Title: Everyday Incidents
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~oOo~
"You don't have to sleep with us if you don't want to." Hyuga pressed, watching as Kuroko arranged her futon next to Kagami who was also arranging his bedding without batting an eyelash at the blunette girl's close presence.
"Sorry, is it too uncomfortable for me to sleep in the room?" Kuroko paused in gathering her toiletries. "Well, n-not really…just figured you might be more comfortable rooming with Riko instead of a room full of guys." He replied.
Kuroko's heard all kinds of things over her career. All about how inappropriate it was for girls to be sleeping in the same quarters as the boys, the same locker rooms and that there was just no way that something wasn't happening in those locked quarters. And this was after the fact that girls were playing on a boys' team, she's also heard the whispered sneers of Coach being the only girl among a team of boys and how it just wasn't right. People talked, and she remembered the annoyed grimaces from her old coach at Teiko, remembered how easily Nijimura got into a foul mood just by walking down the street with the team, people whispering and pointing out that in a team of 100+ members, there was only six, very beautiful, girls.
She remembered the way the Coach Shirogane tried not to show how annoyed, the constant phone calls of complaining parents, and the belly aches of other basketball players. The only reason, she knew, that nothing was done to quell the talk was because it wasn't affecting their ability to achieve victory. Actually, a lot of things were overlooked for that one reason (girls playing on the boys' team being one).
But neither Hyuga nor Seirin cared about the public opinion or the complaints of 'sore losers' as Koganei put it once. Her comfort was what they cared about, weither she minded being talked down to, and even if Kuroko didn't care, they did on her behalf (she remembered clearly the first time the team had heard someone make a snide remark about her presence. Kagami had placed his massive body in front of her while the team immediately swarmed around her defensively, all growls and glares). Kuroko blinked dully and looked around at the rest of the team, took in the way they gave her kind, concerned looks. It was hard to fight the small smile that made its way onto her face.
"Thank you, but if you guys don't mind, I'd rather sleep with the rest of the team."
Kiyoshi nodded sagely, "Of course."
Next Morning:
Izuki blinks and resists the urge to take a picture with his phone. Kiyoshi is less inclined and takes a picture anyway ignoring a disapproving Mitobe. Tsuchida scratched the back of his head nervously, "…Should we…move them or something…?" He whispered, flinching when he heard Hyuga snort slightly in his sleep. "Before Hyuga sees this…" He paused, "Or Coach."
Kiyoshi pouted, "Aww but they look so cute."
"Can you imagine the looks on their faces if they wake up and they're like this? They'll freak out." Koganei whispered back.
The awakened members of the team drunk in the rare sight.
During the middle of the night Kagami had rolled his way to Kuroko's futon and had the bluenette's back pressed into his chest, kept in place by one arm draped over her tiny waist. The red head's face practically buried in Kuroko's hair while her head layed on top of Kagami's arm, one of Kuroko's arms pressed against her body by the latter's arm while her free one held the arm draped over her. Their blankets where low enough for them to tell that Kuroko and Kagami's legs were intertwined.
The two looked incredibly comfortable.
"We need to do something before they wake up, and Kiyoshi stop taking pictures!" Izuki said exasperated.
"Let's just pull them apart." The brunette suggested.
Tsuchida raised an eyebrow, "They'll wake up if we do that."
"…Not if we do it carefully." Koganei reasoned.
Mitobe frowned.
Izuki's eyes darted between their sleeping captain and the two entangled teens; deal with two embarrassed kohai or deal with a flustered enraged Hyuga and Riko? He noted that the sun was starting to peak through the window blinds, not much time until (surprisingly) Kagami would wake up.
"Let's move them." He decided.
Mitobe's sighed in registration, deciding that if the freshman, Hyuga woke up, or, god forbid, Riko came in, then he'd pretend to be asleep. Kiyoshi smiled and moved closer to the sleeping pair.
"Eh what's everyone looking at?"
The teenagers froze and turned as one to look at one Aida Riko.
"I'm surprised you-" Riko stopped as she came upon the sight her mouth hung open and she looked ready to start yelling. "Shhh Riko, were handling this." Kiyoshi interrupted, carefully pulling Kagami's arm away from Kuroko's limp grasp.
"How did this…?" the brunette gestured to the tangled mess that was her kohai. Tsuchida shrugged uselessly, "We found them like this!"
"Has Hyuga…?"
Mitobe shook his head no.
"Oi watch it Kiyoshi…!" Izuki warned as the brunette pulled Kuroko's upper body up to nudge Kagami's stretched arm back to his side. "Geez these two are heavy sleepers aren't they?" Riko mumbled with Tsuchida nodding in agreement.
"Koganei, Mitobe roll Kagami back to his futon." The center ordered, lowering the blunette onto her back while the other two teens carefully rolled the sleeping red head back to his bed.
Beep. Beep.
Beep. Beep.
All teens froze as the alarm blared, turning as one to the twitching red head. Kagami grumbled a bit before his eye lids began to twitch. Koganei let out a chocked sound before quickly sprinting to his futon and dived under his covers. The others quickly followed while Riko quietly left the room.
Not a few seconds later Kagami's eyes opened and he let out a large yawn while his hand groped for his cell phone to turn off the alarm. He sat up and stretched, enjoying the popping of his joints, then his landed on the still sleeping blunette.
"Geez, you're a messy sleeper." He grumbled noting the small girl's stretched out limbs and blanket off to the side of her body "Gonna catch a cold if you sleep like that." He scolded to himself before he grabbed her discarded blankets and pulled them over her body.
He then gathered his toiletries and left the room.
Silence.
"…That was close." Izuki mumbled, peeking his head out of his cover.
"That was exciting wasn't it?" Kiyoshi commented smiling.
Mitobe shook his head.
"Fun? That was scary! We almost got caught!" Koganei grumbled.
"At least they'll never know." Tsuchida said.
Izuki nodded, "We'll never speak of this again."
~oOo~
"Fucking dammit…" She cursed angrily, kicking the trash bin across the locker room, uncaring of the fact that she was soaking wet from the rain and that water was dripping all over room. Damn Momoi, damn him for saying anything to Harasawa, damn Momoi (and her) for running out of the school in the fucking rain.
"You know throwing a temper tantrum won't change anything." Imayoshi commented lightly looking at the way Aomine's shoulders were bunched and the heavy breathing of her chest, the way her dark blue hair was plastered on her face from the rain. She glared at him, "Shut up, good luck against Akashi, you'll fucking need it." 'You'll lose.' Was left unsaid but Imayoshi heard it loud in clear in the way her fists clenched at her side, and while he wanted to say that they could win without her, they both knew the truth.
Akashi would stomp all over Touou like they did Seirin. Unless, Aomine played. She could play and their chances of winning was almost assured because no one was better than her-
"You can't play with that kind of injury, you'll make it worse." He stated plainly, as if he knew what Aomine was thinking.
Her eyes narrowed, "I can play, but you won't let me."
"Of course not, as your sempai, it's my job to make sure my precious kohai doesn't do anything foolish." He ignored the way she snorted (kind of cute, her nose tended to twitch and it reminded him of a bunny).
"Whatever. You'll lose so it's not my problem when you do." She sneered.
Imayoshi smirked.
Aomine grimaced slightly at the look, god why did he have to be so creepy?
"Your shirts wet." He said lightly before tossing the dark blunette his towel.
Her eyes flitted toward the full body mirror in the room and her eyes narrowed.
"You goddam pervert, get out!" She screeched angrily her face flushing slightly!
Imayoshi laughed and got out before Aomine decided to throw the trash can at him.
"Hai~ Make sure you dry off properly~" He said, quickly ducking out of the room just as the trash can hit the closed door.
"Stupid evil four eyes…" She grumbled before peeling her wet t-shirt off her body."
Only for Imayoshi popped his head in and caught her shirtless. The two stared at one another in silence.
"…Make sure to return my towel to me tomorrow please." He finally replied, fighting the urge to let his eyes roam any lower than the ace's face.
Aomine growled dangerously. "Get. Out."
Imayoshi laughed again before closing the door. Aomine stomped over and made sure to lock the door.
"Stupid evil glasses…." She muttered.
~oOo~
"…Why are you here?" Murasakibara asks plainly, behind her the Yosen regulars are in a state of disarray as they drunk in the sight of one beautiful Kise Ryouta.
The blond gave her a lovely smile, "To visit you of course, I hardly ever get to see you except at tournaments." She peeked around Murasakibara's bulk innocently, giving the gathered team a lovely smile.
"Weekend practice I see, you look like you were having fun too." She commented casually, smiling when the violet haired girl glared at her. Then she spotted Himuro, "Hello, I don't think we've met." Kise greeted, sliding past Murasakibara to stop in front of Himuro.
Himuro smiled pleasantly, "No, I don't think we've been formally introduced. Himuro Tatsuya."
The model inclined her head in greeting, "Kise Ryouta~"
"Muro-chin don't fall for it." Murasakibara drawled, giving the blond a warning look.
"Fall for what Atsushi?"
"Hmm first name basis and a nick name…" Kise mumbled to herself satisfied.
Murasakibara eyes narrowed at the comment, "That."
Kise pouted, "I'm not doing anything~ but anyway, Himuro, don't you think Murasakibaracchi looks cute right now?"
Murasakibara was coated in sweat, violet hair tangled in a limp heap over her face. A plain black t-shirt and long shorts finished her outfit. Himuro smiled pleasantly, "I always think Atsushi is cute." Kise nodded, "Yes but don't you think she has a lot of potential to be more, especially if she applies herself?"
"Oi Kise-"
"Don't you think she'd look really pretty with a dress and her hair done?"
"She's worn a non-school skirt before." Himuro replied.
"Oh yeah, it was for my birthday…I think I've still got a picture on my phone!" Fukui jumped in.
"You have a picture? Let me see!" Kise demanded, both her, Himuro and the rest of the team crowded around the small third year, Murasakibara stayed to the side and stared disgruntled at the group.
"Oh my god, Murasakibaracchi looks so pretty~!"
"…Wow she looks nice…"
"She was the prettiest girl at the restaurant." Himuro commented, "Fukui send me this picture."
"She should dress more like this!"
"I'm leaving." She said before turning and heading back to her dorm room where she had every intention to lock Himuro out for the rest of the afternoon.
Kise absentmindedly nodded, "Kay~ I'll keep Himuro company!"
Murasakibara paused.
Then she turned back and reached into the group of idiot boys and Kise-chin and pulled the returnee out by the back of his shirt.
"Muro-chin, lunch time, I want cream stew."
"Alright-"
"Oh I know a place! My treat!" Kise said, grabbing each of their forearms, "But you guys can't get go in your practice cloths, go change!" She ordered, practically shoving the two into the locker rooms.
~.~
"Hmm I didn't know Atsushi wore such a beautiful dress in middle school."
Kise grinned, "I know right? It was a shame that she didn't do it more often, and this is the only picture I have."
"Really? Could you send me that?"
"Sure~"
Murasakibara scowled into her drink, Kise-chin was telling Himuro way too much.
"Atsushi, you've got crumbs on your face again. Here." Kise watched in fascination as the raven haired teen smiled patiently and grabbed his napkin to delicately wipe clean the violet eyed girl's cheek.
"Thanks Muro-chin~"
Kise smiled to herself, these two where even more obvious than Midorimacchi and Takao. Hm at this rate, the blond wouldn't have to do anything at all.
Another successful chapter is done~
Just to let you guys know, I might have to slow down on updates on account of midterms, so i'll be spending most of my time studying.
Until next time!