Touou High

                                    

                                          
"That bastard!"
                          
Wakamatsu's face was bright red as he fumed. Aomine frustrated him so much, sometimes! He had been better about coming to practice, but every once in a while he would still skip. He was still self-centered, too good at basketball, and rude. But those bad qualities did absolutely nothing to curb the feeling of his heart hurting every time he thought of the bluenette. Sakurai was shaking as he stood next to the blonde-haired boy.
                          
"What's the matter, Kosuke?" the brunette asked, looking at the other nervously as he fiddled with the basketball that was in his hands. The blonde sighed angrily, causing Sakurai to flinch back.
                          
"That bastard isn't here for practice again," he grumbled. Sakurai frowned lightly.
                          
"Forgive me, but you should be used to that by now," he said. Wakamatsu glanced over at the boy, causing panic to run through Sakurai's system. He bowed quickly. "I'm sorry!"
                          
"Eh, don't worry about it Ryo," the blonde said, sighing. He didn't want the other to go into another apology fit. They were trying to take that habit away from him. Sakurai sighed in relief when he realized that he hadn't angered the other.
                          
"Aomine-san's just upset that no one, except Kagami-kun, has been able to beat him so far. I know Kuroko-kun beat all of them, but it would still be depressing. I know I would be sad if everyone I played against just gave up before the game ended. Basketball wouldn't be any fun anymore," Sakurai said. Wakamatsu turned to look at the other with an impressed look. Sakurai flinched once more, before realizing that the other wasn't angry.
                          
"I suppose you're right. But why are you taking his side?" the blonde asked. Sakurai smiled nervously.
                          
"Ah, no reason," he replied, lifting one hand to the back of his head nervously.
                          
"No reason, huh?" a deep, lazy voice came from behind the two boys. They both spun around to see Aomine standing there. He had one beautiful, dark blue eyebrow raised at the pair of them. Wakamatsu physically shook his head before glaring at the other.
                          
"You're late, Aomine!" he yelled. Aomine smirked before putting an arm around Sakurai's shoulder. Said boy only squeaked in slight fear, hoping he hadn't upset the other. Wakamatsu crossed his arms and glared at the other, trying to ignore his pounding heart. Sakurai was in the same boat. He hoped Aomine couldn't hear or feel his own heart that was beating so much faster than it had been a few minutes ago.
                          
"Coach asked me to help you guys again. Perfect your ball handling," he said, holding back a laugh at the red blush that now covered both of their faces. Sakurai just wanted to hide his face, but the only place to do so was Aomine's torso. He didn't think that was appropriate.
                          
"What?! Why?!" Wakamatsu shouted out. Were they really that bad? Of course, it would be simply amazing to learn from the other. But he didn't think his poor heart could take it.
                          
"Hmm? Don't ask me," Aomine said, observing the shy boy under his arm for a moment. He didn't miss the blush that covered either boy's face. Sakurai looked up at him, looking like a kicked puppy. A vicious smirk crossed Aomine's face without his permission, causing Sakurai's eyes to widen and dilate slightly. This would be fun.
                          
"No, Ryo. Stand like this," Aomine said. He grabbed the boy's hips to move them into the correct position. He gently grabbed the other's thigh to move his leg. "You're going to move like this as you jump. Most of the balance will be kept in your feet so that you can land again without hurting yourself. Shoot your quick release as you jump. Release as soon as you leave the ground."
                          
"Y-yes, Aomine!" the other said. Aomine could've laughed at how fun this was. Some of the way he was teaching them was a deliberate tease. He knew it was mean, but he really did have to correct the other's stance. Sakurai's breath caught in his throat as Aomine let him go.