Well now that the cat was out of the bag that I was going on a date soon, I had no choice but to accept that my father wanted to meet Aomine. I was currently out with Riko at the moment doing some shopping, and Momoi running up to the two of us was very unexpected. It's like she had tabs on me or was stalking me all day.
"Haru -chan! Dai- chan wants you to call him!" She halted before us, swiftly taking my hands in hers.
"What? Why didn't he just text me or call me himself?" It seemed like the normal thing to do if he wanted to talk to me.
"Because he wants me to make sure you don't ignore him or anything." Her smile was so calm it was eerie, reminiscent of something from a horror movie. Shaking off her lack of personal space, I fished my phone from my pocket to call him.
"I see you got my message. You're going shopping for the summer festival with Satsuki." As soon as he picked up his phone, these were the words that flooded through to my end.
"That's a week from now, why do I have to buy a yukata at this very moment? Besides, I never said I was going." He must've been crazy if he thought I was going to the festival without proper invitation.
"You are now." He hung up after that, making the decision final and set in stone.
"Tch. Teme. . ." Clenching my phone in my hand, I could only mutter under my breath. "Looks like I'm going to have to up his regime." I ran my hands through my hair, turning to lay my eyes on the pink haired woman. "He wants me to go with you to shop for the summer festival." I saw the sparkle in her pink eyes when they lit up, a delicate hand gripping mine to drag me away. Barely having time to shoot Riko an apologetic smile, I caught a glimpse of her waving in amusement.
"This will be your first date with Dai -chan." Stumbling to set pace beside her, I could tell that she mused at the very thought.
""So he's taking me to the festival for our first date?" It was skillful thinking on his part, Satsuki and I would both agree.
"He figured that you wouldn't be too ecstatic about a fancy restaurant with required dress up and manners." She smiled.
"How'd he know?" Hands stuffed in my pockets, I glanced up at her from the corner of my eye.
"He observes nearly everything you do." Stopping momentarily at the crosswalk she gave me a small smile.
"Like?" I never thought he payed attention to me.
"He told me that when you get angry and scowl, small dimples show in your cheeks. When you get annoyed, your fingers curl in almost making a fist. He says he has to be careful to not push you into punching him. When you're happy or see something cute, your eyes turn a shade lighter. When you laugh your eyes shine like a thousand stars in the night sky." I listened carefully to what he's observed. "He says you order your food in even numbers. Your favorite fruit to eat are grapes. When you eat in front of him you chew slow. And your favorite candy is chocolate." He knows a lot that's for sure.
"I never thought he payed attention to me." I followed her across the crosswalk.
"Oh he does, he's never liked a girl this much. I heard you were already a couple." Looking at her practically speechless, I was literally at a loss of words.
"I told him after our first date." I knew he was impatient but man. It took us no time to make it to the textile shop, all the patterns and colors filling my vision when we entered.
"He says your favorite color is green so we'll pick out a green yukata for you." Dragging me into the store, I took note at how it was also filled with kimonos and yukatas.
"Are you sure it will even look good? I mean, I haven't worn one since I was five." She smiled when sitting me down, walking off to pick some out. Venturing back in, draped across her arms were a white one with silver designs and light green trimmings, a dark green one with a white design, a medium green one with light blue design and black trimmings, and a silver one with regular green trimming.
"Here you are, try them on." She practically shoved them at me to go try them on, a smile on her face the whole entire time. Ultimately I chose the first one, and took it to the register.
"Come so I can measure you for a sure fit." One of the younger women who had a tape measure hung around her neck gestured to me. Walking over to her, she began to measure my shoulders, bust, waist, and hips. "It should be ready in four days." with a nod I reached into my pocket to grab my money when Satsuki stopped me.
"Aomine gave me this to pay." Pulling out a few yen, I was thoroughly delighted. "He also says to pick out accessories." Now I was just taken back. Grabbing some accessories, I parted from the textile shop with Satsuki right next to me.
"I'll see you later Mo chan." Waving goodbye to her on my departure, I made my way back home. Hearing footsteps and shuffling upstairs, I figured my mother must've been home.
"I'm home!" Removing my shoes and ascending the steps, I was greeted by my mother's cooking.
"How was your day Koharu?" Looking up from the stove, she gave me a smile.
"It was great until Aomine made me go yukata shopping with Satsuki." Plopping down onto the barstool, she leaned against the bar on the opposite side.
"For your date?" Giving her a firm nod to affirm it, she looked up in thought. "So I will get to meet this boy." Eyes trailing back down to me I give her another nod of affirmation.
"It was just a bit tiring, and the yukata won't be ready for four days due to alterations and such." My chin made contact with the marble counter.
"I still get to do your hair right." Hopeful green eyes gazed at me.
"Yes eomma." Letting out an amused sigh at her small cheer of victory.
"You still have to practice your dancing." Closing my eyes I let out a whimper of complaint.
Day 1
Sitting with Riko, chair turned to share her desk for lunch, there wasn't any doubt that Riko would let her live down that she had a date coming up. The blond seemed to be the only one that noticed the mischievous glint in her brown eyes, dreading what her unpredictable companion would do. There was no doubt that she should be on edge today seeing as it was pure intuition that she should.
"So Koharu, I heard you had a date this Saturday." There went the kicker, gaining every student's attention in the classroom as evident at how most conversations paused.
"What?" Hearing the sound of a male's voice, the brunette knew some of her friend's admirers were in the room.
"Come on." The second one came from by the opened window, the topic of the statement not any short of cringing at the rise in murmurs. Green eyes drifting up to brown ones in agony only receiving a wink. Little did she know, she would get less admirers bothering her into the rest of the week.
"Aomine -kun, are you thinking about Haru- chan?" Pink eyes gazed at the blue haired basketball ace.
"I can't wait to see her in her yukata, finally being able to see that beautiful figure of hers." His perverse nature seeping through causing the girl to glare. "I- it's not like that, I just -" Digging himself deeper into a hole attempting to explain, her glare only darkened.
"Saitei." He sighed, his face making contact with his desk.
Day 2
"Kagami! You better not bust that ball!" The large male froze in his tracks under the pressure of the glare cast upon him.
"Koharu- chan, I heard you accepted to go on a date with Aomine -kun." Kuroko stood before her, blue eyes set down on her.
"Yes I did." Watching him close his eyes then open them, she was left in a confused wonder.
"Good luck." He deadpanned, a blank expression not too far behind.
"Thanks?" The blond wasn't too sure to be thankful or worried about the date.
Day 3
"Daiki." An older womanly voice called to him from his living area. Lanking through his hallway, he was met with his mother sitting at the table.
"Yes ma'am." Sitting down in front of her, blue eyes took a break from the page below her.
"I heard from Satsuki that you're taking a young lady on a date." Bookmarking her current page for later, she saw a grin grace her son's face.
"Yeah, she's really beautiful." The matured woman was proud of her son, glad he had found a girl he truly liked.
"Well I'd like to meet meet her." A sweet smile was soon replaced by a mischievous grin. "We can talk about when you were a baby and I can show her all of our home videos." Leaning back in his seat with a sigh, he knew he was done for.
Day 4
"Riko meet me at the gym with the guys, I'm going to go pick up my yukata for Saturday." Slipping on her shoes, a wave was tossed the coach's way before the girl departed. Making her way to the station, she took the train back to her neighborhood figuring she'd drop her ag off at home for her gym bag. Entering the apartment and slipping her shoes off, she headed up the entryway staircase to be met with packed boxes. Knowing she'd have to deal with moving soon was one of the many things clouding her mind, but her date with Daiki left her anxious. Shaking all anxious thoughts away, she changed into her new workout outfit and shoes. Heading out with her gym bag, she couldn't help but let doubts run through her head. Walking through the crowded streets of Tokyo, she barely avoided bumping into other people. Making it to the textile shop, her hand pushed the glass door open the bell signaling her entrance.
"Welcome, how may I help you today?" The brown haired clerk immediately greeted the young woman.
"Yes, I'm here to pick up a yukata for Midorikawa." Being lead to the counter, her modified garb was handed to her. "Thank you very much." Taking a bow of gratitude, she departed from the store to the waiting team. Making sure to put her yukata in her bag before going in, she took a deep breath and stepped through the automatic doors. Approaching the group, she dreaded that Riko told the group of boys because the brunette and Kuroko only knew so far.
"Ko- chan, you didn't tell us you had a date." Izuki pouted, hands on his hips.
"Who told?" Releasing a close eyed sigh, she sat her bag down.
"Aida." In unison with no shame at all, the group was quick to let her know.
Day 5
Aomine was out with Kuroko getting some pointers for his date since he knew he had observed her since day one. The two were sitting outside an ice cream shop eating their preferred flavor, the darker haired male observing the lighter haired male observe the passing people.
"So Tetsu, tell me. What is she like around you guys?" Taking a spoonful of the dairy treat into his mouth, he couldn't help but be thankful for the coolness on such a hot day.
"She's the type to advert her eyes when you stare at her, so try not to. She can also be really scary when you make her angry so try not to do that. She can also be scary when trying to get a point across so don't. She usually has a bag of food with her and she laughs frequently at Izuki- san's jokes." The paler boy could see his taller friend visibly tense from the last bit of information.
"So what? All I have to do is buy her food and make her laugh, should be easy." Eating the last bit from the small bowl.
"Or you can be yourself Aomine- kun." Kuroko knew the ace could win the girl over by just being himself but he also knew the dangers of it too.
"You're right, but I just want to be sure." Leaning back in his seat, Kuroko observed his eyes wander. What did they wander to in particular? A woman's chest.
"Hmmm." Just as the first woman left his view, there came another earning the same reaction and treatment. So wrapped up in his endeavour, he failed to notice two familiar figures approaching from behind.
"Aomine -kun. . ." Attempting to warn his friend, he saw his voice wasn't getting through to him. The only thing that did reach his senses however was the clearing of someone's throat, looking up was like seeing his eyes widen in slow motion. He saw none other than Satsuki and Koharu standing there, arms crossed, glaring down at him, a darker aura emitting from the blond than the pinkette.
"Saitei." The shadow cast over her green eyes let him experience first hand a stare that bore into his very soul.
"Tetsu. . ." His small plea for help was futile once she laid a firm grip on his large shoulder.
Day 6
"Koharu!" Her mother's smooth voice called from the office. Walking in, she instantly regretted her decision seeing the mischievous grin on her face. She immediately turned but before she could walk out her mother stopped her. "Wait! Don't leave, I just want to talk." Letting out a long exaggerated sigh, she slumped over and turned with dangling arms. Falling down on her beanbag chair, she looked at her mother.
"What is it Eomma?" The woman sat directly in front of her.
"I want to talk to this boy before he takes you on this date." Her eyes widened at the thought alone. While her father was overdramatic and goofy, she had to admit her mother was worse.
"Y- you don't have to." She knew she couldn't change the woman's mind once it was made up.
"Of course I have to, that's how I know if he's good enough for you." Patting the head of light blond locks, a sweet smile was plastered on her face ultimately ending the conversation.
Date Night
Koharu sat in her new yukata fresh out the shower letting her mother dry and fix up her hair, reminiscing at the feeling of not wearing one in such a long time. However in the background, her father paced and babbled on like an idiot.
"A delinquent is taking my sweet little hime on a date and I haven't met him?" He was next to the two in a second, her mother chuckling at his antics.
"Yes dad, Aomine is taking me on a date."A sigh escaped her lips. "Please calm down so I won't have to smack you." Turning her attention to her mother disregarding her father. Feeling defeat, he hung his head low.
"I'm going to the corner store, I'll be back in ten." Informing the two women he held dearly to his heart, he left mumbling to himself.
"Oh joy~ Now comes the makeup, this'll be fun~" My mother cooed more to herself than me, bringing up her make up box.
"I hate makeup." I crossed my arms but she hugged me anyway, cheek pressed against mine.
"You'll look so beautiful~" She chose to disregard my complaint, flipping up the hooks then the lid.
Taking a moment to make sure he looked appropriate, the tall second year ran his free fingers through his blue locks then straightened out his yukata. In one swift motion, he rang the doorbell. Sure he wasn't nervous but any passerby could mistake his excitement for it. He wasn't all that surprised when the same short woman he came to know as her mother answered, a calm smile on her face.
"Ah! Aomine- kun, you're here! Come in, have some tea while you wait." Her sweet tone of voice was in contrast to her daughter's, thoroughly surprising him. Following the shorter woman up the stairs, the sweet scent drifting from behind her cracked bedroom hit him like a K.O. "Are you okay with ginseng?" Calling from the kitchen, he hurried the rest of the way to the living area.
"Yes ma'am." Observing the giddy expression on her face at his politeness, he could tell he was doing a great job winning her over.
"Ehhhh! Who is this delinquent in my house?" The booming voice he recalled from the gym traveled up the stairs and into the living space like a knife cutting through butter.
"No." He could've sworn he heard his date curse from in her room. That's when he saw the rather large and tall male bound up into his field of vision, plastic bag in hand. Sure he wasn't as tall as Atsushi but he could feel his hands become clammy at his intense rowdiness.
"You're coming to take my baby girl away from me aren't you?!" Closing the distance quickly, a frown was obviously etched onto his features.
"Tousan!." Koharu was standing behind him, hands on her hips in the process of scolding.
"But hime. . ." He turned to her, a puppy dog pout replacing the frown and she closed her eyes.
"No 'buts', go to your room. You meet him next time you're calm enough" She pointed down the hallway on the other side and past the kitchen which he moped down towards the room at the end of it. Her mother smiled calmly through the whole ordeal. "Please sit." She gestured to the couch. She had on a mint green colored lipstick with black eyeliner and light green eyeshadow on the outside of her eyes blending into silver then white at the inside. Her kimono matched her makeup, and just as she promised her hair was down and very wavy.
"So how are you young man?~" Her mother sat some tea in front of him on the table.
"I'm quite well, how are you?" He bowed her head to her.
"I am well, what is your name?" She took a sip from her cup of tea.
"Aomine Daiki." He answered her question.
"Aomine Daiki.~" She opened her closed eyes to reveal the same fiery green. "I hear you play basketball. Ahhhh~ I always knew my little Koharu would fall for a basketball player.~ It was always in her nature~" Watching intently from her spot near the bar, she dreaded what her mother would say next.
'Please don't say anything I'll regret.' Glancing over, he could tell that her mind was running a million miles a minute."
"Especially since she started playing herself~" I looked over at Koharu who was now purposely avoiding eye contact. "She's a great player herself, even beating her dad at one on one~ I trust you will treat her right.~" She set her tea down and just as he opened to respond, Koharu's hand was in his.
"Alright! We're leaving!" The shorter girl pulled him up and out her house, causing them to nearly topple down the stairs.
"You play basketball?" His blue eyes looked down at her when they stopped at the end of the street.
"No." She pursed her lips into a straight line and a small dimple appeared in the right corner.
"You're lying to me." He grabbed her wrist, a dark blush spreading across her cheeks when he pulled her close. Her long, wavy hair flowed lightly behind her, the silky soft strand that he picked up falling through his fingers.
"Fine, you want to know. You'll have to work for it." She had this mischievous look in her eyes, one that reminded him of her mother. "For every fish you win me, for every game you win against me, I will answer your questions." She was giving me a challenge, a challenge he could go along with.
"Alright, I'll take up your challenge." He let her intertwine her fingers in his so they could cross the crosswalk.