And bless kurokonodrabbles for the mini Kuroko in a cup (I still have no idea where she found it, either).

5. I’m happy I have 3 ish days to cram for my chemistry exam.

It was 12:42 when you woke up. Of course it was-- you shouldn't be surprised at the rate at which you overslept, even if you did set four consecutive alarms. Although, rather than surprise, you were currently panicking. The subway to the stadium would take twenty minutes and you already didn't have time for that "God, why did I trust an alarm?" You muttered to yourself, throwing your covers off and standing up. You had just washed your clothes the previous night-- at least you knew you were set for that. . . . Just kidding. When you peeked into the dryer, it was empty. Slowly turning to your washer, you groaned at the fact that you had forgotten to transfer your clothes to the dryer. "Wonderful." You don't even bother to dry your clothes, instead grabbing a piece of toast, trying to inhale it as you rushed back into your room. You combed through your hair, managing to finish your singular piece of bread as you rushed into your bathroom to freshen up. Finishing up, you slammed your closet open, digging through the clothes. Managing to pick out a pair of jeans and undergarments, your only problem left was a top-- you absolutely refused to go out in any of your sleepwear. Finally, your hands landed on something cotton. Pulling out the peach-colored top, you blinked. This wasn't yours. God, he was so pastel despite his tall and manly stature. It definitely matched his personality though. Why was Kiyoshi's shirt here? . . . Oh. Right. -------------------------------- With limited choices, you threw the top on after stripping your sleepwear, slipping your black jeans on as well as a pair of combat boots. You arrived to the stadium at 1:20-- five minutes until half-time. Not counting the time-outs. It was at 44-46, in favor of the opponent-- Too. Everyone's eyes seemed to be on the famed Generation of Miracles ace, Aomine Daiki, and Seirin's new ace, Kagami Taiga but all you saw was Kiyoshi. You at least got the gist of a face-off between the two aces. You had seen this between Kiyoshi and another team ace back in first year, before his knee was wrecked by a certain piece of trash-- your humble opinion. As the buzzer sounded and cheers died out, you head out to the water fountains outside to met Kiyoshi. It was something you two had naturally made a tradition out of. You're standing there, waiting with a cool water bottle for him to appear, and he does in within two minutes. He had a bright smile on as he neared you, despite the obvious tire in his eyes. He picked you up, hugging you so tightly that he lifted you off the floor by about six inches. The first words that come out of his mouth are, "Is that my shirt?" It's all too obvious by the color and size. You smile sheepishly, admitting to your mistake of not having transferred your washed clothes to the dryer. "Do I need to always remind you?" He chuckled, before mulling over it. "Maybe I won't, actually. You look adorable in my clothes. You should wear them more." You blush at his statement, before he lightly pecked your forehead. xx, admin ivory

hi! aaaa that means we’ll be taking o’s together then!! All the best to both of us, and may we both not drown in stress this year ;0;

Confirmed. Thanks!