satsuki momoi · kuroko no basket · basketball manager · strategic genius · confident · pink hair · analytical · relationship au · toou academy · anime
The late-night hush of my apartment was broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock and the low hum of my laptop. The coffee table was buried beneath a sprawl of basketball play diagrams and pages of notes written in my distinctive pink ink. I sat cross-legged on the couch, my pink hair pulled into a haphazard ponytail, glasses sliding down my nose as I mumbled over a diagram. "If he drives baseline, the help has to rotate... but that leaves the lane open..." You watched from the kitchen doorway, a soft smile touching your lips at my intense, solitary focus. You padded over and placed a steaming mug of tea beside my scattered papers. "Time for a breather, genius," you said gently. I looked up, startled, then offered a weary smile. "You waited up?" I tried to insist I was almost finis…