Updated twice a day. I warned you, haha. Yeah, well, time schedule and stuff. Big thanks to...

CopraMeow - Oh, I don't know...it's not like we're throwing fluff and adorableness against his head, right? We wouldn't dare, muhaha.
BDDB - Glad Momoi appeared to be in character, she's so flexible if you think about how she acts in games...but I pictured her to be happy if Aomine is able to make a real friend xD
SamTsui - Glad that the friendship between the OCs is appreciated, haha. And yes, yes adorableness all the way.

In the next chapter there will be more Aomine of course and actually a lot more interaction, now where the two have established a tiny routine. And after the next chapter we reach the hints to the plot of the manga/anime. InterHigh.

Thanks for the follows and favorites. I hope you'll have fun reading the new chapter. It's pretty short.

DAY EIGHT

"Ah, Nidori."

Aomine lifted his head slightly which he had previously buried in his cradled arms. He looked surprisingly even more tired than he had the last few days. Though she couldn't imagine him doing anything exhausting, the way he carried himself always looked so lazy and slow. Carefully she took a seat on her chair, her schoolbag sliding to the ground in process.

"Morning." She greeted back.

Surprisingly normal.

That exchange sounded as if they had known each other since the beginning of the first semester.

Of course, the girl still had no idea what exactly was going on in his head. But after the weekend her mood felt fresh and peaceful. The incidents moved towards the back of her head. And the heavy vibe he gave off didn't scare her as much anymore as it used to. The only thing which still bothered her was the weird call she had received on Saturday. The orange haired girl was uncertain if she should ask the very person the conversation was about who exactly Momoi Satsuki was.

And how she got her number.

Seriously.

How.

"I'm bored."

Her thoughts vanished in an instant as his voice filled her head instead. Mia quickly glanced at him, only to see that he had put his head once more onto his folded arms while he was still facing her. The unusual deep navy eyes of his bored another hole into her forehead, she believed. Every look of him was always so fierce.

"Well...you could actually take notes in class for a change."

Aomine snorted. His expression changing with a small grin which started to tug at his lips - it must have been a miracle which had occurred. How else was it possible that his attitude had changed so much in such a short time? Or had it always been that way? It couldn't be. Right?

"Stupid. You shouldn't ask for the impossible."

Mia couldn't help but laugh quietly at his reply. Her hands slowly started to fetch her notebooks and pencils from her schoolbag because she, on the other hand, was a good student and tried to learn as much as she could. Well. Often at least. Sometimes. Mostly right before the exams...only before the exams.

"You're right." The orange-head said quietly. "It is impossible."

That comment earned her a puzzled glare. The basketball player lifted his head, staring at her as if he couldn't believe himself that she had actually dared to counter his comment. His eyes narrowed while the grin widened, it was obvious that her classmate was about to say something witty himself. But suddenly a light laugh interrupted their moment and both of their heads turned towards Sakurai.

The brown haired boy quickly cupped his mouth, horrified at what he had done. His head twisted around towards them, the round eyes filled with fear as he blinked at the titan behind him.

"I'm sorry." It blurted out of him. "I-I didn't mean to listen! Or to laugh! I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Mia smiled to herself as Aomine started to say something to their classmate. She didn't listen anymore; her mind was occupied by the check-up she did to make sure her homework was complete. Nanami had stayed after dinner on Saturday, only to make sure the orange-head understood the latest issue in Mathematics. It had been a hard hour for both of them, one being impatient while the other just didn't want to understand.

It felt as if her brain rejected any number or formula she read. She'd never master the complicated combinations of letters and numbers, her only hope was to pass this semester and move on to the next. Thank god, her friend was an angel who got easily bribed with the delicious food her mother cooked.

"Is this the homework?" Aomine asked as he leaned over to her table.

Mia jumped in surprise, shifting away from the tall teenager who had invaded her personal space while her hands tried to hide the content of the notebook.

"No?"

"Let me copy." He urged. One hand already reached for her notebook which definitely didn't hit her good nerve. Quickly the girl lifted the book towards her right, keeping it successfully out of the basketball player's reach which made him frown at her in annoyance.

"I won't let you just copy my stuff." She argued, keeping the blush at bay. It barely reached her face yet luckily. That was a first. She said no immediately without hesitation, too. Although his close proximity made her suddenly nervous again; she liked it better when he stuck to his own desk. But at least her face didn't turn into a tomato. She was thankful for that.

"Come on, the teacher is going to have my head."

Determined Mia shook her head. "You're lazy, your fault."

"Tch." Aomine clicked his tongue, his expression darkening as she refused to obey his wishes. "Fine. I'll buy you spicy bread in break. Just give me your notes."

That made her halt, her expression was softening as she considered his offer. She surely wouldn't mind another snack next to her own sandwich. And it would save her some allowance if he bought it instead of her. Mia pursed her lips in thought, staring at the tall blue haired guy who slowly realized that he had her hooked.

"...f...fine." She breathed in the end, handing him her notebook willingly which he accepted with ease.

"Sweet." Quickly he opened his own one and started to scribble down the many numbers and symbols which graced the page. "Oh, you're handwriting is surprisingly neat..." He mumbled quietly, although it was loud enough for Mia to hear.

"Of course it is...unlike yours."

Aomine snorted at that comment as he continued to write. Apparently, he couldn't be insulted if someone criticized his handwriting, the girl mused. She pushed her elbows onto the table and cupped her chin with her hands, deciding to watch the tall teenager at her side while he copied her homework impatiently.

Surprisingly, he appeared to be human when he was writing something. And not long ago she had labeled him as a monster in her head. Actually this whole moment was pretty hilarious. If someone told her that something like this would happen two weeks ago. She would've probably laughed until she was crying. Or she would've just stared weirdly at the person who said that because, let's be honest. It felt like they were living in a parallel dimension of some sort at the moment.

He was still rude, her mind decided. He really was.

"Whatever..." Mia mumbled to herself, crossing her feet beneath the table.

At least he bought her food.