Disclaimers: You'll need to see a psychiatrist if you believed I own Slam Dunk.
Archive: Ask me first before taking anything...
Warnings: Let see... oh! This is my first trial for this particular pairing so forgive any mistakes. Please do read and make suggestions if necessary.
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The sun shone brightly as a new day in Kanagawa began. Few people have already come out to start with their daily activities. Joggers and some cyclists filled the park for their regular exercise...
Ding...dong...
Ding...dong...
"Ohayo, Mrs. Sendoh," Koshino greeted, bowing politely at the woman who opened the door. The woman was wearing an apron with a spatula on her hand.
"Oh! Ohayo, Hiroaki!" Mrs. Sendoh warmly replied, moving over to let the dark-haired boy inside the house. "Have a seat," she pointed on the couch.
"Thank you..."
"So,what brings you here?"
"We're going to have a basketball practice at the park." Koshino responded, gesturing for his small gym bag.
"Hm..." Mrs. Sendoh mused. "Akira's still asleep-" She began, but stopped abruptly upon seeing Koshino sniffing something in the air. "Is there something wrong?"
Koshino sniffed some more before answering, "Uhm, Mrs. Sendoh..I think something's burning..."
Mrs. Sendoh's briefly showed confusion until it finally sank in. "Oh no!" She screeched, running frantically towards the kitchen. "I forgot about the omelet!"
Koshino sat on the fluffy sofa, chuckling a little as he heard Mrs. Sendoh blabbing over the spoiled breakfast on the kitchen . He briefly appreciated the cozy appearance of the house; some furniture made of maple and the walls covered with light-colored wallpaper added to the pleasant ambiance.
"Hiroaki," the woman drawled, peeking from the kitchen doors with a sheepish grin on her fine features. "Why don't you go upstairs and wake Akira up while I fix breakfast? I'm sure he won't mind." she added, before disappearing again on the kitchen.
"Hai."
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If there is anything that Koshino regretted in his life, it has to be agreeing to wake Sendoh up. The moment he had set his eyes upon his teammate's room made him blanch like an idiot. And he has every reason to be.
Clothes, undistinguishable if they're clean or not, were piled on the floor messily. A pair of dirty rubber shoes can be seen strewn on the haphazardly, along with some books and unnameable stuff. Koshino briefly wondered if it would be wise to faint right at that moment, but decided against it. A jungle could be put to shame in the scenario; He could almost swear that Sendoh's room is a perfect habitat for snakes, scorpions and other creatures.
Slowly, the dark-haired boy trudged along the room, heading for his friend who was still sleeping under the sheets. He toed some of the things aside to give him more leeway. Grumbling under his breath about messy, spiky-haired bakas, he continued his trek along the obstacle course. A few more strides and he'll be with his goal.
And then he tripped.
Going...
...And going...
...And going...
Down
Koshino fell, making the bed bounce slightly at the impact. He thanked all the gods for the bed- it cancelled his impending meeting with the floor. That was, until he realized his position. He was lying face to face with Sendoh, their face mere inches apart. Soon, blood rushed to his face, making his face turn red as his friend's warm breath brushed against his face.
To make matters worse, Sendoh shifted, draping his arm unconsciously around his friend and nuzzling his cheek softly as if Koshino was some sort of stuffed toy. If before the dark-haired boy was a shade of lovely red, he could now rival and even put a tomato to shame. A vein popped in his head as he readied all the wonderful epithets he had in mind.
"Aki-" He began, but was stopped when Sendoh mumbled in his sleep softly.
"Hiro-kun..."
tbc.
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AN: Ehehehe...so short. I'll make this longer if I have time...
If you have any suggestions, please say so.