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[summer had been, up to this point, lazy and almost listless. she'd been helping makoto at the sports center, working with the basketball club, and occasionally lending a hand at the flower shop, but time without school or tournaments to train for always left her feeling a bit...not exactly bored, but like she wasn't doing enough. like she should be doing more to occupy her time.

so when she saw the news about the summer cookout, she knew that it was a good excuse to get out of the house for a while. and if she was going, aomine was going.

knock knock, guess who's at your door.]

[aomine is curled up with one of the cats taking a little cat nap. enjoy the view.]

[she lets herself into the room and feels her heart pretty much melt at the sight. this is so cute. she takes out her phone, snapping a few pictures for her personal collection, because seeing him relaxed and soft like this is something even she doesn't get to witness very often.

lifting a finger to her lips playfully as if to shush the cat, she sits on the edge of the bed, brushing his bangs off his forehead.]

Hey there sleepy head.

Edited 2015-06-27 23:44 (UTC)

[he shifts a little when he feels his bed dip, and he lets out a soft noise when he feels her hand on his head. the cat he was sleeping next to softly hits him in the head as it stretches out, but it mostly remains silent.]

Whaaat do you want Satsuki? m'takin a nap here.

Really? I had no idea. [she's still kind of petting her fingers through his hair, but shh, it's just because he's sleepy and she's distracted.] There's going to be a cookout party thing at the resort tonight. You should come with me.

You woke me up from my nap for this? [he groans a bit as he stretches. the tank top he was sleeping in rides up a little as he does so.] Is it just gonna be you and me, or is someone else coming along with us.

[pointedly does not look at his abs when he stretches, pointedly does not look at his abs when he stretches.]

[.......utterly fails, why is he so hot.] Kichan and Tetsukun and Richan are going to meet us there at some point.

[this is the guy you have mad dokis for, satsuki. this is the guy who is.... yawning in the most unattractive way ever. whoops. at least he doesn't make much of her staring though, since he's still trying to wake himself up.] Meeting up with us? So we're not going together with them?

[gross as it is, he still yawns now the same way he did as an obnoxious little boy, so she can't really find it unattractive when she's so used to it. at least she has the presence of mind to stop messing with his hair.]

We found out about it on pretty short notice, so Kichan is pitching a fit about needing extra time to get ready, and I don't really want to wait around forever for him to do whatever it is he does to make himself look photoshopped.

[he frowns when he realizes that the soft stroking she was doing to his hair stopped. he was enjoying that dammit. the mood doesn't last terribly long though as he snickers at her comment.]

He's more girly than you are, and I never thought I would say that.

I think he really is more girly than I am. [she lets loose an unhappy sigh.] Does this mean you'll come?

[why did he frown when she stopped stroking his hair? they're usually pretty touchy-feely, but something about playing with his hair when he was still shaking off sleep felt...too intimate for friends. but it made her feel warm with a kind of nervous elation, so she pulled out her phone, feigning that checking it had been the reason she'd stopped, and resumed the gentle motions once it was tucked in her pocket once more.]

Will I be able to get back to my nap if I tell you yes?

[he gives a tiny contented sigh when he feels her fingers thread through his hair again. he could fall asleep right here, right now if you're not careful satsuki.]

[she smiles indulgently.] Yes yes, I'll let you sleep until it's almost time to go.

[how can he be so sweet like this? she's getting really tired of her heart doing stupid things when she touches him or when he sighs like that, all soft and content. the back of his neck is all warm from sleep when she brushes against it with her fingertips as they smooth through his hair.]

Okay, fine then I'll go with you.

[he subconsciously inches closer to her as she does this. it feels so good satsuki, please don't stop!]

[this is reaching critical capacity. maybe she should talk to kise about this or something, because these hear palpitations can't possibly be good for her. she can feel him moving closer, curling around her, and she kind of resigns herself to not moving until she has to go get dressed, her fingers continuing their soothing motions.]

[and he's completely oblivious to whatever's going on in her world because he's dead to the world. the moment she started messing with his hair was when he lulled back to sleep. so you coooould probably leave now.]

[so, of course, she doesn't do anything at all. there's a few games on her phone she can play with one hand (even though her own eyelids are starting to droop). eventually, she shakes herself awake and goes to her room to change into what she's wearing to the cookout (shorts instead of a skirt just in case she wants to play any games they might have, and a white halter top layered under a wide-necked pastel blue crop top that slips off one shoulder (shhh erin loves describing clothes).

looping her hair into a high ponytail, she goes back into his room, nudging him awake instead of falling back under the spell of playing with his hair.]

Daichan! Time to get up!

[he grumbles as he burrows his head under his pillow and pulls the covers over him. if he can't hear or see you then you can't hear or see him!!!]

[she sticks her hand under the blanket to jab her finger at his stomach.]

Daichan! Wake up!

[he groans as he swats at her hand.] m'tryin to sleep here.

You told me you'd go if I let you get back to your nap! [she pokes him again, harder.]

[he groans once again. damn, she's right. he did make that promise. and here he thought that that was some kind of dream. he huffs and kicks the covers off of him as he rolls out of bed. he stretches a little and tilts his head to the side so he can pop his neck.] Fine fine, I'm up, I'm up.

[and with that he wanders over and grabs at a pair of shorts he had hanging off the side of his chair. he's wearing his boxers so you.... might... want to look away? or don't whichever. and with that he slips them on. he's at least wearing a tank top and seems to not care about changing that! once he's dressed he looks over to satsuki and nods his head.]

Let's go. [all that's left is for him to put his shoes on, but he has those by the entrance of the house. so that's the last thing he'll worry about.]

[aomine you could at least pretend to be a little bothered about your childhood friend seeing you in your boxers, especially when said childhood friend has to turn her back to you to keep from staring. ugh.]

You're so quick to get ready to go. That's probably why I get so impatient waiting for Kichan. [she follows him out of his room and to the front door, slipping on her sandals once they're there.]

[he's too tired to care? also if he wasn't too tired to care, he just... wouldn't care. whoopsie.] That's because he has to "get ready". Who he's getting ready for is beyond me though.

[yAAAWWWNNN]

[he's getting ready for you at least half the time, dumbass. and that's...kind of a sobering thought, making her feel almost like she's wishing after something that isn't hers. (not that aomine isn't a person who can make his own decisions, but still. girl code exists for a reason).]

Cover your mouth when you yawn, you'll catch flies otherwise.

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