Kise hands out promotional pictures prepared for today by his agency. He looks super kawaii in them, but he thinks there is a little too much skin showing. By noon the teachers begin confiscating them and an hour later Kise is suspended from school for a week because of the ruckus his publicity stunt has caused. The team is not happy that they will have to play Josei without their Ace. It is a spectacular fail of a White Day and Kise is relieved that this monstrosity of a holiday only comes once a year. Hmm, maybe I can get suspended before White Day next year and avoid the whole thing. A plot begins to form.

At first glance Aomine's White Day present to Satsuki seems...well...a little selfish, but anyone who knows Momoi, knows that she will enjoy watching the JBL game more than he does. He picks her up and escorts her to the game, where he springs for a program, a cherry cola, and ice cream. She is enraptured with the play, but that doesn't stop her from noticing how close he is sitting to her or how he's watching her much more than the game. They hold hands on the way home and he wonders how he can make her forget her infatuation with Tetsu. She wonders what took him so long.

Kuroko is relieved when Aomine-kun sends him a text telling him to [stay the hell away from Momoi]. He's happy not only that his friends are finally getting their act together, but because that he can spend the money he put aside for her present on vanilla shakes.

Ususally the fact that Tatsuya doesn't like sweets is convenient to their friendship, but as White Day approached, it makes thinking very hard for Murasakibara. He spends days pouring over his cookbooks, looking for the perfect savory recipe. He might "love" basketball, but cooking pastries is his true passion and one of the few ways he knew how to show affection.

The morning of March 14th he goes out early to the grocer and chooses the ingredients with care. He retreats to the small kitchenette in the basement of the dorm and cleans the surfaces before he begins to form the perfect crust. This is his all-purpose crust, a buttery, flaky masterpiece, that he's perfected over years of trial and error. It will be splendid, if the smell is any indication. He washes the spinach and chops the onion and then sautes both in olive oil. He lowers the temperature in the oven once the crust is finished cooking. He sets it aside while he whisks the large eggs, the cup and a half of heavy cream and the shredded swiss cheese. He folds in the spinach and onions and then pours the whole concoction into the sizzling hot pie crust. It smells heavenly. He adds a few pats of butter to the top and a dusting of nutmeg to finish it off.

He can barely be troubled to clean up the mess as he waits for it to clean, but he knows he will most likely be the next person to cook here again and its so annoying to work in a dirty kitchen. He waits the forty minutes in the kitchen and snacks on potato chips while it cooks. Quiché is best eaten after it sets, so he stairs at it for fifteen minutes before he cannot wait another second. He carries the steaming masterpiece up stairs and doors open, noses sniffing the scent, as he passes, but he ignores them. There is only one person he will share this Quiché with. He kicks Himuro's door rather than risking holding the hot pan with one gloved hand.

Himuro is used to the abrupt, classless kicking of his door and he expects to be dragged around town in search of some new, amazing snack that must be sampled RIGHT NOW, so he is hesitant and slow coming to the door. When he finally opens it, half dressed and scratching his stomach under his rumpled t-shirt, he is surprised to see Atushi's shy smile towering over him, holding something that smells like paradise.

"What's the occasion, Atushi?" Himuro asks.

"It's White Day and on White Day you give present to those who gave you Valentine's presents," Murasakibara explains, failing to mention that it is usually a boy returning a gift to a girl. He figures Tatsuya doesn't need that bit of information.

"Come in," Himuro steps back and allows Murasakibara to move by him into the room. "What are we having on this lazy Saturday morning?"

"Quiché Florentine."

"Excellent, I think I have a nice wine stashed in my sock drawer that will pair nicely."

Murasakibara smiles because he can tell by the slight twinkle in his friends eye that Tatsuya is happy.

Midorima has prepared in every conceivable way for the big English test scheduled for this morning. He has spent hours studying with Takao, stuttering over sounds that should never be uttered by a human tongue. He's had plenty of rest and his sign is well ranked according to this morning's Oha Asa report. He has his rolling pencil in his breast pocket. He will not allow Takao to "borrow" it again. Today's lucky item is a stuffed penguin. He has varying sizes, so he chooses the largest one, knowing that English is his worse subject. He is even wearing today's lucky color with purple underwear.

The only hesitation he feels is that Scorpio is dangerously low in the rankings. Takao relies on scholarships. Midorima relies on Takao. It is a precarious balance. So he makes a second trip out to the Lucky Item shed in the backyard and he finds among the box of rubber duckies (and there are a fair number of them in his collection) one that meets Takao's lucky item requirements for today: it wears scuba gear and it is bright orange.

Takao looks exhausted when he arrives at the Midorima gate, as if he spent the whole night awake.

"Tch, you could have at least attempted to get a good night's sleep before an important test."

"Well..." Takao's smile is so fake, it might as well have been made of plastic. There are some questions Midorima doesn't know how to ask, so he ignores them.

"Here," Midorima shoves the rubber duck into Takao's hand. "Your lucky item, perhaps it will mitigate some of your poor choices."

"Will you let me borrow your rolling pencil today?"

"Die," Midorima deadpans and begins the walk to school. It takes Takao a beat to catch up, but when he does his smile is genuine.

Akashi pretends that White Day means nothing to him, but he arranges for five dozen roses in a mixture of blue and white to be delivered to the homes of each member of his former team at Teiko. It is his way of saying, you are still my bitches. It gives him no end of pleasure to think about their reactions.