A/N: Oh, lookie. Double-digit chapter. I almost can't believe it myself, haha.
Daiki had the perfect plan.
Although, it wasn't much of a plan. It was more of a convenient turn of events.
His parents were out of town, so there was no one to kick him out of bed in the morning. And, when considering his hatred for morning classes and particularly Mondays, he had the perfect plan to stay in bed and sleep as long as he wanted before he ever deigned school with his presence.
And he'd only do that if he felt really generous.
It was supposed to be the perfect plan.
It most certainly didn't involve a certain pink-haired monster barging into his room at the wee hours of the morning, calling his name in a volume so high for this kind of hour that it was almost obscene.
"Daaaaa-iiiiii-chaaaan!" she dragged out every syllable in a sing-song tone. "It's morning! Wake up, already!"
He swore to God, he'd never paid it much attention but her voice sounded shriller than the most annoying things he had ever heard in his life at that very moment.
In response to her call, he simply turned to give her his back, throwing a pillow over his head to block out her obnoxious voice as best as he could.
Satsuki huffed, putting her hands on her hips as she surveyed Daiki critically, burrowed deep into his covers.
"Oh, come on, Dai-chan, stop acting like such a kid and start getting ready for school," she told him as she tried to pry the pillow away from his head.
Thankfully, while he was still sleepy and irritated, he couldn't seem to coordinate his limbs or muscles very well because she ended up prying the item out of his hold after a brief scuffle.
Once she did, she gave him a victorious smirk that threatened to erupt into a full-blown grin at the sour look she saw him throwing her from the bed underneath.
"Go away, Satsuki," Daiki grouched in a deeply displeased tone. He opted for throwing the covers higher over his body in the absence of his pillow, doing his best to will her away.
Satsuki stifled a giggle against her dainty hand, holding his pillow with her other.
"Oh, I ain't going anywhere until you get up and start getting ready for school. Auntie's orders," she added as an afterthought, but it definitely had the effect that she intended.
She was Daiki stiffen under the covers, and she could imagine he was already glaring moodily through bleary eyes at the wall next to his bed.
"Yep, Auntie was perfectly sure that you'd try to ditch school while she and Uncle are out of town for their business trip. So she called to ask me to come over in the mornings and make sure you were up and dressed on time for school, instead of loafing around the whole day," she explained it so smoothly as though she were telling him she was taking him to the park, then for takeout and that he'd enjoy every step of the way.
Daiki glared ill-temperedly at the wall in front of him, begging the gods for some patience.
He was not a morning person, and this was definitely one of his worst mornings ever already.
It took every ounce of self-control he had not to swat away at her hands when she started trying to pull his covers from his body.
"Come on, Dai-chan, stop resisting. We don't have all day," she told him in that lecturing tone he so despised. "You're already wide awake, so you might as well go wash up and get dressed."
Well, she certainly got that right. He was so irked that he doubted he'd be able to fall asleep even if he tried to.
He shrugged her hands off of his comforter before sitting up in bed. He threw her the most venomous glare he could manage as he sat upright in his bed.
"I hate you so much right now," he told her in a tone so cold it could chill someone to the bones.
Satsuki, though, only laughed good-naturedly, ushering him out of the comfort of his bed.
"Yes, yes, I know, you hate waking up early and you hate me for making you do it. I'm sorry for ruining your plans of playing hooky for a week. Now will you please be so kind of wash up and get ready for school?"
He glared at her some more but proceeded to head towards the bathroom down the hall to brush his teeth and wash his face. He was sure there was some way he would be able to get back at her for this—he just didn't know it yet.
Not even ten minutes later, he ventured slowly back into his room—still feeling really crabby but more awake than he was before leaving the premise—to find that Satsuki had pulled the curtains and opened his window while he was gone.
She'd even made his bed and was using the iron on his crumpled uniform.
He gave her a weird look.
"What the hell are you doing?" he demanded imperiously, making her look up from the shirt she was ironing.
"Well, the way you left your uniform after coming back Friday left it completely wrinkled. And your mom instructed me to take good care of you while she was gone, so I thought I could iron these till you're done in the bathroom," she told him with a smile on her face while finishing ironing his Touou jacket. "There, all done!" she exulted as she put the iron away. "Now get dressed!"
Frankly, this was starting to get a bit disturbing. It's not like this was the first time Satsuki dropped by to drag him to school in the morning. Usually, she came at a later hour, though—after his mom had woken him up and had him dressed and almost out the door.
This, though—this was weird and kind of creepy.
The merry tune she was humming to herself under her breath probably had something to do with the creepy feeling she instilled in him.
Still, he decided he might as well do as instructed. She did go out her way to iron his clothes, after all.
Once he was done dressing and putting his books in his bag, Daiki stepped down to the ground floor. He couldn't see Satsuki anywhere in the living room and found that odd. There was no way she'd go this far without making sure he was out the door and into school grounds before she left him be.
Before he had any time to consider other possibilities, the scent of something burning caught Daiki's attention.
"Huh? Now this is strange," a sheepish voice called from the kitchen.
He took the distance to the stove in record time.
There he found Satsuki hunched over the frying pan placed on the hotplate, with something charred in it. He turned the hot plate off and put the pan away before anything could burst into flames.
"What the hell were you doing?" he demanded, still in slight panic, as he tried to do some damage control in the kitchen. He opened the windows wide to aerate the room from the stench of the burnt dish.
"I thought that making breakfast before we go might be a good idea, since your mom always tells me that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I thought I followed the instructions perfectly, but then why did it turn such a funny colour?"
Daiki shook his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose as he listened to her explanation. In doing so, however, he ended up looking at the reading on his wrist watch, which told him there was still plenty of time before they had to leave for school.
As he surveyed her critically—for the umpteenth time today—it finally occurred to him that she was perfectly dressed and prepared for school. That, in itself, was much of a wonder, considering that's where she planned on dragging him to. The fact that came as a surprise to him was the realization that she must've been up extra early in order to get ready herself, dress and come over before she woke him up early enough to even plan for breakfast.
The glare in his eyes softened as he look at her troubled profile. She was touching an index finger to her cheek thoughtfully, brows knitted together in nonplus.
"How many times must I tell you stay out of the damn kitchen…? You know that this always happens," he grouched, a sigh tearing from his chest.
"I really thought I had it this time…" she murmured, dismayed over her complete incompetence when it came to using the kitchen.
Daiki heaved another deep sigh and reached out to get the other frying pan from one of the higher shelves in the kitchen.
"Just go sit down. I'll make breakfast," he told her in a tone that left no room for arguments.
Ten more minutes later, Satsuki was looking at a table with two bowls of steaming white rice, some vegetables and two plates of scrambled eggs placed in front of each of them. Her eyes widened in admiration as Daiki put a fork in front of her.
"Whoa, this looks really good!" she enthused, grabbing the fork and practically shovelling some eggs into her mouth. She made a sound of complete delight, while Daiki sat down and dug into his own meal. "Wow, Dai-chan, this is so delicious!"
He gave her an unconvinced grimace while he chewed on his food.
"It's just eggs and rice. It's no big deal." It was true, too. The fact she was such a disaster in the kitchen that she couldn't even pull of a dish so simple didn't make him chef material for being able to do it properly.
"No, no, this is awesome!" she insisted, grabbing forkfuls of her meal and jovially and thoroughly chewing them in her mouth. "Dai-chan, you'll make a great wife for someone!"
She'd just been kidding, but she didn't miss the scathing glare he threw her after she said that.
"Sadly, I don't think I can say the same for you," he informed her waspishly just as he was finishing his meal.
She smiled brightly, completely unfazed by his hostility and the jerkiness of his movements while he took her empty plates from in front of her.
"That's all right. I won't be able to cook, but I'll excel at all the other wifely duties, so I'm sure he'll forgive me," she said in a merry tone.
The way she leaned forward after she said that, accentuating the ampleness of her bust, made him hurry to look away back to the plates he was washing in the sink.
Her smile just before he'd looked away had been so cheeky and suggestive that he couldn't help the slight flush rising in his cheeks.
"Do you even know what you're saying, stupid?" he grumbled to himself while he rinsed the kitchen utensils with more fervour than absolutely necessary.
In being so adamant at facing away from her, he completely missed the wide grin that stretched her full lips. Yes, she could say that teasing Dai-chan like this in the mornings could definitely become one of her favourite pastimes.
She was most certainly going to enjoy the morning calls she'd give him in the upcoming week.
A/N: The whole story was built around the "You'll make a great wife to someone" thing. Yes. Yes, that was the whole point. I know, I'm a sad creature; forgive me. ;A;
Not much of a point to this story. I just like the idea of having an episode on this collection of their mornings together when they're still friends. Though, Satsuki probably has other feelings for him in here. Or, at least, the stirrings of such? Oh well, never mind – hope you enjoyed it even if it's completely pointless. xD
I'll even give you a little omake as a peace offering!
OMAKE~
"Can't you at least do something about the way you come in to wake me?" Daiki grumbled irately after he figured out that there was no way he'd dissuade her out of coming to wake him every day until his parents came back.
Satsuki threw him a curious look as she walked next to him on their path to school.
"What do you mean?" she asked innocently, obviously completely oblivious to the damage she was doing earlier.
Daiki's expression turned sourer.
"I mean, you can't just barge into someone's room in the morning and start screaming at them to wake up. It's bad manners," he informed her nonchalantly. She blinked several times at his displeased profile.
"Dai-chan, hearing you, of all people, say that is seriously unconvincing," she told him and he almost tripped over his own feet.
He threw her a sideways glare once he fell back into pace.
"If you continue doing what you're doing in the mornings to me for a week, I'll end up with deep emotional trauma by Saturday," he told her before increasing the length and speed of his strides.
Satsuki hummed thoughtfully, giving the notion some consideration. She jogged up to join him once she did.
"So how does Auntie wake you in the morning?"
Daiki rolled his eyes.
"I don't want you imitating my mother. You don't need to try to substitute her either. Just… figure out a less obtrusive way to wake people up, okay?"
Satsuki gave another thoughtful hum, falling behind him when she slowed her walking.
A less obtrusive way to wake someone up, huh…
Tuesday morning found Satsuki letting herself into the Aomine household with the help of the spare key Mrs Aomine had left in her care while she and her husband were out of town.
The pink-haired manager left her shoes at the door, discarding her school bag at one of the kitchen chairs as well while she made her way towards Dai-chan's room.
She wasn't sure how much of his "emotional trauma by the end of the week" nonsense was true, but she did guess that the "Come on, Dai-chan, wake up!" yelling was definitely not a very nice way to stir him from sleep. Especially when considering how bad he was at dealing with waking up early.
So, instead of barging into his room like she had the previous day, she opened the door as quietly as she could, letting herself in practically on her tip-toes. She closed the door as carefully as she opened it, making her way slowly to his bed.
His covers were pulled up only up to his waist and she could see the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he slept soundly, obviously undisturbed by her presence in the premise.
She walked over to his bed and sat as carefully as she could on its edge. She put her arm on the other side of him, as she lowered herself over his sleeping form.
"Dai-chan. Dai-chan, wake up," she said, barely above a whisper.
And after she did, she realized that, if she woke him up like this, she might end up giving him a fright.
At least, that was the rationalization she gave to the fact she ended up lowering her head further, until her lips connected with his cheek. She definitely didn't do it because he looked so adorable when he was completely defenceless and endearing while he was asleep.
"Daiki, wake up," she said with a bit more strength in her tone. He made a sound in his sleep and turned a little, starting to stir. "It's morning. Come on, we have to go to school."
He murmured something, his eyes starting to blink open and, honestly, she couldn't help herself this time. She lowered her head to press another soft kiss to his cheek.
When she straightened again, his head was turned to her and he was blinking up at her with bleary, half-lidded eyes. She managed to contain the giggle from escaping her but not the grin that stretched her lips.
"Wake up," she told him again with a kind smile, brushing her fingers against the side of his face and temple. "We're gonna be late if you don't get a move on soon."
She savoured the way realization seemed to dawn on him that the feeling against his cheek earlier had been of her kissing him awake.
She also relished the triumphant feeling she felt when she saw the blush creep up his neck and cheeks while she kept standing over him, effectively trapping him between herself and the mattress. (Frankly, she'd never known he could blush with that tan complexion of his, so she took his reaction as bonus points for herself.)
She didn't need to ask him to know whether he still believed he'd get emotional trauma by the end of the week.
The look on his face told her in more words than he would ever use that he believed this was a vast improvement of her morning call skills.
100 Situations, Table One; 078: Kitchen.
18th March, 2013.