It's like the title says, because c'mon, who doesn't love a bit of fan service? Slight crack.

Note: If you aren't comfortable with these kinds of themes then you'd probably want to skip this. But really, it's nothing too bad.

Games

Practice had long been over, and being the last one to leave this time, Momoi took the liberty of doing some last minute checking around the court. Basketballs were properly stored away, no pieces of trash littering the floor (cough, Murasakibara), no odd items left behind (Midorima didn't forget this time); the benches were cleared of other things (magazines, Shogi pieces, Vanilla milkshake cups). Yes, everything was in check.

With that, Momoi switched the lights off, shut and locked the doors and made her way to the back. She was headed to the storage room to return the keys, when suddenly… sounds were coming off from the same room she was just about to enter.

Loud sounds. Loud suspicious, misleading sounds.

Momoi furrowed her eyebrows, skeptic, as she wondered what she was hearing. Not wanting to jump immediately into conclusions, she first put an ear against the door to further investigate the situation.

Whimper.

Momoi gasped and pulled back.

"Ngh… P-please…It—it hurts…"

Was what Momoi heard when she stuck her ear back on it.

"It hurts, alright. Now are you going to play with me fair and square or am I going to have to force you on your knees?"

Sharp breath in.

"N-no! I get it! I'll play…"

With eyes wide as dinner plates, Momoi's heart began to thump wildly. It seems that things were starting to get intense from the other side. There was a lot of panting going on. A lot of banging sounds against solid objects. Shaky voices. Pleads. Dominance.

Momoi could only take so much before she results to bleaching her mind (oh, if only she could). So with what's left of her remaining unscathed innocence, she burst the door open and demanded,

"What is going on?!"

But instead of anticipating for an answer, she stood there mouth agape and dumbstruck, eyes even wider at the sight that was patently divulged in front of her.

Aomine was plopped over Kise…on a table…in a very compromising position. Both sweating, both still panting… Both flushed. Was this allowed in school?!

Before Momoi could speak though, Kise alarmingly pushed Aomine off of him and turned to her. "Momoicchi! I—it's not what you think!"

"You guys…" Momoi trailed off. "I never knew…" Her reaction seemed to say that she had been oblivious to her friend's affairs all this time. "How could I have not noticed?"

"It's really not what you think!" Kise cried out begging, as he saw Momoi fall into a daze of a complete misunderstanding.

Aomine snorted. "Give it a rest, Kise. Just tell her."

"No way! My fans are going to think differently of me once word gets out!" Kise's continued defense caused Aomine to get impatient. So rolling his eye, the tanned teen turned to Momoi (who was still lost in thought) with a look of conviction. "We're both ga—" But before Aomine could even finish, he had been cut off.

"Oh… Ah…" Momoi said, snapping out as she now fully understood everything CRYS-TAL CLEAR. "Seems that I rudely interrupted you then…" She said sheepishly, face going from pink to red. "Well, go on! Continue… And Aomine-kun, don't hurt Ki-chan too much. He's weak in the knees, remember? I'm going first!"

With that, Momoi dashed off from their sights, her head up as blood trickled down her nose.

"—mers," Aomine said. "Gamers. Hnn, I tried…" He sighed nonchalantly.

Everything was dismissed then.

Until Kise's voice broke out. "Aominecchi! You destroyed my piece!" He whined. "That wasn't necessary you know. And you didn't have to wrestle me for it! That was a part of the limited edition set!"

"I told you to play fair and square, geez. And quit copying my moves."

"But Perfect Copy is my specialty."

"Cellars and Lizards is not basketball, idiot."

Haircut

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" A voice cooed softly and lowly. But without waiting for any response, the owner of the voice already initiated action. Fingers tangled themselves in strands of green hair, its smooth texture playing underneath his palms as he dutifully ran his hands through them almost as if weaving silk.

"I didn't say yes."

"You didn't say no," the voice countered.

The gentle stroking against his scalp gave Midorima Goosebumps. "Stop. It tickles." But there was no stopping, as without any forewarning, a sudden movement on Midorima had been executed. His breath hitched and all the muscles in his body tensed up. "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry. This will be over in awhile," the voice assured with an edge of ominous intent that made it hard for Midorima to trust what he had heard. "This won't hurt at all."

Another action had been made, and Midorima's face showed various expressions of intrusion.

"Would you like me to continue?"

Midorima shook his head.

A few meters away, Momoi had witnessed everything. And since they were the only people in the gym, their conversation had echoed pretty loudly—clearly. The suggestive-ness of their tones of voices made Momoi grow suspicious. She was also flushed; her eyes twitching, heart beating rapidly. She had mixed emotions, apparently.

Momoi heard a groan, and she finally stomped her way over to the bleachers.

"Get a room!" She yelled and got skeptic looks in return.

"Oh, but I was only cutting his hair. Isn't that right, Shintarou?"

"Then you will never ever cut hair again!" Momoi resolutely snatched the pair of scissors from Akashi's hand (in fear as she did. Who knows what the redhead could do if he ever got pissed at what she just did) and stormed off.

"That was dangerous," Akashi stated.

Midorima rolled his eyes. That was not his concern. What he was concerned about was his precious locks. Sighing, already dreading the result of Akashi's hair-grooming skills, he ran a hand through his hair. "I knew this was a bad idea." It was now cut in angles Midorima didn't even know was geometrically possible. "It is not even!"

Cupcake

He licked his lips, eyes fixed on the smaller boy in front of him. His gaze trailed down from the mass of light blue hair to his blank stare. Lower to the flawless porcelain white of his neck and collarbones (which were teasingly peeping from underneath his school uniform). Lower to the small frame of his chest… Lower…

Momoi had seen that look before and she couldn't have been mistaken. The look in those eyes that burned with want and desire. Hungry eyes that longed to devour every particle of what had deemed its prey. It was the same look she'd seen in those comics her classmates would often squeal over—some explicit comics she'd made the mistake of taking a peek of.

"Kuro-chin…" He said in his usual drawled voice as he plunged himself forward.

Good god, what was he doing.

"Yes, Murasakibara-kun?"

Hot breath tickled Kuroko's lips as Murasakibara was only centimeters away from him. And Momoi watched, stunned. There were too close and the least bit bothered about it, too! Was this even allowed? Is this considered PDA? Why isn't anyone telling her anything!?

"I want that cupcake," Murasakibara declared, and Momoi's mind was put to rest.

He only wanted the cupcake.

"But it's mine." Kuroko though was being stubborn and shielded the pastry with his hands defiantly, which caused Momoi to feel flustered again.

Tetsu-kun isn't giving in!

"But I really, really want it," Murasakibara begged, purple eyes boring into Kuroko's light ones.

"Murasakibara-kun, I—"

"Tetsu-kun, give him the cupcake!" Momoi suddenly stood up and slammed both hands against the table. And just like that she left as the whole student body questioned her sanity.

Meanwhile, Aomine, Akashi and Midorima were coming back to the table with food trays in hand. Kise was stuck in the crazy long cafeteria line. None of them failed to see Momoi's outburst.

"What's up with her?" The blue-haired ace asked as he sat down.

Kuroko and Murasakibara only shrugged. They didn't know either.

"So uh, Kuro-chin, are you eating that cupcake?"

Kuroko took a bite out of the cupcake.

Oh, man. I am cracking up! This was so much fun! I had a hard time writing this without going off in fits of laughter in between.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading!