Title: Everyday Incidents

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Continues from ch. 12:

It had been so subtle at first that Murasakibara almost didn't notice.

Almost.

It was hard to miss going to her closet only to see several sets of boys cloths mixed in with her own. She only blinked at the sight before making her way to the dorm's small bathroom and peeked into the shower/bathtub.

Sure enough, next to her hair products was a small bottle of men's shampoo and conditioner. Himuro's fluffy silver towel hung on the towel rack next to hers.

Himuro's laptop sat on top of her desk, the desk had two chairs now instead of one, and the top bunk was decorated with Himuro's sheets and pillows. Murasakibara didn't bother to open the mini-fridge.

When did this happen?

Somehow, the returnee had wormed his way into a permanent residence into her dorm. What had Muro-chin said happened to his roommate? Dropped out of school…? Or did he just never go back to his own dorm?

She couldn't remember. Not that it mattered. The problem was that Himuro, a boy, was living in her dorm room. And Murasakibara should be fighting tooth and nail to kick him out before people realized a boy was living with her. But she couldn't find it in herself to actually care enough to bring it up.

"Atsushi I'm back! The cafeteria had a special on raspberry white chocolate cake so I brought a few slices. Oh and I picked up our jerseys from the laundry room." Himuro greeted pleasantly, closing the door the dorm and placed the treats on the desk.

"Yay cake, thank you Muro-chin~"

Right, this was why she didn't complain.

Because Muro-chin did a lot of stuff for her that she barely needed to leave the room, he helped her with homework even though he was busy with his own. And he always went sweet shopping with her. Muro-chin was always especially nice to her when she was dealing with her monthly rebelling body; he made sure she was comfortable and even listened to her problems when she became slightly emotional.

It defiantly wasn't because she liked having his warm presence next to her at night while they pored over food magazines and schoolwork. Not because she felt a little less lonely, or because no one knew more about the 'smooth, handsome' Himuro Tatsuya than she did. Not because she liked how he would gently nudge her awake every morning and have breakfast ready, or liked how the bathroom smelt of a subtle spicy scent after he showered and always left nice smelling bath salts for her to try.

Nope, none of those reasons at all.

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"I can't believe you got into a fight, again." Haizaki hissed as Nijimura pressed the disinfectant into her elbow lightly.

"Who was it this time? It wasn't Kise right?" He questioned leveling her with a stern glare.

Haizaki rolled her eyes, "Just some high school punks and no it wasn't Ryouta! That was just one time and it was on a weekend!"

"And it better stay 'that one time' only."

Haizaki shuddered lightly, "Yeah yeah."

"…I know you don't play basketball anymore, but have you ever thought of joining some other team? You've got way too much time on your hands now." Nijimura commented lightly, bandaging the scrap on the silverette's elbow.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, "I'm not gonna waste my time doing some shitty sport I don't care about. And so what if I got a lot of free time anyway? I can go to the arcade more now." Besides it's not like she cared about basketball anymore anyway, even if a small part of her did miss the ache that came from a day of rigorous practice.

The third year didn't say anything more and instead focused on cleaning the bloody cut on the second year's cheek.

She glanced around the raven haired teen's living room and noted the various cardboard boxes. "You're really leaving then." Is all Haizaki can say, a small part of her had hoped that the text sent to her by Kuroko had been some kind of joke.

But it wasn't.

Nijimura paused slightly, "Yeah, we're leaving right after graduation."

"The goody two shoes are gonna miss you." She replied, the 'I'll miss you too' left out. As if she'd ever admit such an embarrassing thing. Besides, Nijimura was annoying, at least he wouldn't pull her hair anymore.

"There all done. If you're gonna keep fighting punks at least do it without getting hurt." Nijimura scolded, "It's kinda scary to find a brat bleeding in front of my doorstep."

Haizaki snorted, "Idiot. As if I can help a few scraps. And I wasn't on your doorstep! I was a block away; you're the one who dragged me here."

"Of course I brought you here, who would leave a bleeding kid on the street?"

"You'd be surprised."

Haizaki's stormy gray darkened thunderously, and Nijimura didn't want to think about the implication of that statement. He sighed roughly and pulled a scrap of paper out of his pocket and quickly found a pen. He scribbled something for a minute, "Here," Haizaki took the paper and saw that it was an address and a phone number at the bottom.

"What's this?"

"The phone number is gonna be for my new phone when I get to America. Call or text whenever you want, I don't care. The address is the Karate Dojo where I studied at."

Haizaki's eyes narrowed suspiciously, "And what do I need this for?"

"If you're going to keep fighting in the streets then at least learn to fight without ending up bleeding in some random street."

The silverette blinked in surprise looking directly into Nijimura's dark eyes.

"…I'll think about checking it out."

Nijimura smiled slightly, "That's all I ask."

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Kuroko was leaning against the railing back towards him; her shoulders were bunched and didn't seem to register the chill of the crisp winter air. Kuroko looked so small, tired even.

Kagami didn't blame her.

She'd given them the tale that started it all, the feelings she'd had and locked deep inside her only to finally pour them out the night before it could all end. They could have walked into the stadium not knowing what they would face, the meaning of why Kuroko would go so far for people who'd essentially abandoned her.

But Seirin knows now and Kagami feels like his reasons for beating Akashi has doubled, but unlike before he doesn't have any more doubt that they'll lose. If nothing else, everyone's resolve has hardened now that they know exactly what they're up against tomorrow.

But it was clear that drudging things up from the past after being locked away for more than year was taking its toll on her. She didn't even notice when he came to stand beside her.

"Hey," A small part of him taking satisfaction in being the one to startle her for once when she jumped the sound of his voice.

She huffed slightly, no doubt sensing his amusement. "Sorry, all that matters is what happens tomorrow." But she leaned onto him a bit, shivering. He ruffled her hair gently, marveling at the softness. "What matters is that we show Akashi our basketball. Don't worry about anything else."

Her lips quirked into a small smile, eyes alit with a burning passion that was so rare in her that his heart jumped excitedly. Kuroko had come so far compared to the closed off girl she'd been when they met and Kagami wondered what kind of emotion would play on her face when they won.

He wondered how big her smile would be then. How a truly happy Kuroko would like without the shackles of past broken friendships weighing her down. Would she laugh? What would her laugh sound like? Would her face threaten to split with the force of a large smile?

She'd look beautiful. His mind supplied and he almost chokes on his spit at the mushy thought.

"Your thoughts are loud." She paused, "What are you thinking about?"

Kagami was glad that it was too dark to see the red on his face.

"N-nothing. Just that tomorrows gonna be tough huh?"

A thin eyebrow rises slightly and he knows that Kuroko didn't buy his excuse one bit but thankfully she didn't push. Good. How was he going to explain lovey dovey thoughts like that to Kuroko of all people?

Kuroko hummed, "We can do it."

Kagami grinned wildly and held out his closed fist, a small one bumped his automatically, like two magnets.

"No doubt about it."

Any one else upset over Murasakibara's injury in Extra Game?

Until later~