“What kind of Pokemon would you be?” Kise asks just as you all sit down to eat after practice, “What kind of stupid ass question is that?” Aomine asks back. “You’re just angry because you’d be something stupid like Electrode,” Kise snarks.

“Quiet, Jigglypuff,” you tell him off, while swatting at Atsushi’s hand when he goes for your dessert. “But it’s Matcha Flavored,” he whines, “You don’t even like that, can I have your dessert-”

“I am NOT Jigglypuff,” Kise cries, interrupting Atsushi. “The iffy one? For sure.” Aomine snorts, getting out of the way when a book comes flying, smacking Kise in the head. “What was that for?” Kise wails, rubbing his reddening cheek. “You interrupted me,” Atsushi points out, voice dripping with annoyance before he turns to you again. “Can I have your dessert please?”

“I’m telling you, Kurokocchi, you’d totally be a Squirtle. Your hair has the perfect color for it.” Kise chirped, pointing at Kuroko’s hair. “I am not sure-” Kuroko said, before getting interrupted by Kise unsurprisingly. “And… Midorima-cchi is Turtwig. Green color and they both look kinda constipated.”

“Excuse me?!” Came Midorima’s sharp yell, and with a sigh, Atsushi’s head drops onto your shoulder. “They’re still at it,” he mumbles. “What’s so interesting about Pokemon?”He’s quiet for a while, before speaking up to ask a question. “What Pokemon would I be?” His voice is so low, you barely catch it.