Finally! Jesus, how I just died there in that deep gruesome pit called writer's block (and laziness)! I'm sorry guys! I just totally felt like everything I wrote was...word puke, haha. Bear with me a little longer!

Thank you for all the amazing suggestions and ideas! I've definitely noted them! I'll try to use as many as possible, but some will have to wait a bit. Summer events will happen in summer of course, and it will take time until we get there. But the ideas are not forgotten! I can promise that.

What many wanted to read were the reactions. But don't forget that their lives take place in Tōō mostly! The GoMs do not randomly hang out or appear always! Merely Seirin, Shūtokuand Tōō students have a good chance of meeting by chance 'cause their schools are all in Tokyo. The rest lives further away. And Aomine isn't the most sociable person either so he won't just call the GoMs up.

That's why this contains only the Tōō's reaction for now. (I'm not exactly happy how it turned out, urgh, sorry! It's a lot more...slice of life/attempted humor than fluff!) I felt the need to warn you guys, haha. It looked like you expected the GoM's. But until every single one of them hears of their relationship, it's gonna take some time. Sorry! (They will be covered one way or another, too! Don't worry)

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Miracle

Aomine Daiki had always been known for his terrible personality.

To Wakamatsu he was the worst person he could have ever had as an underclassman. The younger teen never called him 'senpai'; he never apologized for being late - or showed any guilt if his captain told him off. It was certainly giving his nerves the last push they needed to stand on the edge, the vein on his neck throbbing the second he could hear the deep grumble of an insult or two by the blue haired basketball player.

And every time when the blond actually thought he had that guy. Caught the culprit by doing something he wasn't supposed to do - all he got was a shrug of his shoulders. A lazy glare which obviously spoke of the care his underclassman gave - which was not a single one. And Wakamatsu would throw his fist, screaming at him to finally act like a good first year. For Christ's sake he was becoming a second year soon!

Where was the hope in that?

The blond teenager made his way towards the gym after his last lesson had ended. Staring at the grey sky outside which was spreading the cold and dry air around the city with such determination, it was hard to believe that it hadn't snowed yet, he thought. But that idea was quickly cast aside as he was already dreading the upcoming training, the others were no problem. They had a few new regulars, of course, who were now competing to see who'd fit better into their basketball team. His former captain and the other third years had retired from the club activities by now, studying and preparing for their entrance exams. But people like Sakurai made it easier on his strained nerves, unlike some certain lazy bum.

"I knew it!"

Wakamatsu actually jumped as he dug out of reflex, his whole body disappearing beneath the window which led outside to a small backyard between two tall buildings of their academy. There wasn't much in that little spot, a few trees and benches just like a roofed path and a thin trail which led to one of the gyms. A shortcut he had used since he had been in his second semester in first year, but now the little yard had been obviously occupied by someone else.

A female voice rose in volume and pitch, so familiar and light that after Wakamatsu had recovered from his fright, he carefully stretched his head into the air. Blinking out of the open window which was clearing the air on this floor after school for a bit before the janitor closed it again - he shouldn't have been so surprised to see Satsuki standing there.

The bubbly club manager was jumping up and down, giddy and energetic even though half of her face had disappeared in a thick scarf. It wasn't hard to see her big smile anyway, her rosy-red gaze was glowing up to the very nuisance which plagued him day after day. Aomine scratched his neck lazily, his broad back facing the blonds' position at the window as he shifted his weight onto his other foot.

"Shut up, Satsuki."

"Oh, but Dai-chan!" She replied, pushing her fists determined in front of her hips as she stared at her childhood friend. "I was so sure at the Winter Cup final, my predictions never lie! But all you did all day was giving me a nasty glare! Let me be happy for once here, you idiot."

"Why do ya have to be happy?" The tanned teen muttered beneath his breath, obviously already annoyed to an extent. "I'm just tellin' you to not overreact."

"I'm not overreacting!"

Aomine's silence made the pink haired girl lose her posture a bit.

"Well...maybe...just a tiny bit. But I can't help it! I've always been worried about you, Dai-chan!"

"What is that supposed to mean?" He sneered, although Satsuki didn't seem to be faced by that in the slightest.

"Exactly what I'm saying! Auntie had always been worried, too..." Her eyes lit up as a thought hit her. "Don't mess it up!"

"Aah? You're so-"

"Captain?"

Wakamatsu yelped as his head whipped to his right, the eyes were wide and his body close to climbing out of the window in panic. It felt like he was caught. By listening to something he didn't even know what it was about in the first place - but as his gaze registered the familiar worried frown of Sakurai he actually relaxed. He took in the slender figure of the first year in pure relief. It would have been embarrassing if someone else had seen him here, crouching at an open window whilst eavesdropping on two members of his own club...

"Ah, Sakurai, it's only you..."

"I'm sorry for startling you!" The brown haired student replied immediately. "I didn't intend to. I was just..."

"Shh!" Wakamatsu hissed loudly, pressing a finger to his lips.

The second year didn't know himself why he didn't want to be noticed by the two outside. But it definitely felt like it was better that way. He had eavesdropped for too long to just casually walk away now and act like nothing had happened. And it would be a lie if he wasn't curious about what the two students were talking about there...

"Wakamatsu-senpai?"

Doubtfully he blinked into the air. His frozen face slowly moving towards the spot next to Sakurai where a familiar girl stood, he hadn't noticed before. No one had ever really called him with that suffix. No one acknowledged him as an upperclassman in the club really, except a few first years, and now where he had become the captain even less did. It was hard to believe that someone finally called him 'senpai'.

The orange-head's expression faltered at his silence. Uncertain to a degree if she had said something wrong somehow. But Wakamatsu's brain was busy trying to remember what her name was again. The girl who had been able to make that lazy moron play basketball before he chose to attend practice once more and the same girl who had replaced Satsuki one day as she was busy arranging a practice match with another high school.

"Nidori." He blurted out.

And Mia blinked in return, bobbing her head. "Yes?"

"Ah, Nidori-san helped me bring a few documents to the teacher's office..." Sakurai started to explain, even though he obviously didn't have to. "I'm sorry if I'm late to practice!"

"Why in the hell are you apologizing, Sakurai?" Wakamatsu muttered. "I'm not even there myself."

"Yes, you're right. I'm sorry."

That nervous guy would never change, the blond thought with a frown. And Mia still stood next to the two boys, watching their interaction with mild curiosity before she dared to glance at the second year once more.

"What are you doing here, Wakamatsu-senpai?"

"Well..." The older student started; his voice surprisingly quiet instead of strong and loud. "...stuff."

"Stuff?" The newcomers echoed both, before Wakamatsu waved his arm around agitated. He was still crouching in front of the window; because he was still hoping not to get caught by the other two outside...it was getting harder and harder to look for an excuse. He sure as hell couldn't say he was eavesdropping right now.

"Yeah, stuff." He repeated annoyed, the tone slowly rising. "Got a problem with that?"

"The hell ya talking about?"

This time all three of them jumped in surprise, startled by the new presence on the other side of the window. Aomine's narrow eyes glared at his upperclassman who had finally lost his balance and fell onto his bottom with a yelp. The tall teen's upper body leaned into the corridor, glowering over the blond like a dark cloud while Sakurai started to apologize for no reason at all.

"Mi-chan!" Satsuki cried out happily, shoving her childhood friend aside the best she could to squeeze herself into the open window, too. "You're still here?"

"Ah, yeah." Mia replied. "It looked like Sakurai-san needed help so..."

"Do you want to stay for practice?"

The club manager was nearly squealing, her whole body radiating off the excitement and delight she felt as she leaned further into the corridor. It was a sight neither male student beside Aomine was used to, at least to that extent - but the other girl only blinked at Satsuki. Not as much surprised as them, but still trying to deduce the unusual bright smile upon her friend's lips.

"Satsuki..."

Aomine's growl made her look back at him with a mockingly innocent expression.

"What?"

"Don't be so nosy."

"I'm not!"

Wakamatsu blinked owlishly in between the first-years, still sitting on the ground because he had found no time to get up yet. But it all still seemed to fly right above his head, past him and any understanding he could feel. He had thought that the lazy blue haired guy and their club manager had just one of their usual little spats - it was often happening, no wonder with someone like him around. But while he was still debating whether he was lucky or not that his eavesdropping had been forgotten completely, the girl beside Sakurai started to suddenly turn red from one second to another after she realized just why exactly Satsuki seemed to be in such high spirits.

Mia groaned quietly as she lifted her hands and hid her face behind them, rubbing her sleeves against her burning skin which made the brown haired boy at her side frown at her in concern.

"A-are you alright, Nidori-san?"

"Tch." Aomine clicked with his tongue, turning his sharp glare completely towards Satsuki. "See what you did?"

Offended his childhood friend furrowed her brow. "I didn't do anything!" With a fierce shaking of her head, she smiled at the other girl once more. Successfully pushing her elbow into Aomine's rips to push him further aside before both of her hands reached out in hope she could grab the orange-head's hands - although the distance between them was too wide for that. "Mi-chan, I'm so happy! Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Why you say..." Mia mumbled into her sleeves, peeking at the giddy female student with a light frown.

"If he ever makes you cry just tell me!" Satsuki continued immediately, pumping her fists determined into the air. "I'll make him pay!"

"Who says I'm goin' to make her cry." The tall basketball player drawled, but his complain got easily ignored by the bright club manager who started giggling to herself.

"What are you talking about?" Wakamatsu finally perked up, his upper body leaning back onto his hands. The second-year had already given up to get up, his position on the floor was still rather uncomfortable but from there he had the best view onto all the teenagers who now made quite a unique sight.

His underclassmen were already a colorful bunch, he knew that much. Sakurai with his typical grimace, his brown eyes flickering back and forth in worry because Aomine's frown darkened with Satsuki's obvious good mood. And not to forget the orange haired girl who had accompanied them already quite a few times, glowing like a tomato as she was trying to bury her face in her hands. Anything but thrilled, obviously. Although the blond still had no idea what they were even discussing anyway.

"It ain't your business." Aomine said disinterested, still glaring at his childhood friend.

"Like I care!" Wakamatsu cried out, his voice immediately rising in volume. "You can't expect me not to be curious after all of this!"

The navy colored eyes of his underclassman finally landed on him and narrowed. Although his newly made captain didn't seem at all shaken by that sight, the blond returned it with his own stubborn stare. Aomine would never learn how to show respect if he wouldn't keep bugging him like that anyway. The tension in the air was definitely rising until Satsuki jumped on her feet, jittery and smiling as if the news were all about her and no one else.

"Silly, they are going out!"

Any color in Wakamatsu's face was suddenly drained, his fierce grimace stoically twisting into an utter display of shock and doubt. The blond gaped at the club manager's bright face. Her rosy red eyes which were nearly shining as she continued to smile...as if she hadn't just told the biggest lie ever right there...

"EH!?"

Aomine glowered at his captain's outburst, but it wasn't just him - Sakurai was blinking with wide eyes between his classmates. Uncertain how to react or if he was even supposed to say anything at all in that moment. Wakamatsu though, still sitting on the floor, started to shake his head slowly. He had told his lousy underclassman to quit flirting once as she was at the club, he had seen Aomine talking to her - which had been already a miracle in itself! That girl had neither cried nor insulted the blue haired basketball player after a conversation! But...

But...that guy with such a terrible personality...

"Y-you're joking, right Momoi?" Wakamatsu laughed weakly, but the pink haired girl only smiled.

It was Aomine who started frowning at him, pushing his hands into his pants' pockets as he leaned further into the window to loom over his upperclassman. The corners of his lips were pulled back into an annoyed snarl, the perfect example why someone like him shouldn't be able to have a girlfriend in the first place, the blond thought.

"What? Got a problem with that?"

"Aomine."

The blue haired teen tore his glare away from Wakamatsu as he glanced at Mia instead, the deep frown slowly easing away. But he started to grumble some half-hearted insults beneath his breath, every single one slurred in his typical lazy manner. The girl though, had finally lowered her hands. Blinking from teen to teen before she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"It isn't...that weird anyway...right?"

Mia was mumbling by now, her fingertips twitching because she was tempted to hide her burning ears with them, instead she clung to her arms to keep them occupied. But Wakamatsu was still staring at her, flabbergasted. It had been him all those months ago who had been so certain that she was blackmailed into playing with that good for nothing. No girl except Satsuki had ever found the patience to speak to the blue haired teen up until now. That Aomine had scared a handful already off who had appeared in the beginning in their club out of curiosity.

So how come it was possible that this rude brat of underclassman suddenly had a girlfriend!

Before him!

The orange-head, blinked a few times nervously at her feet before she lifted her gaze to glance at every one of them one at a time. The silence to her question was anything but assuring; even Nanami had only shrugged with her shoulders knowingly. She had expected it, unlike the basketball player's teammates apparently...

"Are you sure you want him?" The team captain finally blurted out, pointing at the other tall teenager.

"Eh?"

"You wanna piss me off?" Aomine grunted, glaring at Wakamatsu once more.

But this time the second year turned to him with an agitated expression, his voice rising to the well-known loud volume he always used at practice or their matches.

"I sure as hell do! Just because you're suddenly attending practice again doesn't make you a better person, moron!"

"What did you say?"

Sakurai yelped as the teens stared at each other, the daggers flying back and forth while he hectically lifted his hands to somehow sooth the tension in the air. Aomine had always just shrugged the second year off. Ignoring his remarks and curses without a care although this time he didn't, his voice smothered the weak whispers of his brown haired classmate as he leaned further through the window to glower over Wakamatsu. Repeating himself again.

"It ain't your damn business."

"Well, you little-"

Their heated discussion got suddenly interrupted by the sound of clapping hands. And all heads quickly turned around towards the other end of the hallway where Imayoshi stood with a smile. Yoshinori lingered behind the black haired student, merely offering the teenagers a glance while the lean third year chuckled.

"Here I thought I'd go and check up on you guys in the gym for a change with Yoshinori. And I already find you fighting again? What is it all about?"

Wakamatsu pursed his lips. Nearly sulking that he had been caught by his former captain in such a situation...he was supposed to keep Aomine in check, not start countless fight with him. Again...and again...

"S-sorry, Imayoshi-senpai!" Sakurai yelped as neither of the others spoke up. "I couldn't make them stop..."

"I didn't expect you to." He replied honestly, although that only made the brown haired boy bow his head further to the ground. Imayoshi started to frown, trying to wave Sakurai off before he observed the little gathering with another curious glimpse.

"So, what is the tumult about this time?"

A little silence filled the hallway.

That is, until Satsuki chose to break it with a calm and serious statement. Poorly disguising her delighted smile. "Mi-chan and Dai-chan are finally going out."

Imayoshi stared at the little group quietly.

"That was obviously going to happen sooner or later, now wasn't it?"

"That's what my intuition said, too!" The pink haired girl added confidently while the very person this whole conversation was about groaned once more. Mia lifted her hands to bury her face in them again, hoping that she'd choke herself in the process to escape this all situation.

Apparently it was too much to ask for that no one would care. Not with that little nosy bunch she had gotten to know a bit over the past year. However, that not only their club manager had expected this but their former captain too irritated Wakamatsu to no end. What had he missed? Was he the only surprised one? Since when had that lousy Aomine ever showed enough courtesy to earn the right to get a girlfriend! He was the worst underclassman the blond could have ever wished for! He was rude! And lazy! And what about those stupid magazines of his! Wouldn't that scare any girl off?!

"This is the most ridiculous miracle ever." Wakamatsu grunted.

Still sitting on the ground of the corridor, his face pulled into a grimace. He was certain - he had lost the last ounce of faith in karma he ever had in that very moment.

"Oh yeah." Satsuki started to speak once more, blinking at the second year puzzled. "Why are you sitting on the ground here anyway?"

Wakamatsu immediately tensed up roaring loudly in return. "Just stuff, damn it!"