A/N: God, this chapter did not want to be written. So it was almost finished last month, but my laptop killed itself, and this was legitimately the only thing that was not backed up. I pretty much wrote this whole thing today, though, considering I was not happy with any of the other rewrites I wrote. At first it was gonna be a lot more shippy and stuff, but then I decided "nah, let's just be boring". Sorry.
This was supposed to be done two days ago (the 27th) 'cos that was gonna be my birthday present to myself, but uh. Oops. Happy belated birthday to me, I guess. Yaay.

As it turns out, what Aomine thinks is happening and what's actually happening are two completely different things.

Satsuki immediately throws herself at Tetsu upon first sighting. "Tetsu-kun, you came!" She squeezes him tightly as she embraces him.

"Momoi-san, I can't breathe." She lets up, if only a little, but continues to beam at him.

"I'm so glad you're here! I thought Ki-chan was kidding when he said you and Dai-chan were coming."

The blond pouts. "Why would I kid about that? I'm pretty trustworthy, you know!" Satsuki turns to pat his shoulder consolingly, but doesn't take back her statement.

"It's just so surprising. I didn't expect things to escalate between them so soon!"

"I didn't think so either, but it happened."

"Will you two please stop talking like we aren't right here—,"

"Now that Kagamin's here, we can go explore the festival!" The pink haired girl announces, interrupting her childhood friend.

Aomine raises an eyebrow, navy eyes sliding over to the red haired ace. Kagami doesn't look at him, doesn't look at anyone besides Kise and Satsuki.

Kaijou's ace turns an accusatory look at the redhead. "It took you long enough to get here!" he says, obviously expecting him. "You really should have come with us earlier, ne? Now it looks like it's gonna rain," He points to the overcast sky above.

"I told you I had stuff to do earlier," Kagami replies. "Besides, these guys would've been wandering aimlessly if I hadn't picked them up." Now he glances back at the other three Generation of Miracles players with a rather annoying smirk. Aomine scowls at him. Kagami ignores this in favor of slinging an arm around Kise's shoulders, surprising the blond and further irritating the other power forward. "So did you see any booths worth checking out?"

"Actually," Satsuki starts, mostly detaching herself from Seirin's shadow as she rejoins the conversation, though she still finds a way to cling to him. "We kinda just got here ourselves, since we had to sort out some stuff with the hotel. So we haven't had a chance to scope out the area."

"I saw a poster for a band playing somewhere. Maybe we could check that out?" Kise suggests.

Kagami shrugs, "I'm good, so long as we can get some food. I'm starving."

"You're always hungry," Tetsu murmurs. Satsuki giggles.

"I'm always up for food," Aomine agrees, already pulling Kise (and Kagami in turn) in the direction he gestured to. He doesn't look back to see if the others follow, but he's sure they do.

"Wow, that's a lot of mackerel," Kise comments after they survey the various food booths. Kagami makes a noise of agreement. Most of the booths focus solely on seafood, or at least food that looks like marine life. Which fits the theme of the festival, considering. Still, Aomine really needs a teriyaki burger right now. For the most part, their group orders grilled fish or sushi, but at some point when they shuffled around Midorima must have snuck off to find a vending machine, as he comes back with a can of red bean soup in hand (Aomine can't help but roll his eyes; he receives a hard stare in response).

The band is playing on a rather makeshift stage towards the back of the festival. They aren't bad, but it's not really Aomine's type of music. It's rather mellow, relaxing music. There's a smattering of picnic benches around the "stage", and the six of them cram onto one bench. Somehow Tetsu manages to squeeze between Aomine and Kise, dragging Satsuki behind him. The three of them take up the entire space on their side of the bench—consequently leaving Aomine in the middle of Kagami and Midorima on the other side. Predictably, it's a tight fit. The bench is too small for the three large basketball players. Aomine glares dully at the shadow sitting across from him, who simply slurps on the vanilla milkshake he'd managed to hunt down ("How could you find a vanilla milkshake, and yet there's no teriyaki burgers!?"). Touou's ace grumbles as he takes a bite of the grilled fish in front of him.

"Holy shit," he manages around a mouthful, "this is the best fish I've ever had."

"Don't talk with food in your mouth." Midorima sighs.

"Manners, Aominecchi," Kise seconds, though he looked more amused than reprimanding. Aomine nearly has to physically bite his tongue to keep from muttering a rather crude 'fuck off'.

"It is good fish, though," Kagami says as he digs in. "But I guess that's a given when it's the only thing this town is known for."

"If it's that good, then I wanna try," Kise pouts slightly. Kagami rolls his eyes before offering the model a bite. He accepts it with a cheerful ' thank you very much' before eating it from the other's chopsticks. Aomine tries not to scowl, he honestly does. But he would've shared his fish. Kagami snorts, seeing Aomine's expression darken. Aomine elbows him in the side, to which the other elbows him back. "Mm, that is really good!"

There's a lapse in conversation as the group enjoys the music and the good food. Aomine thinks maybe he can convince the others to leave after this, but also knows that would just be a waste. He pretty much wasted his whole day getting here; the least he could do was enjoy the outing. It's laidback enough that Aomine could probably find some fun (if Bakagami and Tetsu didn't make him miserable).

"It looks like fun, ne?" Kise comments, eyeing the band. He glances back to the redhead sitting across from him. "Can you play any instruments, Kagamicchi?"

Kagami stops shoveling food into his mouth long enough to reply with, "Hm? Uh, I can kinda play the drums."

Kise's eyes light up with more excitement than the situation probably calls for. "Kasamatsu-senpai can play the guitar—we could start our own band"

"Oh yeah?" Kagami says with an amused, though challenging expression on his face. "And what would you do?"

"Sing, of course."

"Of course." He repeats dryly.

Having kept up with the conversation, Kuroko speaks up, "I can play the keyboard."

"Eh? Seriously?" Kise blinks in surprise at the shadow, but quickly grins. "Alright, Kurokocchi's in the band too!"

"I'd help manage your band," Momoi smiles.

Aomine decides to speak up. "I can rap," he offers weakly. Midorima scoffs. Aomine scowls at him. He already feels horribly lame for it, but why should he be left out?

"No you can't." Kise immediately shoots him down with a shake of his head. "Besides, you'd mess up the aesthetic."

Aomine frowns sharply. "What aesthetic do you have that can fit Bakagami?"

"A better aesthetic than the one that fits you." Kagami counters.

"Oi, are you trying to piss me off?" Aomine demands.

Kise smiles cheekily. "I don't know what you mean, Aominecchi. I'm just looking out for the good of my band." Touou's ace glares. The blond looks somewhat thoughtful. "It'd be different if it was just you and me, though."

The dark haired ace pauses unsurely. "What do you mean?"

"If it was just us it'd be fine." He clarifies. "The contrast of our skin tones and hair colors would look nice in photos." Kise explains. Aomine feels a hot blush creep up his neck and redirects his gaze. His thoughts roam to places they really shouldn't. It almost pisses Aomine off how easily Kise can say such embarrassing stuff with a straight face. But then he says, "Ah, and I'd look really good with Kurokocchi for the opposite reason, ne?" and the moment is completely pushed aside.

"Ah, Kise, don't move." Kagami says, leaning over the table. He gently swipes his thumb over the corner of the blond's lip, wiping away an excess crumb. He retracts his arm, licking his thumb clean. Kise's face goes bright red; Aomine sees red.

"You know what," Aomine says loudly, struggling out of his seat on the bench. "Ryou made me promise to get him something. Come help me pick something out, Kise."

Kise blinks. "Uh, but—,"

"I'll go too," Tetsu offers—though his feigned nonchalance does nothing to mask his true feelings from Aomine. But he's not really in a position to argue, so he keeps his mouth shut.

The blond pouts. "Alright, fine," he says, and he and Tetsu get up from their seats as well. He plasters a grin on his face after untangling his long legs from the bench. "Lead the way, Aominecchi!" Tetsu simply looks at him expectantly.

Aomine takes the time to glare at Kagami as he grabs Kise by the arm and hauls him away from the picnic tables. From the corner of his eye, he catches Tetsu following them, vanilla milkshake still in hand.

As soon as they're out of sight, Kise asks, "So what kind of stuff does Sakurai-kun like?"

"Huh?" Aomine blinks. "Oh, uh, I guess he likes cute stuff," The ace supposes his teammate had girly tastes, anyway, due to his bento.

"You 'guess'," Kise echoes, giving him this look, and Aomine totally knows he's being judged hard.

"Aomine-kun should know his own teammates better than that by now," Tetsu speaks up from Kise's other side, standing much closer to the blond than he normally would. But of course Kaijou's ace doesn't care about that, too busy focusing on Aomine's faults.

The power forward lets out an annoyed huff, "That's what you two are for, right? So be useful for once and help me out."

"How mean, Aominecchi!" Kise pouts. "Don't get mad at us for something that's your own fault." He rolls his eyes. "Well, I saw this booth selling gifts made completely from real seashells found on the beach. It was pretty cute. We could go check it out, if you think he'd like something like that." Aomine gives a reluctant nod, and the blond directs them in the direction of the booth.

Aomine glances at his former light from the corner of his eye, frowning in annoyance. Tetsu catches his scowl and gives him a flat look in response. He leans over and hugs Kise's free arm. Aomine's grip on his other arm tightens. The blond glances at the two blue haired teens in surprise, but doesn't say anything. He just settles awkwardly between them.

The silence between the three of them is tense. Kise is visibly uncomfortable as Aomine fumes and Kuroko keeps his gaze ahead. The small forward's lively disposition has dropped almost entirely, only adding to the awkward atmosphere. Thankfully the booth Kise mentioned isn't too far, so they make it there soon enough. The blond stops them as they reach it. "Alright Aominecchi, you go pick something out, and Kurokocchi and I will wait here."

"Why can't you come with?"

"I'm not going to do all the work for you," the blond says. "It shouldn't take too long, right? We'll just be right here."

"Which is why it should be fine," Aomine argues.

"If Kise-kun wants to stay back with me he can." Tetsu speaks up, and the power forward glares.

"Just come on, Kise, it'll be fine," he says and continues to pull Kise with him.

The small forward wrenches his arm away. "Do not just drag me over there, especially when I just said I want to stay here! No, you shouldn't have made me go with you this far! I wanted to hang out with Momocchi and Kagamicchi—not you, okay?" He shakes Tetsu's arm off as well, and he looks so uncharacteristically upset that it stuns Aomine. Neither of the blue haired teens say nor do anything as Kise storms off.

To say Midorima is regretting his decision to come to this festival is kind of an understatement. Not only did Aomine and Kuroko cart Kise off, but Kagami decided (after several minutes of awkward conversation the Midorima tried his best not to participate in) it would be a good idea to leave the shooting guard alone with one of the many people he never wanted to be left alone with.

"So," Momoi says, leaning across the table with a smile that reads bad things for Midorima. "Now that we're alone, be honest with me: Akashi-kun likes Ki-chan, doesn't he?"

Midorima glances over at her, surprised by the question. It was a rather random question. "Why do you ask?"

She smiles at him knowingly. "Dai-chan said Akashi-kun didn't want him confessing to Ki-chan, so it would only make sense that he has feelings for Ki-chan as well."

"So you know Aomine likes Kise?"

"Of course," she says nonchalantly. "I'm just teasing him over Tetsu-kun. I'd have to be blind not to know about his crush on Ki-chan. It's painfully obvious—just like yours."

The shooting guard turns away. "I don't know what you're referring to."

"Oh please," she laughs, "You've been so careful with him since Inter High—you're so cute, Midorin!"

He clenches his jaw. "I'm not cute," he mutters. "And anyway, it doesn't matter, does it? You'll be helping Aomine." They're childhood friends; if Momoi was going to aid anyone's efforts to win Kise over, it would be Aomine.

At his remark, she frowns slightly. "This isn't really about Dai-chan. I would want Ki-chan to end up with the person best for him, whether I was their friend or not. Dai-chan…" she bites her lip. "You know what happened at the end of middle school. Dai-chan and Ki-chan haven't fully reconciled from their falling out, especially after Inter High. But if he's willing to go this far, maybe there's hope for them. I am worried about Dai-chan, though… Ki-chan still holds him at an arm's length. He could be too late. And Akashi-kun certainly isn't going to make it easy for him."

Midorima scoffs. "I suppose you don't have to argue about his 'type' anymore."

"To be honest, I've had a feeling about it for a while," she admits. "I haven't wanted to talk to Ki-chan about it. I don't think he wants Akashi-kun or Dai-chan to like him in that way."

"Why not?"

Her eyes are sad as she answers, "Because that's how all of his friendships end. He's guarded when it comes to making friends, and he tends to believe people are just trying to get close to him to use him. He's been friends with people who have confessed to him, and he's been in relationships with them, but he's told me that they've always ended badly. So he tends to shut down anyone who confesses to him. I may know that Dai-chan and Akashi-kun wouldn't use him like that, and Ki-chan might know, but he doesn't take chances anymore. In all honesty, Akashi-kun may have been helping when he said not to say anything to Ki-chan."

The shooting guard is quiet as he processes the words. Her statements make sense, unfortunately. Kise's too popular for his own good, and that's caused enough problems for the people around him. Midorima's never stopped to wonder just how troublesome that would be for the blond himself. After a moment, he asks, "Why are you telling me this?"

Momoi smiles gently. "Because I know you like Ki-chan, and I know you aren't selfish enough to hold this against him." Her eyes are too trusting. Midorima still doesn't understand completely what she's getting at, but somehow he feels a little better than he did when they started this conversation.

"Is that supposed to mean you're rooting for me?"

She laughs. "Who knows~?"

A muted beep follows her words, and the Touou student stops to fish her cell phone out of her bag. She grimaces at the screen. "Sorry Midorin, but do you mind if I leave for a bit? I have to find Dai-chan." She looks up at him pleadingly, and he agrees. How could he say no? She gives him a relieved smile, and then he's alone with his thoughts. He sighs tiredly. He knew he should have supersized his lucky item today (mobility be damned). Now he's alone.

Yeah, the six hours was definitely worth it.

"Dai-chan!"

Aomine peers over his shoulder, seeing Satsuki stomping towards him. He sighs, tossing the basketball in his hands towards the small hoop in front of him before turning fully to face her. "What do you want?" he asks her.

She frowns sharply at him. "Where's Ki-chan and Tetsu-kun?"

"Not now, Satsuki—,"

"This is what I was afraid of, you know! You gonna end up all alone if you keep up this crappy attitude!"

"Satsuki, seriously—,"

"You know Ki-chan isn't going to say no to you. Don't keep taking advantage of it. What are you going to do when he isn't here anymore, when he gets fed up and leaves?"

"Shut up—,"

"Uh, excuse me…"

Both of the teens glance back at the person working the game Aomine had just been playing. Once he's got their attention, he shoves a bright blue stuffed bear into Aomine's hands. "Please just take your prize and go. You're disrupting other patrons."

"I don't want this stupid thing," Aomine argues, but Satsuki's already pulling him off to the side.

"You need to go find Ki-chan and apologize," she says.

"How do you even know what happened?" Aomine grumbles. She may be smart, but there's no way she knows about Kise's little fit.

She rolls her eyes. "Ki-chan texted me. Why else would I be here?"

"If he texted you, then why aren't you with him?" She's who he wanted to be with anyway.

"Kagamin's with him, so I came to get you and Tetsu-kun." She gestures him to lean closer, and he obliging leans down so she can smack the back of his head. Her voice lowers slightly as she gives him a serious look. "If you know what's good for you, you'll go apologize. They're by the cliff overlooking the beach." And with that, she leaves him, presumably to find Tetsu.

"Damn woman," Aomine grumbles under his breath. Nonetheless, he knows she's right—as usual. So he decides it wouldn't be a bad idea to go apologize—plus he could offer up the dumb stuffed bear to get rid of.

It isn't hard to find where Satsuki was referring to; he had already been at the edge of the festival, and from there he just had to follow the ocean sounds. The blond and Kagami are just where Satsuki said they were, sitting beside each other. Aomine walks over and seats himself beside the blond.

Kise blinks over at him, but doesn't say anything. Aomine clears his throat, not exactly meeting Kise's gaze. "Uh, sorry about earlier. It wasn't my place to drag you around." He hands the bear over to Kise as a silent peace offering.

Kise smiles, softly at first before it turns into one of his usual grins. "I can't stay mad at Aominecchi," he says, accepting the gift.

"I brought a peace offering as well," Aomine jumps at the voice behind him, twisting around to see Tetsu standing there.

"When did you get here!?"

"The same time Aomine-kun did," he answers.

The blue haired ace scoffs. "You should go find Satsuki. She's probably looking all over the place for you."

"I texted her. She's getting Midorima-kun." He replies matter-of-factly.

Kise's eyes light up, focused on the object in Tetsu's hands as he gets to his feet. "Kurokocchi, did you win a goldfish!?" The shadow nods, holding out the bag with the fish towards the copycat. "That's so cool! I've never won that game before!" He takes the bag in his hands, holding it in front of his face and watching the little fish swim around. "I'm gonna name it after you!"

"Two Tetsu's are enough, thank you." Aomine interjects. "Tetsuya Number Three would be redundant."

"Then I'll name it after myself!"

"That's even worse," Kagami deadpans. "The world can only take one Kise Ryouta at a time."

Kise pouts. "Fine, then I'll name it after both of us." Even Kuroko looks confused by that. The blond snaps his fingers, smiling once more. "I'll name it Kiko! Get it? It's perfect!"

"That's really dumb," Aomine mutters, wondering if Kise would have been this enthusiastic if Aomine was the on to win a goldfish for him, or if it was only because it was Tetsu.

The blond beams at the tanned male. "Ne, would Aominecchi feel better if I named the teddy bear?" Aomine scowls in response. But Kise ignores this, turning his gaze to the blue bear in his hands. "Hmm… ne, ne, what do you think of Aoki?"

"What are you even trying to do!?" Aomine demands, adamantly denying the blush threatening to show itself. The blond was going to kill him.

"No? What about Ryouki?"

"That's worse."

"What's going on?" Midorima questions as he and Satsuki approach.

Kise hands the fish—Kiko, apparently—back to Kuroko before moving to throw an arm around Midorima's shoulders. "Ne, you should give me something too so I can name it." He's grinning teasingly, but it quickly dissipates as Midorima dangles a tanuki keychain in front of his face.

"Will this suffice?"

"Uh, I was just kidding," Kise says, but Midorima hands it to him anyway, immediately pushing his glasses up after the exchange. "You guys know it's not my birthday, right?" Kise tries to joke, but it falls flat. "'Kay, right, name…" He runs his teeth over his lower lip before announcing, "How 'bout Ryoutarou?"

"What exactly are you guys doing?" Momoi questions, though she looks a lot less upset than she had earlier.

"I had to name Kurokocchi's goldfish, and then Aominecchi got jealous, and I didn't want to leave Midorimacchi out," Kise explains, flocking over to the pink haired girl. "Okay, okay, but now that we're all here, we should got play some of the games—like the shooting gallery!"

Of course, as soon as he says this, thunder rumbles in the sky, and the clouds let loose a torrent of rain.

"… Or we could go back to the hotel."

Kagami laughs, getting to his feet. "Yeah, sounds like the best plan."

"Come on, Ki-chan, I'm not standing out in the rain!" Momoi tugs on his arm, trying to tuck into his jacket to shield herself from the rain.

"No way, Satsuki. You're sharing a room with me." Aomine argues.

"But Dai-chan, my stuff is already at our hotel room."

"I don't care. Go get it tomorrow."

"No fair, Aominecchi," Kise pouts. "Well fine, if you're going to take my date, I'm going to take yours." He reaches for Tetsu's arm. "Okay, let's go!"

"Geez, Dai-chan, you're no fun at all," Satsuki whines as they step into their hotel room.

"I don't see how it's my fault you had a shitty time," Aomine sighs.

"You should have just left Ki-chan alone. We all would have had a better time if you could have kept your jealousy in check."

"Shut up," Sometimes Satsuki is just too annoying. He gets into the room, and when he sees it, a horrible understanding hits him. There's just one queen bed in the middle of the room. He's not against sharing a bed with Satsuki; they've done it plenty of times before. But that's not the problem.

"Just so you know, the room Ki-chan and Tetsu-kun are sharing has two beds."

"I said shut up," Aomine looks away to hide his embarrassment.

"Besides, you know Tetsu-kun wouldn't do anything to Ki-chan if they were sharing a bed." She looks at him knowingly.

"Why don't you listen," He grumbles as he tosses a t-shirt at her face. "Go to sleep."

Satsuki beams at him. "You know, as stubborn and lazy as you can be, you'd make a great boyfriend."

"God, are you going to keep making dumb remarks, or can we go to bed?"

She whacks him arm with the shirt. "Learn to take a compliment, aho."

He's preoccupied with the small details. The two of them walk side-by-side down the quiet, empty hallways of the hotel, and Kuroko can't help but notice how close they are. It would be so easy to lean against him or take his hand. Kise looks at him with such unabashed happiness tonight. It gets Kuroko's hopes up, admittedly. He can't help it. With this kind of affection pointed at him, what else can he think?

Kuroko supposes that's what's problematic about Kise. He openly adores those he lets get close to him, and while he can go overboard, it's generally just friendly affection. The shadow isn't sure he could deal with that if he did end up dating Kise. Would the blond reserve that love for Kuroko alone, or would he still continue to love the world along with him? Would he still chase after Aomine and act like Akashi's obedient puppy? Would he still tune in to Oha Asa every once in a while just for Midorima, or give Murasakibara snacks from time-to-time? Would his relationship with Kuroko even change?

He thought before this that he would be okay with that. He thought he could deal with it so long as he was the only one to know Kise intimately. But now he isn't sure. He wants Kise's everything, and he wants Kise to give it all without regards to anyone else. Maybe he's selfish, but he doesn't care. He wants what he deserves, and out of all of them, he feels he's the only one with the right to take Kise. In their later years, the others had dampened the radiance of Kise Ryouta; Kuroko had been the one keeping him alight. He felt he was the only one who deserved the burning passion.

But Kise doesn't realize this, doesn't know this, doesn't realize what they've all done. There's a very real possibility that Kise will never know. That's fine with Kuroko—so long as Kise chooses him.

He feels something heavy draping itself over his head to block the rain, and Kuroko glances up to see Kise smiling gently down at him. He'd settled his jacket over the shadow. "You alright?" he asks, voice strangely hushed. "You seem lost in thought."

Kuroko blinks up at him, very aware of the other's warm touch. Somehow the contact relaxes him. "I'm fine. Just thinking."

The blond hums in acknowledgement. A slight silence settles over them once more. The shadow's gaze falls on their linked arms. Their hands are so close; it would be so easy to reach over and take the other's hand in his own. They'd been in similar situations before, but Kuroko had never had the guts to initiate. He supposed maybe that was part of the reason he was in this mess. He feared rejection, and he let that fear coax him into believing he didn't need anything more from his relationship with Kise. If Akashi hadn't initiated this 'competition' he wondered if he'd have ever tried to act on his feelings—if any of them would have. He hates to even think it, but maybe this was a good idea.

With newly-discovered resolve, Kuroko closes the gap and interlocks their fingers. Kise's hands are warm against his cooler skin. His palms are surprisingly soft, though slightly calloused. Kuroko's fingers slot comfortably between the model's, and everything feels so easy. Hand-holding is supposed to be nerve-wracking, and yet it just feels easy. The shadow feels his own expression soften.

Surprised by the action, Kise seems to stall for a moment before letting their arms drop. "Kurokocchi's been clingy lately," he teases lightly. "You're lucky I love you so much."

It's the shadow's turn to freeze. Those words echo through his head. "Kise-kun," he manages, "you… love me?"

Kise nods, earnest and natural. There isn't a hint of hesitance or embarrassment in his tone or disposition as he declares, "Of course I love you—you're one of my best friends!" The words are equal to a punch to the gut. He stares up at Kise's pleased smile. The shadow can't seem to breathe past the weighing disappointment and crushed hopes. His grip tightens on the other's hand as he debates pulling away.

He decides on simply lowering his head. "I… love Kise-kun as well," he mumbles, and feels vaguely as though a tower of cinderblock had been stacked on his chest.

Kise's breath seems to hitch, but Kuroko assumes he just imagines it. "Hm? Did you say something?"

"No, it's nothing." He says, and doesn't speak again until they reach the hotel. Once they're inside the building, he shrugs off Kise's jacket and hands it back to the blond, who is effectively drenched. He hurries to get the two of them to the room so they can dry off.

It's a surprisingly large room with two double beds on either side of a large nightstand. Kise and Momoi hadn't bothered to unpack, just leaving their bags on the beds. Kise walks into the on-suite bathroom, grabbing a towel to throw around his shoulders before reaching for a dry change of clothes.

"I don't have anything to change into," Kuroko says. He hadn't been able to get his stuff from the room he was originally supposed to share with Aomine.

"I'm sure Momocchi wouldn't mind if you borrowed her stuff," Kise jokes. Kuroko gives him a hard stare in response. "Kidding, you can borrow one of my t-shirts." He tosses a shirt at Kuroko as he towel dries his hair. "Even though we didn't see much of the festival, I'm exhausted."

"You should go to sleep, then." Kuroko get under the cover. He doesn't want to admit it, but he's tired too.

The blond crawls into the bed after changing. "Yeah, okay. Good night, Kurokocchi." He flicks off the lights.

"Good night, Kise-kun."

"Tell me again how this happened."

"Hey, it's not my fault you forgot to rent your own hotel room."

"This is the worst." Midorima glares up at the dark ceiling, trying and failing to ignore the heavy presence of the other ace beside him in the bed.

"You're welcome to sleep on the floor." Kagami snaps. "Move over, you're taking up the whole bed."

"I'm falling off the edge,"

"Well I'm barely even keeping myself on the bed."

"I'm not moving."

"Don't make me shove you."

"You're allowed to sleep on the floor as well."

"This fucking sucks."

A/N: Most of this is just stuff that I guess will be important later? Sorry, I wrote this more out of obligation than anything. That, and I really want to write the next chapter.
Speaking of, Akashi fans should be relived, because yay yay, Akashi's (first) chapter will be next, and then the chapter after will be MuraKise, and then I guess I'll just mess around. .-."

I hope this was at least somewhat enjoyable? IDK, I'm rlly tired... probably gonna go watch the Kurokono Tasuke arc in Gintama again (all knb fans need to watch it btw, it was the best experience of my life).