Takami looked up from her mobile upon hearing someone let out a shriek. No doubt that belonged to Shira, no one else could quite release a bellow of shrieks quite like she could. Takami stretched up off the bed a little better, trying to see if it was Shira who bolted past. It was, and hot on her heels was Aomine Daiki. Takami frowned before shrugging her shoulders, falling back to the ground and pressing send. She stuffed her mobile back into her pocket before letting out a loud yawn.

"You think we should do something about that?" Jo questioned as she rolled over the bed. She landed with a heavy thud on the ground, her legs smacking Takami in the abdomen. Takami shook her head, letting out a grunt.

"Shira got herself into the mess so she can get herself out." Jo nodded with a yawn and stood, stumbled slightly, then continued to the door. Takami didn't ask where she was going, she didn't particularly want to know, so she remained on the floor, quite pleased with herself.

Last night, compared to the last Shutoku party they attended, had gone quite well for her. She hadn't had much to drink and therefore did not lose complete control and go nuts. If only that could be said for the rest of her team. Shira and Ishimura were wasted by the time Seirin and Touou turned up, both disappearing pretty early in the night (for them at least). Jo hadn't been much better either. The more she talked to people the more she drank and by the time she crashed into the room to sleep, she didn't care about where. Namely, Takami had to shove her onto the mattress and had to sleep next to her. Who knew Jo would be a cuddly drunk?

Takami heard Shira shriek from downstairs again and she rolled her eyes. Shira was going to be shot if she kept making so much noise. She was about to stand up when she, for the first time since lying down, looked to her left. She burst into laughter, moving closer to under the bed, seeing a pair of brown eyes blinking back at her.

"Ano, g-good morning miss." Takami put her hand over her mouth to stop her laughter, crawling forward and sticking her head in the gap between the bed and the floor. The poor boy looked to be about her age and was hugging a pillow tightly, curled up around it.

"Good morning. May I ask why you're hiding under the bed?"

"I was meant to be keeping an eye on Aomine for Imayoshi-Sempai but he got away. It's all my fault, I should have done it better, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Takami pulled back when he started chanting an apology over and over again. She frowned, looking at him for a moment before pulling back and climbing to her knees.

"Fuck that," she muttered under her breath as she put her hands on her hips. She could still hear him mumbling his apologies and she rolled her eyes. This was something his captain was going to have to deal with, which meant that she was going to have to find Imayoshi. She smacked a hand against her forehead, trying to figure out where to start. She remembered that Imayoshi had disappeared up the stairs about an hour after Shira and Ishimura had collectively disappeared, she knew this because she had run into him after coming down from using Katsumi's bathroom. Literally ran into the Touou captain. He mustn't have known who she was but he smiled politely and accepted her mumbled apology.

So either Imayoshi was still upstairs or he had disappeared downstairs. Takami sighed, wondering where in the hell Jo had managed to get herself to because she could really use her help. Takami sighed, looking at the first bedroom in front of her. There was only one way in trying to find Imayoshi. She walked forward and gripped the door handle, shoving it open an peering in. She let out a snort of laughter before pulling the door shut. It should be interesting to see how Ishimura was going to handle that one.

So no, Imayoshi was not in the room that Ishimura was preoccupying but that didn't mean she went to bed alone. She shook her head, still grinning at what she had seen before walking to the bedroom at the end of the hall. If he wasn't in there then she would just try and keep an ear out for that loud mouth blonde that was his centre.

Takami didn't bother knocking on the door as it was already slightly ajar. She pushed it open with one hand and stepped in, catching a sight she wasn't exactly wanting to see. Imayoshi was standing in the middle of the room, looking back at Takami with his mouth slightly open as he was halfway through pulling his boxers up his legs.

"Most people pull them all the way up," Takami commented as she rolled her hip, leaning on it. Imayoshi smiled despite his obvious uncomfortable position and quickly hoisted his boxers up to his hips.

"Most people knock before entering a room."

"Is that was Shira and Aomine did when they came screaming down the hall?"

"Fair point," Imayoshi commented as he grabbed his jeans. Takami sighed, looking over her shoulder down the hall and wondering how exactly Imayoshi was going to deal with the apologetic mushroom hiding under the bed. No doubt the poor guy had seen Aomine run past after Shira.

"In the room at the end, near the stair case with the door open, there's an apologising sob story hiding under the bed. From your team."

"Ah, Sakurai. I was wondering where he had disappeared to," Imayoshi laughed, straightening up as he looked for his shirt. Takami narrowed in on the little red marks scattered over his chest and as he turned, she couldn't help but notice the thin lines trailing down his back.

"By any chance, if he couldn't find Aomine within the hour, would he come looking for you? The sob story I mean?" Takami questioned, bringing her finger to her lips as she frowned. That shirt looked oddly familiar to her and then she grinned. That actually wasn't all that surprising at all.

"Possibly."

"Well, I think he's not just apologising for losing Aomine. I think you scarred him last night, captain," Takami bit back the laugh as she tried to remain serious. She couldn't really imagine what it would be like for that boy to walk in and, well, he didn't exactly strike Takami as the sort of person who would handle situations like that very well. Hence the hiding under the bed clutching a pillow in a vice grip.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I think the mushroom saw you getting your mushroom played with you idiot," Takami sighed as she pointed to his crotch. Imayoshi straightened up, scratching the back of his head as he thought this over. She could see a pained expression on his face but she doubted it was because he had been caught. She wouldn't want to try and deal with Sakurai either.

"Well that is problematic."

"Give him a shot of whiskey and try and make him forget the whole thing. Oh, and tell Hotaru I said hi," Takami smiled before disappearing out of the room. She didn't bother to wait around to hear whatever Imayoshi would reply with, she needed some fresh air. She stomped down the stairs in time to see Katsumi walk out of the lounge room, pinching the bridge of her nose and muttering to herself. "Is something wrong Ai?"

"Your captain has caused some problems for me with my team."

"At least Hotaru had a good night."

"Don't remind me, I'm going to make her scrub that room from top to bottom when she," Katsumi flicked her tongue out of her lips, trying to think of something to say but then just shook her head, leaving it up in the air. Takami shrugged, following her into the kitchen only to find a passed out Otsubo snoring on the table. Miyaji was curled up on the floor in front of the oven, sucking his thumb and mumbling occasionally.

"You Shutoku's know how to party."

"And You Iwozuka's know how to cause trouble. I got three players on my back complaining about Meyer, even though I do believe they are in the wrong, I got Shira running around the house shrieking like a banshee with Aomine hot on her ass, Ishimura disappeared to god knows where with Takao in tow and Jo threw one of my team mates out the front door for an unspecified reason."

"I'm glad I wasn't part of that mix."

"You caused enough trouble at the last party."

"I won't live that down will I?" Takami grumbled, resting her head in her hands and letting out a groan. She closed her eyes, thinking back to last night. She couldn't remember Jo throwing anyone out, but then again she moved surprisingly fast. The only thing that would make her do something like that would be a threat of violence. "Wait, Takao's up stairs."

"He's what now?"

"First bedroom on the right, really, you can't miss him," Takami started laughing again as she remembered Takao's appearance. Katsumi seemed apprehensive but went upstairs anyway. Takami had three minutes of silence before she heard Katsumi shut the door, breaking out in laughter as she walked back into the kitchen. Her face was red and her eyes beginning to water slightly.

"Holy shit, that's impressive."

"I didn't recognise him at first either."

"Holy shit, holy shit! I knew Takao was pretty but damn," Katsumi laughed, causing Otsubo to stir. He rose his head of his arms, frowning slightly before letting out a groan and rubbing his face with both hands. Katsumi stopped laughing, turning to grab a glass from the cupboard and filling it with water. She passed it to Takami who in turn passed it to a rather green looking Shutoku captain.

"Morning Otsubo," Takami nodded and she recieved a grunt in reply. Otsubo was more concerned with holding the glass of water to his lips as he slowly drank, wincing slightly at the sound of the back door slamming shut. Takami and Katsumi looked up to see a rather irritated looking Aomine stroll past in the hall and a few minutes later heard the front door.

"Wonder what number Shira did on him."

"I'd rather not think about. I don't think Meyer will be happy though," Takami replied as she pulled out one of the kitchen tables, sitting to the far right of Otsubo. She wasn't inclined to sit in front of nor next to the captain who looked to be turning greener by the second. Katsumi noticed it as well, so she turned and grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it in Otsubo's hands.

"Eat that, you'll better." Otsubo groaned slightly but started gently chewing on the bed nonetheless. Takami wondered if he was about to fall asleep again when Katsumi looked over to Miyaji, shaking her head. "I found a pineapple in the garden this morning."

"Where does he get them?"

"I don't know, and I don't really want to know," Katsumi laughed as she sat down in front of Otsubo. He was looking a little better now that he had some food in him, but there were dark bags under his eyes that screamed how much his head would be hurting. Katsumi reached out, patting his hair lightly before letting out a laugh. "Looks like Shutoku boys can't handle their liquor."

"Miyaji's fault," Otsubo mumbled as he bit another piece of bread. Katsumi shook her head, still laughing as she leant against the table. She rolled her eyes when Otsubo let out a loud groan, putting down his bread and leaning forward, clutching his head. Takami decided to make her leave then, not wanting to be there for when Otsubo eventually decided to release his stomach.

She headed towards the lounge room, opening the door and looking in to see if she knew anyone inside. She spotted Meyer quickly but let her be, she looked quite comfortable cuddling up to Kagami, and decided to try and find Jo. Shira could, in all honesty, be anywhere, including making her way back home. As she passed the stairs she looked up, contemplating going up to see if Imayoshi was dealing with Sakurai but decided against it. She didn't feel like dealing with an apologetic sobber just yet.