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Four Dudes, One Umbrella

It was during one rainy afternoon when everyone decided to leave their umbrellas at home. Not that it was anyone's fault, for the weatherman failed to inform them about changes that goes on in the atmosphere. Either that or the climate's really getting messed up, or no one even bothered to watch the forecast the previous night. We'll go with the latter.

Momoi though, being the always-ready, always follows her 'woman's gut' girl scout that she is, just took out her pink bear-patterned umbrella, opened it, and was just about to make her way into the pouring rain when…

"Satsuki," One dark-haired boy called out.

"Dai-ch- I mean, Aomine-kun…" Momoi trailed off, and as if it was a signal, she made way for Aomine to stay under her umbrella. Not that they felt anything weird because their friendship is purely platonic. Dating one another was like dating your sibling.

They were just about to, once again, step into the pouring rain, when a familiar green-haired, glasses wearing shooter's qualms grabbed their attention.

Mumble. Mumble. "…Stupid rain…" Mumble. Mumble. "…lucky item lost…" Mumble. Mumble. Curses.

"Midorin, would you like to share our umbrella?"

With a nod, the shooter found himself under Momoi's umbrella.

The trio made their way until they've reached the school's gates, when a soaking blonde took refuge with them.

"Momoicchi! Can we share?" He beamed his prince-charming like smile, ignoring those two other people with her, and squeezed himself in—although Momoi doesn't remember saying 'yes' to this. Ah, oh well.

Soon enough, they made it out of the school grounds and into the street, surprisingly still untouched by the rain. Momoi sure has a pretty convenient umbrella. The four continued their walk when they found themselves stopping in front of a convenience store.

"Want some?" The purple haired boy stretched out his arm and offered his bags of sweets. But in reality, what he really meant was 'take me under the protection of your umbrella or else no sweets for you.'

And in goes Murasakibara.

Now, if you're thinking that one umbrella is still able to support a tiny frame of a girl, and four other tall, buff, muscle-y guys, then stop thinking. Because it can't.

It was literally a pain taking a step since they'd all just end up stepping on each other's foot so they can remain under the perimeter of the umbrella. Then there was pushing and hogging since neither of them wanted to get wet. And then the rain decided to pour harder, and the wind decided to blow, and the umbrella's protective shield above their heads was wearing off.

"Move your foot to the left, you fool!" Came an irritated Midorima.

"I told you, I'm gunna get wet!" The ace called Aomine protested.

"Ouch, you're squishing me!" Complained the blonde prince, Kise.

"Hey, my sweets are getting soaked," pouted Murasakibara.

And while the four basketball idiots were fighting over the partially destroyed pink bear-patterned umbrella, Momoi was standing in the rain in the middle of the street, completely drenched to the core.

"Aren't you guys forgetting something?" She called out.

There was a pause as Momoi tapped her foot impatiently on the puddle that was now rudely soaking her socks as it splashed. Not that it mattered. She was already wet anyway.

"Well?!"

And like a shock of realization striking them with the power of 500 kilowatts, the four boys immediately turned around to see that Momoi was at a hefty distance away from them.

"MOMOI!" They yelled, dropping nicknames, suffixes, and honorifics they might've used due to immense shock.

Momoi rolled her eyes. How dense were they? Did they not notice that they've somehow, amidst all their senseless squabbling, left her behind? "Can you just give me back my umbrella?" She demanded, unpleased.

"But what about—?"

"Umbrella. Now."

There was another, much longer pause as the four played a mini game of rock-paper-scissors. The loser was to take the umbrella back to Momoi, thus, saving the other three from facing her fiery wrath—which didn't seem to get doused out by the rain, much to their misfortune.

Aomine lost. He palmed his face in frustration, grabbed the umbrella, and headed over to the pink-haired teen. When, as if on cue, a strong wind passed by and blew the thing out of proportion.

Momoi gawked at this, shocked. Then she stomped her way over to them, fists balled. "You. Guys. Are. De—"

"Now, Momoicchi, I think we can sort this out in a civil manner…" Kise cowered back. "Back me up!" He hissed at the other three, who were either fearing for their lives or ignoring him. They did both.

Momoi was just about to go World War III on them, when she spotted a red-head round the corner.

"Hey, isn't that Akashi-kun?" The four boys turned back to see that it was, in fact, their captain. "Akashi-kun! Over here!" Momoi waved in hopes of grabbing his attention, which she successfully did. "May we share your umbrella?" She asked politely. Momoi wanted to keep her head where it was, thank you very much.

"You may—" Akashi opened his mouth but was abruptly cut off.

"Pass…"

"Pass…"

"I actually find the rain rather…rejuvenating," Midorima announced and followed after Aomine and Kise who were already walking away.

"I'm getting more sweets." Murasakibara turned to the opposite direction.

Now there was Momoi and Akashi.

"So, uhm, can I share your umbrella?"

"No."

Now there was only Momoi and her stupid, disproportioned, disconfigured umbrella.

A Fine Line between a Sip and a Chug

Momoi looked up at the neon lightened display overhead, delighted. Her regular place apparently had a new flavor on her usual frappuccinos, and after hearing some rather enticing news from some of her girlfriends at school (because, you know, Momoi's life didn't only revolve around the Generation of Miracles) she decided to stop by and try the drink that weekend.

Chocolate Chip Caramel Fudge sounded all the sugary sweet delicious goodness one could ask for. Although, Momoi's innermost weight-conscious self was practically screaming 'Calories! Trans-fat! Cholesterol!' she simply could not resist.

It will be once. Once! Momoi convinced herself and swore to do ten rounds of jogging, fifty pushups, and a game of basketball against Kuroko after this.

So, affirming her resolve, Momoi took out just the right amount of cash and pointed at the picture of her chosen drink. "One of those, please!"

When the drink had arrived, Momoi made her way towards a vacant table where she took a seat and made herself comfortable. Suddenly, a tall figure towered over her. Momoi looked up to see a lumpish, purple haired boy staring down at her. He had a plastic bag dangling from his wrist, and it looked like he was chewing the head of a gummy bear.

Swallowing, he began, "Sa-chin, you're alone today?"

"Oh, Muk-kun!" Momoi greeted, craning her head up to have a better view of the boy. "Yeah, I am… What about you?" She inquired, her neck feeling strained by the second.

"Just walking around, buying some sweets."

Momoi would never have guessed. "Well, I'm taking a quick a pick-me-up before I head on over to do some errands. Nothing like a fresh cup of frappucino to get me started!"

There was pause full of chewing before Murasakibara replied, "I see…" Then, as if he'd had a sudden pique of interest, he added, "a fresh cup of frappucino, huh?" a rather curious tone enveloping his usual drawled voice.

"It's supposed to be delicious. It's a new flavor, actually."

"Hmm…" Was all Murasakibara replied, when Momoi noticed him eyeing her drink for more than awhile.

"Uh, would you like to have a taste?" Momoi offered. Murasakibara nodded eagerly and took the drink in his giant hand. "But just a sip, okay, Muk-kun? ONLY A SIP." Momoi emphasized the last part with exaggerated facial expressions. She looked almost as if conversing with a five year old. But hey, she just wanted to be clear about it.

Murasakibara gave a dopey grin in affirmation and did as he was told, taking only a sip.

He looked rather enjoyed after he was done. "This is pretty good, Sa-chin!" Murasakibara said, putting down the cup back to its original spot on the table. "I think I'll get my own now." And with that he excused himself and headed to the counter.

Meanwhile, Momoi was more enthusiastic than ever. If Muk-kun thought it was good, then it really must be! After all, the purple-haired teen did have his fair share of experiences when it came to tasting anything sweet.

Momoi took the straw and turned it upside-down (she was aware of the 'indirect' kissing) before puckering her lips around it.

Sspp…

Chrr...

Much to her utterly devastating dismay, Momoi was sipping at what she was sure of was air—and possibly a few crystals of ice. But not a single drop of that sugary sweet delicious goodness did she taste.

"At least there were no calories… or trans-fat… or cholesterol." Momoi sobbed.

Guys Being Guys

There was one time when Momoi had such an eye-opening, self-discovering experience that she wasn't sure if she could look at her team the same way again.

It was an extremely hot day, and the boys were in their seventieth lap around the soccer field (courtesy of Akashi's hell born ideas of a training regime) under the beating sun with thirty more laps to go.

Momoi noticed how they were sweating more than usual, and she couldn't help but fear that one of them could suddenly collapse out of heat-stroke or dehydration—although trivial matters like that almost meant nothing to them. But she was a concerned manager, okay?

"Break!" Momoi announced, given the authority of being sub-coach for the day. Everyone, even Akashi, had no choice but to comply. But Momoi knew not to push her luck.

"Satsuki," came the redhead, panting as he strode towards her. Beads of sweat were racing rapidly down his face. "I do hope you have a good reason for interrupting us like this."

Momoi chuckled, trying hard to mask her slight apprehension. "Actually, I just noticed how exhausted you guys must be. You've been going around non-stop and I figured you could use a quick break."

"Well, I appreciate your concern. But I think it would be best if you didn't—"

Akashi was cut off by a taller boy who followed after him. "Good idea, Satsuki!" Aomine said, pretending to ignore the other's objection (there goes 20% of his lifespan). "I was actually getting thirsty."

"Cool! I got you guys a jug of ice cold water." Momoi smiled. "Let me just get some cups." But before Momoi could even move a muscle, Aomine had already taken said jug, opened its lid, and started chugging down at it. "A-Aomine-kun! That's for everyone! You should really use the cups!"

But Aomine was already offering the jug around. "Oi! Who's thirsty?"

The rest of the team came in and took a swig from it, one after the other. Not caring whether whose lips it had come from previously. Momoi was stunned.

"You guys are okay with this?" She asked, quite intrigued. Aomine quirked an eyebrow. "I mean, you guys are practically kissing each other! I-indirectly!" Momoi started blushing lightly after realizing the implications of what she had just said.

"What? That's bullcrap!" Aomine stated with a look of disgust on his face. "We're just guys being guys. We aren't choosy, you know? And we don't get worked up over the smallest things like you girls do," he added matter-of-factly.

"But still!"

"Well, whatever." The blue-haired teen rolled his eyes and turned to look at the rest of the team who were had already cooled down. "Let's go!"

"But still…" Momoi trailed off, when a blonde came up to her.

"Hey, Momoicchi! Want to see us kiss for real?" Kise said teasingly. He winked at her playfully before heading off.

This left a very flustered Momoi.

So this is what a fujoshi feels like…

The last part was for fun /shot. Although, I could actually imagine Kise saying something like that. Akashi is going to kill me with a pair of blunt scissors for cutting off his dialogues too much. And I hope you enjoyed that.