Tetsuya looks around the main room. It was nice. Basic. It had everything you would need plus a few extra.
One L-shaped couch, a glass coffee table in front of it. Another small couch lay at the shorter end of the big couch, facing the long side. There was a TV hung on the wall with a shelf underneath for the remotes and channel box. On the wall behind the couch was a bookcase, a plant next to it. There was a sliding windowed door leading to a balcony.
Daiki and Ryouta were wrestling on the couch over the remote control. Shintarou, studious as he is, was at the bookshelf, scanning over the books for an unfamiliar title. Tetsuya, Seijuurou and Atsushi continued onto the next room.
The main room connected to a small kitchen. It provided, again, the basics. A stove connecting to a series of cabinet-counters and drawers. On top of the counters lay a microwave, a toaster and a kettle. Next to the stove was an oven. There was a fridge on the opposite side of the room, cabinets beside it.
Curious, Tetsuya checked the cabinets on by one. They each seemed to be holding specific equipment. One held pots. One held strainers. One held mixing bowls, and so on and so forth. The cabinet to the left of the fridge held plates, bowls, mugs and cups. The one on the right had all sorts of ingredients and seasonings.
He turned around to see Atsushi raiding a higher cabinet full of sweets and chocolates and the like. Seijuurou smiled, nostalgia filling him. It had been a while since the six miracles shared a room at a training camp.
Turning his head away, Tetsuya opened the fridge to find more ingredients and an array of fruit. Debating with himself for just a few seconds, Tetsuya reached in and grabbed an apple. Satisfied, he closed the fridge and turned to the sink to wash his apple. After doing so, he took a bite and checked the drawers near the stove. The first had dining utensils. The second had knives and chopping boards. The third had cooking utensils.
Seeing nothing else to check out, he and Seijuurou went to the next few rooms. There were three. Each of them were bedrooms and held two people. They all had more or less the same layout. Two bed next to each other though split up by a bedside table with a lamp on it. The bedside table only contained a pack of batteries for the lamp. Next to the bed closest to the door was a cabinet with hangers in them as well as an ironing board. The room connected to a bathroom.
Tetsuya cracked the door open and examined the bathroom. There was nothing special about it - a toilet, spare toilet roll, a hanging rack with towels, and a shower with a shower curtain. It looked more or less how his bathroom looked back home.
With nothing else to check, the two left the room and went back to the main one.
It seems the situation has escalated. In a way.
Daiki was now blushing profusely as Ryouta straddled him to take the remote which the latter held away. Shintarou was glaring at his open book, trying to ignore the wrestling match but ultimately failing. Meanwhile, Atsushi was watching nonchalantly with a strawberry lace in his mouth.
Sighing, Seijuurou walked up to the chaotic pair.
"Gimme, Aominecci!" Ryouta pouted.
Fighting a losing battle against his raging blush, Daiki glared. "I said get off me, idiot!"
Seijuurou feigned a cough. Freezing, the two miracles looked to their ex-captain. He smiled sweetly, "Please, Aomine, Kise, stop this farce." Shivering, Ryouta practically leapt off of Daiki as the other sat up straight. Relaxing, Seijuurou's smile toned down. It looked rather elegant, Tetsuya thought. "Now then, let us discuss who will be sleeping with whom." He sat on the smaller side of the couch, crossing his legs and arms. "Tetsuya and I have already checked each room. They are more or less the same. The only difference is perhaps the placement of the furniture. So I expect no complaints."
Shintarou sighed, "Very well. I do not kind who I room with, as long as it is not the loud ones."
"Then, " Tetsuya started, "why don't we just room them together?"
Daiki and Ryouta looked like Tetsuya's half-eaten apple. Red but quickly paling at Seijuurou's glare; he knew they were about to argue against it. He smiled at Tetsuya, "Brilliant idea, Kuroko."
Atsushi gulped down the last bit of his sweets, " I don't mind rooming with Midorichin." Shintarou seemed to accept as he nodded his head and returned to reading his book.
Seijuurou looked at Tetsuya, unfolding his arms, "That leaves us to share a room, Tetsuya." Tetsuya nodded in agreement and acceptance as pulled up the handle to his suitcase. Following his lead, Seijuurou extended his suitcases' handle. He and Tetsuya went to leave. Just as he was about to exit the main room, he turned his head. "If any of you make any noise in the night, there will be consequences."
Daiki, Ryouta and Shintarou all nodded robotically, fear crawling under their skin. Even after getting curb stomped by Seirin, their old captain is still scary as ever.
Tetsuya took up the bed nearest to the door whilst Seijuurou took up the bed nearest to the window. It hadn't taken them long to unpack. They split the wardrobe. As prepared as ever, Seijuurou had brought his own hangers so Tetsuya could use the provided ones. They'd also compromised the small bedside table. Seijuurou would use the top and Tetsuya would use the bottom.
After unpacking, Tetsuya brought out his laptop and settled into his bed. Seijuurou brought out a book from his luggage and begun reading. As he waited for his laptop to load up his account, he reminisced on the events leading up to the generations of miracles sharing an apartment. For training camp.
"Ku-Kuroko..." Tetsuya blinked as Aida and Hyuuga patted his shoulder to gain his shoulder. They both looked dishevelled and pale as if they'd seen a horror movie. An actually scary one. Looking up from a card, Aida's eye twitched. "How rich is Akashi-kun?"
He hummed. "Well, all of the generations of miracles are rich - myself included. But Akashi-kun is the richest. His family owns a corporation and were usually the people funding our training camps in our middle school."
Hyuuga cringed, "J-Just for reference... where did you go for training camps...?"
"Well, we once went to Hawaii." Tetsuya shrugged, oblivious to how Aida and Hyuuga choked on nothing. "I believe we also went to Los Angeles once..."
"O-Okay!" Aida waved her hands in front of Tetsuya. "That's enough!"
Tilting his head, Tetsuya nodded. "Sorry. Why did you need to know, senpai?"
"Oh, well..." Aida's panic disappeared, a grin replacing it. "Hey! Huddle up!" Within a few seconds, the club was surrounding Aida, confusion evident on their faces.
Raising an eyebrow, Taiga rested an arm on Tetsuya's head. "What's this about?" He questioned, breath elated slightly from his warm-up.
Shrugging, Tetsuya knocked Taiga's arm off of his head. "I don't know. But senpai did ask about how rich Akashi-kun and the generation of miracles are." Ignoring the shocked look on Taiga's face, Tetsuya stared at Aida, waiting for her to speak.
Hyuuga stood next to Aida, an apprehensive smile on his face. Aida looked giddy, like an excited child. "Get ready boys, we worked out a deal with the managers of the generations of miracles!" In an instant, excited mutters were passed around the room, varied expressions on peoples' faces. Tetsuya's eyes had widened marginally himself and his lips threatened to tug into a smile. "Akashi Seijirou and his family have graciously offered to fund a training camp, featuring all the teams of the generation of miracles!"
Cheers erupted, excitement in the air. Izuki lighted up. Next to him, Kogenai and Mitobe shared high five after high five. Taiga grinned, eyes begging for a fight. It had been far too long since he's fought against a miracle - this camp would be the perfect opportunity.
Tetsuya felt his heart tug. He missed them. He really did. And now that they're no longer mad with power, he could finally hang out with them as normal people would.
Hyuuga coughed, "We leave in a week. It's stationed in a very prestigious area." He glared intensely. "Don't break anything. If you do, I will break you." Gulping, they nodded, unable to say no. Well, they wouldn't anyhow.
Tetsuya looked over to the redhead as he read, engrossed in his book. He wondered to himself, why did Seijuurou agree to fund or even host the camp? He was grateful, don't get him wrong. But it seemed odd for Seijuurou to go out of his way to invite the generation of miracles. Usually, he'd think of it as a waste of time, or think of it as stupid; you're practically inviting your enemy to study your team dynamic.
So, he had to ask himself, why did he do it?