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"What would you like to order?" Takao asks, and with a barely restrained smirk of glee, adds, "Daddy."
"Takao!" Midorima looks scandalized. Kuroko starts fidgeting in his seat, staring out the window with intent, obviously uncomfortable.
"What's the matter, Shin-chan? I didn't hear you complaining when I was screaming it for you last night," Takao says with a huge grin and a wink. Akashi promptly stands up and walks away. Aomine looks like he's going to puke, and Kagami is no better. Kise has his hands over his ears and is humming not-so-subtly. Murasakibara is, mercifully, eating his pancakes and not paying any attention to his surroundings. Momoi seems to be fangirling.
"This conversation is over," Midorima says, flushed red.
"Aw, Shin-chan, you're no fun," Takao pouts. Midorima adapts a smirk of his own.
"That's not what you said last night."
Aomine groans. "Oh my god, Takao is rubbing off on him."
"Yes, that is what he was doing," Midorima replies. "Last night." Takao starts laughing his head off, and even Kagami snickers a little. Aomine elbows him in the ribs.
"Gross, we so do not need to know the details of your love life," Kise gets out through a fit of giggles. Akashi walks back to the table holding a vanilla shake in one hand and a cup of steaming coffe in the other. He hands the shake to Kuroko who accepts it gratefully.
"Are Shintarou and Kazunari done hitting on each other yet?" He asks. Aomine groans again.
"I don't think they'll ever finish."
"Actually, both of us finished. Last night," Takao responds cheekily.
"Takao!"