pulled forward when he fisted his hands in her uniform. Stunned silence followed the action, her towel fluttered to the floor forgotten. Everyone stared at the pair in shock, "H-Himuro you can't hit a girl…! "Liu began in a strangled whisper after several minutes of glaring between both Himuro and Murasakibara.

There was a red spot forming on her face (any other day he would have regretted it deeply, any other day, it would have never happened) as she glared lazily up into Himuro's face and he tightened his grip on her jersey to keep himself from striking her again. "Atsushi…!" He snipes lowly, "Muro-chin you're annoying when you get all excited. You're even more useless against Kagami than me. Can't you see that he's better than you?" She states dispassionately, looking unconcerned that he'd just hit her and was basically man-handling her. If it had been anyone else, they would have been nothing more than a splatter on the floor.

But this is Muro-chin. He's different, so she'd let it go this once. His eyes clenched in a mix of surprise, anger, jealousy, and resignation. The display of so much emotion in his usually cool and calm eyes annoyed her, "Dammit Atsushi, you have what I want most and you're just going to throw the game away," Hot drops hit her face that defiantly wasn't sweat and her eyes widened in surprise, Muro-chin was crying and his hands had begun to shake with a desperation she'd never seen from him, "You're driving insane with rage." He finally says, his lone visible eye streaming with tears and he looks at her pleadingly, desperately.

It was so annoying. "Get away from me. You're so gross right now I can't believe you're actually crying. It's repulsive." He flinches at her words and what annoyed her more was that she felt something hot and sharp stirring in her chest at the sight of his anguish, so emotional and passionate that she was torn between disgust (she hates players like him) and fascination (Muro-chin has never looked that way, and she doesn't like it when he looks like this. He looks better when he's calm and in control. It's their fault that Muro-chin was like this right now; she wants to crush and destroy them for it.)

"Fine. I'll stay in the game until it's over." Muro-chin lets go of her jersey in surprise and she stands, tall and stronger than any of her teammates. Murasakibara pulls one of her hair ties from her wrists and begins to lazily gather her hair, pulling the locks into a messy bun at the top of her head, a few strands still able to hand lazily in her face. She looked across the court to where Seirin was gathered, full of passion and so hopeful that they'll win. Kagami is looking over with his own set of narrowed eyes and it makes her think back to just how much Muro-chin had struggled against him time and time again even though he knew there was no chance of him winning; she narrowed her eyes. Murasakibara would crush them. Hard.

When the game resumes Seirin is ready for them, Kagami keeps dunking after her and the point gap is shrinking. Murasakibara gets the ball and Kagami is ready to meet her, but he won't get it this time. She passes. Up in the stadium, Aomine and Momoi watch in surprise, Kise looks shocked and on the court Kuroko looks flabbergasted but pleased. And the ball is now Muro-chin's; he takes the shot and makes it. Seirin is on the fence now, Yosen is now passing and they're playing like a team, so unlike in the beginning.

If Seirin had Kuroko and Kagami.

Then Yosen has Murasakibara and Himuro.

Twenty one seconds left and all she has to do is jump, the hoop is right there and she can make it. It'll be Yosen's win. But her knees protest angrily and they feel fragile like they're about to crack. Then Kuro-chin in there and slams the ball right out of her hands. The buzzer sounds and the game is over. She stares at the score board, Yosen has lost. She leaves the court in a huff and goes to her bag, her hair falling in waves over her face as she releases it, her towel draped over her head.

Her eyes burn and sting and she's angry because now she's crying and she hates losing so much- "We'll beat them next time Atsushi." Himuro is giving her a comforting, gentle look, a small smile on his pretty face and she looks back down to her bag, biting her lips lightly to control her sobs. "I already told you, I'm quitting." She mumbles, "It doesn't look that way to me." He replies and at that moment a sob sounds out and she clenches her hands.

"We'll win next time." He repeats, she sniffs. She glances over at him.

Murasakibara believes him.


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