It was a sunny Friday evening when Yosen's basketball team had a training session. Everyone, even their coach - Araki Masako, was exhausted and the only thing on their minds was a longed-for weekend. Murasakibara was conspicuously exasperated which affected the rest of the team. The cause of such behavior was quite understandable - his girlfriend waiting for him in the school's spacious, well-equipped library. Moreover, they were spending the following two days together in Murasakibara's house. Being such a lovely and caring boyfriend, he had planned every single minute so that they would enjoy their time together to the fullest.
''Boys!'' shouted Araki-san. ''Thank you all for the training. You did really good today. Though, I have a few remarks. First of all, we are going to focus more on our teamwork which is salient if we want to be better and higher in rankings. Secondly, Okamura-kun, Fukui-kun and Liu-kun you are to train every day in order to improve your techniques and abilities. Last but not least take a rest during the weekend and wisely manage your time'' she quickly instructed the members and then raised her right hand high into the air. ''Gooo! Yosen!'' everyone shouted, knowing it was the last demand they had to complete.
Worn out boys headed to the stuffy, narrow locker room. Entering it brought a big broad smile to each face. Only Murasakibara seemed to be deeply concerned about an unknown matter. Himuro, being a reliable and faithful friend, asked him over what he had been mulling since morning.
''Oh, it's really nothing, Muro-chin'' he reluctantly replied, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
''I bet there's something you cannot stop thinking about'' unbroken by Murasakibara's unappreciative attitude, he went on. ''If there's anything you struggle with or if you want to get it off your chest, I'm here to hear you out'' he strictly insisted.
''Ugh!''
His growl captured everyone's attention, and after that, there was dead silence. Himuro subtly implied that the other teammates should have hurried up and left the duo alone as soon as possible. They obediently fulfilled the request and soon dispersed in dozens of directions to go back home. The purple-haired teen sluggishly sat down on a creaking bench and lowered his eyes to look at the navy blue tiles on the floor.
''Okay, Atsushi. Now, spill it out'' he asked for the second time while packing up his bag.
''Promise you won't tell anyone about it. And by anyone I mean anyone, not a single soul. If you do I'll crush you'' he threatened to which Himuro slightly nodded his head. ''As I said, it's nothing... Actually it's about Y/N-chin''.
''In that case, it is serious, Atsushi'' he pointed out.
''Yes, of course, it is! It's about her being a girl... We've learned that each month females bleed, right? That's related to cramps, mood swifts and general annoyance, isn't it?'' the raven-haired young man listened carefully to the friend's confession. ''We've been dating for over a year now, but I've never seen her not being herself, you know? Maybe she's ill but too afraid to talk to me about it. I don't know what I should do now! I..."
''If I were you, I would just ask her about it'' Himuro said, consoling by giving a reassuring pat on the back. ''I've known Y/N-chan since we were four. She'll understand your worries and I'm sure she'll justify herself to you''.
''It's just... it's just sometimes extremely difficult to understand females. And living with sister and mom under the very same roof doesn't really help'' Murasakibara complained.
''Well, the only woman in my family is my mom, so I guess I misunderstand them even more'' he laughs, zipping the white and purple bag. ''Go to the library, walk home together, cook something delicious for her and in an appropriate moment ask her about your concerns''.
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FanfictionFor some time Murasakibara grew concerned that Y/N might have had some severe health problems. Not knowing how to cope with the situation, he became unbearable and obnoxious. Himuro had to take the matters into his own hands and bombard the gigantic...