Moonlitpetal

:  Sasuke walked into the shoot room, seeing his perverted employer, Jiraiya,   sitting in his trademark chair and staring at the men arranging the set for his prize   subject, the Uchiha. He looked up and grinned, seeing said boy in a very short, midnight blue   and pink, futuristic kimono. "Good morning, sweetheart. Those colors look good on you."   Sasuke smirked. "Thanks. Where's the fresh meat?" Jiraiya laughed. "Naruto should be here   soon." "Err...sorry I'm late," Came the shy voice upon enterance."Speak of the   devil," the perverted sensei smirked as he and the model laid their eyes on the young blonde   clad in a dark tuxed

 Running the towel through your hair, you caught a whiff of something and sighed. Of all the shampoo scents Aomine owned, it had to be something as masculine as this. It wasn’t that you were expecting strawberries and melons, but still. Using the same shampoo as him… something about it was incredibly weird, and maybe even embarrassing. You glanced over at the basket on the ground, filled with your soaked clothes. Getting caught in a downpour wasn’t exactly your idea of fun, more or less with him, of all people. Luckily he didn’t live too far from the school, but it was just the two of you now. When your gaze landed o