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Tampons

The Teikou basketball team was idling around the gym as some other completely different team took over their court. What was coach thinking?! Many of them wondered, but didn't quite have the guts to ask how or why the coach let himself get smitten away by the request of one lady coach from the volleyball team. It was devastating.

The basketball team had one and a half hour to do well, nothing, really. Maybe some stretches here and there, but not on the court, which kind of sucked.

"Tch. I can't believe we have to share OUR gym with the female's volleyball team," Aomine said bitterly, rolling over to his side. He glared at the sight of the opposing team playing in the center of the court and clicked his tongue.

"It seems that their usual gym is under renovation," Kuroko stated as he slipped on a wrist band. "I heard it would be finished by the end of the week."

"End of the week?!" Aomine sat bolt upright. "But it's only Monday!" He crashed back down.

"Troublesome..." Murasakibara grumbled, popping a pretzel into his mouth.

Meanwhile, Kise was looking glum as he made his way to the team after finishing his final lap around the perimeter. He sighed dejectedly and hopped onto the platform where they had been on standby. "They didn't notice me at all..."

The blonde was upset. He did about ten rounds of jogging, sprinting, and being Kise, but not one of the girls even bothered glancing his way. At all. Aomine suppressed a laugh behind him, but ended up laughing all the way.

"Surprising how there are actually girls out there who are just not that into you!"

And a gray cloud had loomed over Kise's head. He just felt ten times worse. "Way to point it out, Aominecchi."

Later on, Midorima had also reunited with the rest of the group. In his hands he held what the boys were pretty sure was a...handbag. It was pink and peach patterned and not the 'manliest' design out there. So when he put it down, strange looks were automatically shot towards him.

Midorima recoiled at their odd reaction and quickly defended himself from whatever misunderstanding they were thinking. "It is Momoi's. She asked me to bring it here."

Aomine grinned cheekily. "Heh. Sure it is."

"W-what are you implying, Aomine?!"

"Nothing..." That was a lie.

While the two started bickering, Murasakibara had put his bag of junk food down and curiously reached for the handbag. He opened it. Purples eyes then brightened with interest at the unfamiliar contents inside. "Ohh... What are these, Kuro-chin?" He asked like an innocent child as he tugged on Kuroko's sleeve.

"Murasakibara-kun, I don't think you should be touching that," Kuroko warned. But Murasakibara had merely ignored him as he picked at each item and examined it like it was some kind of new snack he'd never tasted before. The only difference was these weren't edible.

"Interesting..."

"Hey, is that ChapStick?" Kise said suddenly, snatching the lip balm from the purple-head's finger's the moment he read the label. "It is! I have the exact same thing! Well, mine's mint. Momoicchi sure knows how to select her products."

It wasn't long 'til even Kise began digging through Momoi's stuff.

"You seem to know a lot about make-up, Kise-kun," Kuroko commented.

"Well I use a lot of this stuff for modeling!" He smiled. "Though, I can't believe you actually know what these are, Kurokocchi."

Kuroko paused and contemplated on whether to take that as an insult or a compliment. He decided on shrugging it off.

"I suggest you not touch that," Midorima announced upon seeing the handbag get ravaged by such keen hands. "Momoi isn't too pleased when her things are being touched." That was coming from someone with a firsthand experience. The incident which almost sent his lucky item into a tiny million pieces and his month's allowance gone in a blink of an eye was a memory Midorima didn't like to look back on.

But no one listened. Not even Aomine as, he too, joined in on the 'fun'. Midorima shook his head.

"What the heck does Satsuki use all these stuff for?"

"What stuff?"

As if on cue, Momoi had walked in on them. A cynic smile was slowly forming on her lips as she saw them do what they were doing. The boys kind of just looked back at her like a bunch of dears and headlights. And Kise, Aomine, and Murasakibara immediately dropped whatever it was they were holding.

"Uh..."

"You know..." Momoi began, skipping pass them to grab her things and shoving them back inside. "It's impolite to meddle with other people's things. Especially girls' things." She looked back at them with a glare. "Now, what do you have to say for yourselves?"

From the side, Midorima muttered a quick, 'I told you so' as he glanced triumphantly at everybody else.

But that glare quickly turned to a look of terror as Murasakibara held up a particular piece of plastic that left Momoi frozen in her place. "Ah, Sa-chin, you forgot this."

"Ah, yes, thanks..." Momoi trailed off nervously. She was just about to get it back when Kise had tilted his head in inquisition and began asking what it was. Then Momoi paled. "This? It's nothing, really!"

"It doesn't look like nothing to me," he cooed, and Momoi wanted to smack him.

"Come on, tell us! You're making us curious!"

Momoi panicked inside. This is what she had been afraid of! Stupid, Kise. Why ask? Why? Making it worse was that, even Kuroko seemed to be interested. Murasakibara nodded as if supporting them both.

"Yeah, Satsuki. Don't ruin our fun." Aomine chirped, and Momoi wanted to smack him too.

At that point, there was really nothing Momoi could do to escape their persistence. With a defeated sigh, she explained—limiting it to only what they really needed to know, because Momoi would rather not elaborate anything more than she had to.

"It's for...bloody...emergencies..." She muttered sheepishly.

"Bloody?"

A cry of pain then suddenly interrupted them, and Momoi turned around to see a girl in a volleyball jersey running towards them. Although Momoi would have been thankful for that quick escape, she couldn't help but feel bad for Midorima who had apparently been hit right in the face.

"I'm sorry! I am so sorry!" The girl bowed endlessly in front of the shooter, who wasn't able to reply as he was busy tending to his possibly broken nose, and possibly broken glasses which he was feeling around for on the floor.

"Don't sweat it!" Aomine said in his stead, reassuring the girl as he tossed her back their ball. "This guy will be fine!" The girl smiled in relief and gave one last bow in thanks before running back to her team.

"This guy will be fine?" Midorima said in disbelief as he finally put on his glasses. He was glad it was in one piece. "I am anything but fine. My nose is in pain." Midorima winced. "How do I look?"

"Bleeding!" Kise suddenly said in alarm as blood started to trickle from the shooter's nose.

And that's when a brilliant idea hit Momoi. Forget explaining. Demonstrating would work just fine! Without any warning, Momoi snatched the piece of plastic from Murasakibara, ripped it open, and shoved the stick of cotton up Midorima's nose.

"What are you doing, Momoi!?" Midorima demanded, feeling violated.

"And it's just like that!" Momoi said smartly.

"So it's for stopping nosebleeds..." Kuroko assumed.

"Well..." Momoi didn't say anything after that. She'd opt to leave the rest to their imagination.

"Then we're probably going to need these then!" Aomine said excitedly. "Basketballs can come flying at our faces anytime!" He picked up the ripped piece of plastic from the floor and read the bold letters on it. "Tampons, huh? Think we can stop by the convenience store to check if they have any?"

Momoi's eyes widened in horror after everyone had nodded.

That was going to be a problem.

Hair Ties

Practice was going smoothly now that the basketball team had the court to themselves. The team had taken everything more seriously than ever, and Momoi could only conclude that the long wait must have really kick-started their spirits. They must have been itching to play.

Even Murasakibara was no exception of this, despite his usual impassive ways towards the whole thing. Today his plays were intense, not even stopping once to take a bite out of his snack. And the giant further exhibited this seriousness by walking towards Momoi, dripping in sweat, hair across the face, purple eyes ablaze, and asked for a hair tie.

And when Murasakibara asks for a hair tie, everyone knows that shit just got real.

Momoi quickly rummaged through her handbag and was able to fish out a few hair ties she always kept handy. "Here, Muk-kun." She smiled and handed them over. "Are you alright with this though?" Momoi was pertaining to the cute little ribbons attached to the pink band Murasakibara was now tying around his purple locks with.

Yup, seems pretty alright, then.

"Momoicchi, me too!" Kise chirped from behind Murasakibara.

"You don't need it!"

"But I do..." The blonde pouted, and that was enough for Momoi to lend him one more hair tie—two since they came in pairs, both blue with little yellow ribbons attached to it. "Thanks!" Kise then began tying his bangs to the back of his head, which looked a whole like a rooster's tail considering how short it was.

"Hey, wait!" Momoi called out just before the two ran back to the court. As they stood there, Momoi took out her phone and had snapped a photo of them. "You guys look adorable!"

"Sa-chin, you're embarrassing!" Murasakibara cried out, fiery gaze dying out for a quick second.

"Don't I?" Kise grinned confidently.

Momoi was going to have this developed for sure.

Wax Strips

Practice had finally ended as tiresome as always. The first one to hit the bench was Kuroko. He took out his water bottle and downed it like he had never before. The Phantom Player, after all, was still a little far behind in terms of stamina, and it seemed that the intense plays this time really wore him out.

As he sat there, Kuroko felt a little sting on the back of his leg. He flinched.

"What's wrong, Tetsu?" Aomine asked, noticing as he followed just right after him.

"My leg hurts."

Aomine curled the corner of his lips, as if he was recalling something he had forgotten. And then he snapped his fingers as it all came back to him. "Ah, that's right! I found this on the floor awhile ago," he said, taking something out from the pocket of his shorts and handing it over to Kuroko. It was a strip of some kind of material. "It's supposed to help muscle pain. You have it!"

Kuroko gave a quick 'thank you', took off the sticky side of the strip and placed it on the pained area then rubbed it soothingly. After a few minutes of waiting, nothing seemed to have happened.

"I don't feel anything, Aomine-kun."

"Ah, that's weird," the other replied, scratching his head in confusion. "It always works for me."

When the rest team had headed for the benches, Kise gasped in horror the moment he saw Kuroko's leg. "Kurokocchi!" He said, alarmed. "What did you get yourself into?"

Kuroko furrowed his eyebrows, not quite understanding what Kise meant. "What do you mean?" The blonde pointed to the patch on his leg. "Aomine-kun said it's supposed to help."

"Yeah," Aomine interrupted, defending his stand. "I mean, isn't that what pain relief patches are for?"

Kise's jaw dropped for a quick second, and looked at Aomine as if the guy had gone crazy. "Are you crazy? That's a wax strip!" he said desperately. Aomine only shrugged and had on an expression that said 'How am I supposed to know?' Kise sighed hopelessly. "Wax strips are supposed to remove body hair, okay? And removing body hair like that hurts like hell." Kise would know. He'd gone through them. Just the thought of all those times he had to wax his legs for a photo shoot made him shudder.

Midorima's eyes widened upon a recollection, and he turned to Kuroko gravely. "My mother uses it often. I would hear her scream from all the way outside the front door. You're a goner."

Aomine sneered and rolled his eyes at their over-dramatization of things. "Pft. It can't be that bad." He then reached for the patch on Kuroko's leg and started pulling off the end. Kuroko groaned and glared at him.

"Okay, it hurts... I'm backing away..." Aomine said, putting his arms up in surrender and backing away.

"Step aside, Aominecchi..." Kise lightly pushed Aomine away and had taken his spot, squatting down so he was in level with Kuroko's leg. "Now, Kurokocchi this might... Well, in your case, will... hurt... a lot. So please bear with it the best you can." Kuroko nodded. Although, he wished Kise had told him in a less explicit way, because despite his calm façade, Kuroko was actually panicking inside. "I'm taking it out fast. Tell me when you're ready."

Kuroko took some moments to prepare himself then gave Kise the 'go' signal. And for one horrible, painful tear-jerking second, Kuroko felt as though his flesh was being torn away from his muscle.

At the same exact moment, a fist came flying towards Aomine's face.

"There!" Kise said finally, patting Kuroko's leg. "You have very little leg hair, Kurokocchi, so it shouldn't have hurt as much. Did it?"

Kuroko was about to open his mouth when Aomine had interrupted him from behind. "I'm hurt!" He yelled. "Geez, Tetsu! What'd you hit me for?"

Kuroko immediately turned to Aomine who was holding his nose the way Midorima had earlier—as if it were going to fall off. "Aomine-kun!" Kuroko said as urgently as his monotone would let him sound. "I apologize! I didn't do it on purpose. I seemed to have been unable to control it."

Midorima pushed his glasses up. "That must be his way of expressing pain."

"You hit people when you're in pain?" Aomine looked at Kuroko in disbelief.

"Mine-chin, you're bleeding..." Murasakibara pointed out. "I'm calling Sa-chin for those nosebleed cotton sticks..."

A few meters outside the gym, Momoi was frantically searching for the wax strip she was sure she had put inside her handbag when she'd taken it from the boys earlier this afternoon. "Oh gosh, I hope no one's mistaken it for anything!" She said worriedly.

Momoi was just a tad bit late for hoping though.

The first two parts were awesome ideas by AspergianStoryteller.

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