She's thin yet somehow blessed with hips and a bouncy, rounded chest. She's tall with long, thin legs and elegant fingers. Her hair is mesmerizing as it flutters about her waist, and Riko cannot help but be pulled in its spell.

She hates it. She hates it so much how often she thinks about Satsuki in her itty bitty bikini, Satsuki soaked to the bone and wearing her bear shirt, Satsuki's breasts pressed up against her own, so soft and pliant and-

"Riko?"

She nearly falls off the bench when Hyuuga calls her name, and she ignores his cries of protest when she smacks him with her clipboard. She stands, smooths her skirt, and barks orders to the rest of the team as they practice their drills. It's a good distraction, watching her men sweat and push themselves to meet her expectations. Their muscles grow and their stamina improves before her ever-watchful eyes.

"Riko, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, of course. Do you really have time to be standing there talking? Have you completed your 20 sets?" She taps on her clipboard with her pen then shoots a sharp look up toward him. Oh, the satisfaction when he flinches will never get old.

"N- not yet, but- I just wanted to make sure you were okay?"

"I already answered you." A strand of hair falls in her face, and she hastily tucks it behind her ear. At his expression, her words soften, and she sighs. "Really, I'm fine. Just- thinking about the upcoming tournament is all. I'm sure it's what's on everyone's mind right now."

The next tournament where Satsuki will be, her hair pulled up a ponytail, maybe, her skirt hiked up around her thighs, her pen to her lips. The next tournament where Satsuki will be in plain view right across the court, her hoodie always loose but not enough to hide her chest, her piercing pink eyes darting left and right across the court and nowhere near Riko.

"...Yeah, it is." Hyuuga looks unconvinced but respectful of her silence. "We're facing Touou next, after all. It's not going to be an easy one."

"Especially with that manager of theirs..." Damn it.

"Her data is definitely a big problem, but you don't think that Aomine of theirs actually reads that stuff, do you? He's a monster on the court, but besides that he seems..."

Riko could almost kiss Hyuuga for being dull around the edges here and there. She doesn't, of course, because his chapped, thin lips are nothing in comparison to Satsuki's, so full and soft, slightly shimmering with the sheen of lip gloss. She wonders how they'd look bitten red and- "R-right! Anyway, if you don't get those sets done right away, I'll quadruple your load! Then I'm sure Touou won't be a problem at all!"

He immediately flees, sputtering apologies, and she's just so grateful for small distractions.