[Kiyoshi Sinbad Teppei Kondo (GuardianSugarDemon)]

*Sits with his brother Kuroko, sister Akashi and nephew Shoichi to figure out how they would make sure to have fun while making sure the players gained skills to help the exorcists. They sat at a table scratching their heads and jotting down ideas.*
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[Kinzou + Keiichi 🜎 AlkahestrianSursurroSugarDemons]

*Kinzou and Keiichi read the notice about the basketball games at the academy. They turned to each other and grinned.*
Kinzou: *his red eyes would sparkle* You know what this means right brother?
Keiichi: *rolls up his sleeves* An opportunity to play against uncles Tetsuya and Kiyoshi! We need to get cousin Shoichi on board!
Kinzou: He’s already listed so I’m sure it wont take much convincing! Hehehe!

[Shoichi OkumuraSakata-Hiruma (HellBatSugarDemon)]

That’s right! *he responded to his cousins as he approached the board.* This will be a lot of fun! I’m sure we can have challenging game set up so we can all show off our talents. *he put his arms around the back of their necks* Glad you came over here and plan to sign up so I don’t have to drag you and make you do it. *he grinned*

[Yukiko OkumuraSakata-Hiruma *SavvyViolaceousFlameSugarDemon*]

*reading the announcement about the TCA’s all star basketball events. She laughs a bit.* I hope big brother Kiyoshi knows what he’s gotten into. Hmm but a way to help the exorcists utilizing basketball? *She taps her chin.* Hmm, perhaps I should have a meeting with him to see what he has in mind.

[Rocky Lee * HandsomeTaijustuMasterSugarNinja]

*Rocky and several other after school students ended up playing some mixed sports games and having fun. Rocky decided that he would make sure to sign up for more summer classes at this amazing academy.*

[Helena SweetSeraphimDeaSugarDemon Okumura-Sakata]

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The late-night air hung heavy and still, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and distant city lights. Leaning with an almost predatory grace against the chain-link fence of an outdoor basketball court, Akashi spun a worn leather basketball idly on one crimson-tipped finger. Her short, cherry red hair framed a face perpetually set in a smirk, her cat-like red eyes glinting with a sadistic amusement. The red fabric of her “Elite Sugar” uniform stretched taut across her athletic frame, a bold statement against the darkness.

“Soaking up the night, little sugar cube?” Akashi’s voice was a low purr, a silken thread laced with mockery. She let the ball drop perfectly back into her hand, then bounced it once, the dull thud echoing in the quiet.

Beside her, leaning with a more relaxed elegance, was Helena, her mother. Her long, lustrous black hair, tipped with subtle dark rainbow hues, cascaded down her back in a thick ponytail, contrasting with the crisp white of her “Elite Sugar” uniform. Her curves were prominent, her large breasts a soft swell against the fabric. She turned her head, one striking red eye and one serene blue eye meeting Akashi’s gaze, a sweet, unshakeable smile gracing her lips.

“Just enjoying the quiet, Akashi-chan,” Helena replied, her voice soft and melodious, utterly devoid of irritation. “And perhaps gathering my strength for tomorrow’s… challenges.”

Akashi chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a faint shiver down the spine even in the warmth of the night. She dribbled the ball between her legs with practiced ease, her movements fluid and precise. “Challenges, or perhaps just another delightful session of our mother-daughter game to see who comes out on top?” Her red eyes raked over Helena’s form, lingering for a moment on the generous curve of her chest. “Those delightful distractions of yours, mommy Helena. They certainly get attention.” She teases. “Daddy Gin would have his eyes glued on you.”

Helena’s smile didn’t waver. She straightened slightly, a subtle tilt of her head. “Distracting to some, perhaps. But they also provide a certain… stability. A foundation. And grace, Akashi-chan, can be as sharp as any claw, wouldn’t you agree?” She reached up, a delicate hand adjusting a stray strand of hair near her face, her movements slow and deliberate, a counterpoint to Akashi’s restless energy.

Akashi stopped dribbling, the ball held loosely against her hip. Her sadistic smirk deepened, a flicker of genuine interest in her eyes. “Oh, I agree. Grace can be a beautiful trap. But traps are only as good as the prey they ensnare. And I, mommy Helena, am a hunter on that basketball court.” She tossed the ball high, catching it expertly behind her back before bringing it around to smack it hard against the fence, the metallic clang sharp in the night.

Helena’s sweet smile remained, an almost enigmatic expression. She looked out at the empty court, the dim glow of a distant streetlight casting long shadows. “I’m well aware, Akashi-chan. And perhaps, that’s precisely why I keep up. I’m no mere lamb for you to hunt.” Her gaze returned to Akashi, her dual-colored eyes holding a depth that belied her sugary demeanor. “After all, every fine confection needs a little bit of bite, to truly be unforgettable.”

At this they both laugh, as Akashi felt safe playing the sassy tigeress role with her mother. “Alright mommy Helena, one more game and then let’s stop at the ice cream shop. Loser treats the winner.”

Helena smiles. “You’re on!”