"Aomine-kun, want to try my new recipe?" Satsuki smiled brightly at him as she lifted the lunchbox in her hands towards him. She was still clueless to the bad effects of her cooking. "I worked extra hard yesterday!"
Swirls of the last remnants of his dream faded back into the back of his mind, when his body jolted up from hearing a certain high pitched voice. “Mm?” With a groggy yawn, the tanned basketball player cautiously opened one eye, seeking for the source of the sound, “…What?” His deep baritone rasped out, sleepily. He has been lacking sleep and to be greeted by the sight of Satsuki’s cooking wasn’t welcoming in the slightest. Darting his attention into another direction, the power forward then continued, “There’s no way I’m trying it, go ask somebody else.” Rubbing his forearm onto his eyes, his vision automatically adjusted. Even though his childrfriend’s smile looked so brightening and harmless, Aomine just couldn’t say the same thing for that bento that she had prepared for him.
