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[Helping at the sports center had gone better than expected, even if she ended up being gone all day due to the rather lengthy break she and Makoto took in the middle of their work. It felt familiar to spend all day working on training schedules and recommendations, so even if she was tired, it was a content kind of feeling, combined with the kind of emotional weariness that wasn't exactly bad, just present.

Shaking her hair out of the ponytail she'd had it pulled back in all day, she climbs the stairs, tossing her bag into her bedroom before going to Aomine's, knocking on the door and popping her head inside.]

Daichan, I'm home!

[aomine was exactly where you last left him satsuki. sprawled on the bed looking aimlessly at yet another magazine. he does at least sit up a little once he sees satsuki's head pop in.] Yo.

[what does he even DO all day]

Have you moved at all since I left?

[his brows furrow a bit] Yes. I went to go watch tv for a while, but there wasn't anything interesting on so I went out and got this. [he lifts up his new shoe magazine. he also picked up a new gravure magazine. but he's not going to tell her that.]

[why do you need a gravure magazine when you're dating a girl who could put all of them to shame.]

I guess that's better than nothing. You should be spending more time at the sports center or you're gonna get out of practice. [she takes a seat on the bed.] Makoto and I set up Kise's training schedule today. It would be nice if you would come play with him a little.

[because he likes looking at how shitty the ones here are. at first he was offended, but now he finds it a challenge to see if he can find the worst magazine. anyway- he shrugs a bit as he scoots to the side to make room.] I'll go later.

[he frowns.] You think that's a smart idea? I'm not going to go easy on him.

Good! I know Matsuok-senpai will be there later; he'll be happy to see you.

[at his frown, she just gives a little shrug.] Not right away, but I think in a little bit, he'll be recovered enough to play just a little, and you know how playing against you fires him up.

[he nods.] If it's later then that works, I guess. You know how fast he's healing more than I do, so.

I do, I do! I've been keeping a close eye on him. [she smiles.] Makoto was talking about how he had no idea how much work managers had to do, which was why I ended up helping him today. He was really, really impressed, and it was...kind of nice.

[he tilts his head to the side in confusion.] What do you mean by that?

[ah, whoops. she was hoping he'd be his usual dense self and not pick up on that.]

Oh, just. [she gives a little helpless shrug of her shoulders.] I never really felt like I was part of the team, or important at all, when we're at Touou. Sure, I can contribute, but I'm really just there because I can keep you in line. They treat me like a glorified babysitter.

[ugh.] But it's not a big deal! I was just whining to Makoto, that's all.

[his brows furrow some more as he sits up some more.] The hell-- do you really think that they think that? Sure that may be some of the reason as to why they didn't have an issue with you joining the team, but that's not all that you do for the team, Satsuki.

I'm pretty sure that was pervy glasses' goal when he urged me to join the team, if he knew that I would join you would join as well. You not only help the others improve on the stuff that would, in the end make them better players, but you're good at cutting through the weaknesses of the other teams. If you weren't our manager I'm sure the others would be trying to figure out how to go about practices and matches.

[to say she's taken aback is an understatement. aomine never talks this much, and by the end, she's blushing quiet hard, bringing one of her hands up to cover her mouth.]

A-ah, I. I didn't think I was anything that special, especially not in the eyes of the third years like Imayoshi-senpai. I'm just a girl, after all.

[she lowers her hand enough to smile brightly at him.] Thank you, Daichan.

[he frowns and shakes his head.] You're more than just that, Satsuki. The only thing the team unanimously agrees on is the fact that you're not the best cook. But you're good at literally everything else.

[she rather inelegantly flops on him to give him a huge hug.] You really think I'm good at everything besides cooking?

It's getting better now, but you used to suck a lot at cooking.

[she pinches the back of his neck.] If you hadn't said so many sweet things before this, I'd be mad. [she heaves a sigh.] But you're right, at least I'm getting better now.

Satsuki. [he gives her a flat look.] You put a whole lemon into honey. You're supposed to slice them. Evenly.

[she slaps a hand over his mouth.] Shh! It was a mistake, okay!?

[he snickers.] Well Sakurai brought some extra, so it made up for it in the end.

If Sakurai is such a good cook, you can date him instead.

First off, he's not even here. And second off he doesn't have a great chest as you do.

[she sticks her tongue out at him.]You're such a boob man, Daichan, it's ridiculous.

You've known me how long now and you think that this is ridiculous?

No, I'm saying that the extent to which you love boobs is ridiculous. It just keeps growing. One day it's going to explode and you're going to hate them.

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