Kise tells his sister more than he tells his parents. Something he's regretting now.

"Be nice, Miho-chan," Kise's father said as he sat at one end of the table, next to Kuroko and Saoko. Kise's mother sat at the other end, looking like she was more interested in the food than her son's imminent embarrassment.

"Oh, you know, 'Kurokocchi didn't yell at me today' and 'Kurokocchi smiled at me!'" Saoko said, an amused smile (Kise saw it as satanic) on her face. "'Kurokocchi this, Kurokocchi that'"

"'Kurokocchi looked dreamy today,'" Mihoshi added, her blue eyes fixed on Kuroko's face, waiting for a reaction.

"'Kurokocchi cheered for me while playing against that jerk Haizaki; it was the best moment of my life.'"

"I never said those things!" Kise protested.

"You might as well have, Ryouta," his mother said. "It's not just what words you use; it's the tone and body language."

Kise looked at his father, who just smiled.