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‘ ---just stand still for a second. ’ she’s SCALING the athlete since he’s so HUGE. she’s puts her legs on his shoulders, and now she’s able to reach the HIGHEST self in the chips aisle. she wanted to get her prawn flavored chips, but they were always so high up! now, she has a yummy snack to enjoy later. she looks down at the boy who’s shoulder’s she used.

‘ we make a pretty good team, don’t we? ’

     Hana waved off Kise as the blond walked into the hall leading to the lockers. She was so happy to go see the game. Any game for that matter. She promised to go out with the other later if the blonde didn’t end up being side-tracked again. 

♥ -- Her cooking skills may leave much to be desired, but she’s still capable of preparing a meal without creating a fire (of the size required to burn down the place). Pretty pink lips twist into a pout as Momoi turns her attention away from the stove to stick her tongue out at him. 

♥ -- It’s not at all uncommon for Aomine to skip practice-- classes, however, are another matter entirely. She knows his family well enough to know that they would never tolerate his taking his academic career lightly. His absence has her curiosity piqued, but there’s concern as well as she wonders to herself: where is he? And, more importantly--  is he okay?

A school day has never felt so long. Momoi has always been a diligent student, however today was very different. She found herself staring intently at the clock more often than not, watching the slender hands jerkily slide around the circular clock face. Her notes are sparse because of this.

No one is home, by the looks of it, but that’s alright-- Momoi has her own key. She knocks, then lets herself in when she hears no response. It feels wrong, but her curiosity has gotten teh better of her, and she feels the need to know. Is Aomine here? She has very few ideas of where else he could be-- and none of them are comforting.