Another day, another chapter.

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Once more I want to welcome the new readers, thank you for all the follows, favorites and the lovely reviews. It's always so sweet to hear what you think and this chapter is actually based on the idea of Salvage Kill. It sounded so adorable so I couldn't help myself; I just had to write it. I hope you all like it!

DAY EIGHTY FIVE

Monday was one of the most horrible things which existed on earth.

The weekend was always too short. No matter what you did, the free time just ran through your fingers like sand, disappearing until the school returned. Waking up early, sitting on a chair for a felt-like eternity and returning home only to do homework for the next day...Mia couldn't help but groan as she leaned onto her table for support, her eyelids were sinking on their own accord.

She shouldn't have read her novel so late at night. But she couldn't stop. It was terrible how her fingers flipped to the next page on their own accord. And this morning she regretted it already, because her eyes refused to stay open. Even though the girl tried her best, she couldn't listen to her teacher's voice. And the day had barely started yet.

Stubbornly Mia tried to support her chin with her hands, keeping her head up in hope it would help her fight off the sleep which tried to win this battle. She sucked at fights though, her mind hushed, her head always nodded off to the side. Only with a startled jump she was able to keep from falling.

Scowling at her stupidity, she glimpsed at the teacher in the front. She couldn't even see the face of the older man because it had disappeared behind the book he held. He recited a few passages, adding his own handful of teaks and explanations to its content while her classmates tried to filter the most important details out of it.

Maybe she could actually close her eyes for only a few minutes...

Just one.

Aomine did that on daily basis so why couldn't she do it, too? The orange-head rubbed her eyes as she carefully slumped down on her desk. Her folded arms the perfect pillow in this very moment. Mia buried her face relieved in the soft fabric of the cardigan she wore, breathing in the warm air around her as her eyes closed on their own accord.

Five minutes.

That was all she asked for.

Just five...

Aomine's face was torn between boredom and annoyance as he watched a group of students running around outside.

Their class faced the inner court of the academy. The huge ground was obviously used for the physical education, boys and girls running one lap after another while the teacher gestured something with his hands. The basketball player rolled with his eyes from one side to another but everything was just too boring in his opinion.

He could be sleeping right now instead. Or read the new magazine he bought but, of course, he had forgotten it in his locker in the club room. He'd wait until break before he could go and fetch it which felt suddenly so far away thanks to the monotone voice of their homeroom teacher.

The blue haired teen sighed and glanced at his open notebook. The pen in his hand was spinning around his index finger, thanks to his already skilled grip and nudging, since he had already given up on taking notes. All what he had managed was the date of something...a war maybe? He couldn't remember, because quickly afterwards he had taken interest in what he could do with the pen instead.

The tall teenager leaned back into his chair with a gruff sigh, his gaze traveling from Sakurai's back in front of him to the girl at his side on their own accord. But his blue eyes widened as he discovered her sleeping for the first time.

If there was something he had never seen her doing in class before then it was sleeping. That was his thing, not hers.

Aomine tilted his head slightly towards the side, his gaze wandering from her closed eyes to her nose. Her lips had disappeared behind the dark fabric of her cardigan, just like half of her face which she had buried in the made-shift pillow. But because she was facing him while lying down, he was able to see how she shifted slightly, her forehead set in soft wrinkles before she calmed down again.

"Psh..."

It was a lazy grin which settled on his lips as he leaned forward again. Aomine cupped his chin with a hand, supporting his head while he chose to continue his watching. He had never seen that girl falling asleep before, in contrast to him she always tried to take notes in class.

She always did the homework as well. Something which had pushed his own grades up too since he started copying her, that girl had become his insurance.

"Oi..."

The blue haired teen whispered before he reached for Mia with his right hand. However, before he reached her cheek, which he had wanted to poke just to see her startled reaction, he came to a halt. Aomine's hand froze in place as he only stared at her sleeping form, his mind for a second blank and free from any mischief he could have pulled.

The basketball player withdrew his hand carefully.

He rarely saw her face so calm. She always frowned or laughed or blushed. The latter was caused most of the time because of him and the blue haired teen liked that. It was amusing to see how she'd always try to hide it in vain or how her face would twist a bit more into a grimace because she was annoyed by it herself.

Aomine settled for watching her instead, this was a lot more interesting than the window anyway. And he sure as hell wouldn't start taking notes now. Sakurai did that anyway, he could just bug him later on and he'd receive them. Not that he cared for those in the first place. Satsuki's written notes always were enough to pull him through the exams.

Maybe Mia played too many video games yesterday?

It was probably pretty stupid but he couldn't help but wonder. Satsuki never really wanted to play games with him so he was pretty surprised in the beginning that the orange-head had offered him the opportunity. She had even won against him...not that he'd ever admit it to someone else, that is.

"What else do you do..."

It was only a breathless sentence which he muttered to himself. Not loud enough for anyone to hear and after he had said it out loud he furrowed his brow in annoyance at himself. The lesson felt like it was never going to end, the voice of their homeroom teacher only made it go slower and slower it seemed.

And Aomine still didn't find the strength to look anywhere but Mia who still slept quietly on her table since no one stopped her from doing so.

"...Mia."

As if she had really heard him the girl suddenly jumped. Her reaction was hectic, her head immediately rose into the air as her dark orbs blinked at the blackboard in front of them in surprise. She had probably only realized in her dream that she had been sleeping, her mind quickly hurrying her to wake up but the fast movement had startled Aomine as well.

The blue haired teen threw his head to his left, quickly staring out of the window to cover up the fact that he had been staring at her while she had been sleeping.

She hadn't heard him, he reminded himself. She hadn't.

But the coincidence had been too perfect that for a second he really thought it had been him who woke her up. Ever so carefully, he glimpsed at the orange-head who rubbed her eyes to get rid of the sleep, mumbling something to herself.

Aomine couldn't help but laugh quietly into the palm of his hand, something which Mia heard and her attention shifted towards him.

Ah.

She blushed.

Embarrassed that she had been caught sleeping in class, she turned red. For her it was even worse, because it had been him who had actually stayed awake during class and not her. She scowled at him half-hearted, her eyes challenging him to say anything mean. But all he did was grin to himself, amusement written across his face.

"Sleepy?"

Mia pursed her lips, her hands brushing her hair to make sure it wasn't looking awkward after she had slept.

"...a bit."

Her honest confession only made it better and his grin grew in size while the girl finally averted her gaze to escape his attentive one.

Thank god, she hadn't heard him.