(fic) somewhere along the line (Akashi/Momoi + GoM)
for tumblr/basketball poet's society challenge #24, "rarepairs"
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“Congratulations,” is what Tetsu-kun says.
Momoi smiles at him, soft and sweet, before leaving a kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you,” is what she says.
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“Hey, Satsuki!” is what Aomine says as he barges into her apartment, voice indistinct from the jam donut he’d pilfered from her earlier stuffed into his mouth. And then - ”Holy shit!”
“Language,” Akashi reprimands.
And then,” you know you are cleaning that up.”
Aomine rescues the now misshapen pastry from the floor and tears another bite off indiscriminately, sliding his socked feet across the stain left behind. He directs to him, “weren’t you here yesterday - wait, are you here from yesterday-??!”
Somehow, he is the last to know.
“I actually noticed this time,” Midorima volunteers, from where he sits at the other end of couch next to a giant stuffed rabbit. Kise leans over it to whisper to him that it doesn’t really count if he had walked in on them kissing first and Midorima bats at him and holy shit he really didn’t need to know that and -
“Wait, I thought she liked Tetsu!”
“First loves don’t necessarily last forever.” Momoi says promptly, appearing from the kitchenette with Murasakibara at her shoulder. In her hands are a tray of newly baked confectionaries, and she takes one to the working table by its entrance and divisive marble counter (“It’s oatmeal, 70% less sugar, and yes, Mukkun cooked.”)
Kuroko, who has been silent all this time, pipes up, “Remember that time in middle school when Akashi-kun had just been newly elected captain and they spent a lot of time together after school in the clubroom-“
“There were a lot of rumours about you two then,” Murasakibara dutifully informs those in question, as he rifles in his own separate tray of significantly more sugary goods and takes the seat across from them.
“Imagine if it had been true.” Kise blurts suddenly.
There’s a silence, and Akashi and Momoi steadfastly ignore the ensuing collective shudder.
“I STILL DON’T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS,” Aomine stubbornly announces.
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“Congratulations,” is what Tetsu-kun says.
Momoi smiles at him, soft and sweet, before leaving a kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you,” is what she says.
-
“Hey, Satsuki!” is what Aomine says as he barges into her apartment, voice indistinct from the jam donut he’d pilfered from her earlier stuffed into his mouth. And then - ”Holy shit!”
“Language,” Akashi reprimands.
And then,” you know you are cleaning that up.”
Aomine rescues the now misshapen pastry from the floor and tears another bite off indiscriminately, sliding his socked feet across the stain left behind. He directs to him, “weren’t you here yesterday - wait, are you here from yesterday-??!”
Somehow, he is the last to know.
“I actually noticed this time,” Midorima volunteers, from where he sits at the other end of couch next to a giant stuffed rabbit. Kise leans over it to whisper to him that it doesn’t really count if he had walked in on them kissing first and Midorima bats at him and holy shit he really didn’t need to know that and -
“Wait, I thought she liked Tetsu!”
“First loves don’t necessarily last forever.” Momoi says promptly, appearing from the kitchenette with Murasakibara at her shoulder. In her hands are a tray of newly baked confectionaries, and she takes one to the working table by its entrance and divisive marble counter (“It’s oatmeal, 70% less sugar, and yes, Mukkun cooked.”)
Kuroko, who has been silent all this time, pipes up, “Remember that time in middle school when Akashi-kun had just been newly elected captain and they spent a lot of time together after school in the clubroom-“
“There were a lot of rumours about you two then,” Murasakibara dutifully informs those in question, as he rifles in his own separate tray of significantly more sugary goods and takes the seat across from them.
“Imagine if it had been true.” Kise blurts suddenly.
There’s a silence, and Akashi and Momoi steadfastly ignore the ensuing collective shudder.
“I STILL DON’T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS,” Aomine stubbornly announces.