Disclaimer - I do not own Kuroko no Basuke.

A/N - So I just felt like writing some random one-shots for the KnB casts and so here I am... XD This is actually the first time I've stepped into the KnB fanfic world, so we'll see how things go. The one-shots in this story are most likely going to be unrelated with eachother, unless I actually write two chapters for one scenario, so yep. I hope you guys enjoy it!

In which Takao finds out what Midorima does with all of his old Lucky Items...

Takao stared at the stack of papers in front of his eyes that was prone to tumble and fall anytime soon.

When he had learned about the amount of worksheets he was supposed to complete by the next dawn, he was awe-struck. He felt like a lightning bolt just struck onto him.

Tomorrow was the day of the final exam and he definitely regretted begging Midorima to be his last-minute tutor, because now that he knew what he was going to be forced to do, he would be willing to do anything to just gain himself the chance to run away from the green-head's grasp.

Although Midorima stated that he was only doing this for Takao's sake, not to mention that Takao was the one that begged him for it, Takao truly believed that the green-head had seriously gone way over the limit. Judging by the lazy smirk that was plastered on the green-head's face, Takao knew that Midorima was, with no doubt, secretly enjoying the sight of him working his butt off to complete the challenging worksheets.

And what kind of tutor was that genius shooter when he never actually taught him anything?! All Takao's teammate did was sit there like a statue, watching over him struggling to finish the stack of papers.

Takao was definitely planning on complaining soon.

"Shin-chan...help me with this problem..." Takao wailed as he slumped down onto the table, arms crossed on top of the desk and head planted down on top of his arms. Midorima scoffed as he merely shifted his glasses up with his index finger in an unfazed manner.

"Learn to rely on yourself more, Takao," Midorima stated as Takao frowned, lifting his head up to meet the green-head's cold stare. Takao pouted as he immediately returned to the stack of papers.

His concentration didn't even last five minutes.

"Shin-chan..."

"What?"

"...I need help-"

"Do it yourself."

"What kind of tutor are you if you're not even going to help explain something this trivial to me?!"

"If it's trivial like you said, then you should be able to do it yourself."

Oh this green-head was seriously grating on Takao's nerves.

Takao's eyebrows twitched as he suddenly slammed his hands onto the table in anger, accidentally knocking down the unstable structure of the stack of papers in the process. As the papers scattered onto the ground, Takao blinked as Midorima's eyebrows twitched instead. Takao gulped.

Oh he was so screwed.

"...Takao," Midorima slowly said, as traces of menace, anger, and venom were clearly detected in each and every syllable of his name.

"Uh, I'll clean this up, okay?" Takao suddenly blurted out as he laughed sheepishly before sprinting around the room, gathering all of the papers into a neat pile once more. After crawling, cleaning, and inspecting for two minutes, he managed to collect all of the scattered papers that were previously dirtying the floors into a stack on top of the working desk once more.

That is...except one piece of paper that was stuck in a closet next to Midorima's bed.

"Shin-chan, there's one piece of paper stuck in your closet," Takao said as he grabbed the piece of paper and lightly attempted to pull it out of the closet doors, only to find it completely stuck in between the closet doors.

"What?" Midorima said with a sigh as he treaded over towards the piece of paper that was stuck in his own closet.

"Shin-chan, it's not going to come out if we just pull it out from the outside. I'm going to open the closet, okay?" Takao cheerfully stated as his hands grasped the closet doors and forcefully tried to yank the doors open from the outside.

"No wait, Takao!" Midorima suddenly protested.

"Hm?" Takao made a sound before the door suddenly slammed open...

Burying the poor guy in a mountainous pile of stuffed dolls and other many miscellaneous items.

Takao's cry for help was muffled by the amount of items he was buried under. Midorima made an annoyed sigh before he racked through the items to help his dear friend who was about to be suffocated to death by stuffed animals.

As Takao's head popped out of the mountain of items, he yelled out, "Shin-chan, what the heck?! Why do you have this many lucky items inside your closet?!"

"They're all used, Takao."

"Then you should just throw them away!"

"...They're important products in earning my money."

"WHAT?!"

And just as Takao was about to make another retort, the door suddenly slammed open as another member of the Shutoku basketball team popped in through the door to Midorima's bedroom.

"MIDORIMA, I'M SORRY FOR CALLING YOU A HOROSCOPE FREAK. CAN I HAVE A PINEAPPLE STUFFED DOLL?!" Miyaji suddenly screamed as Takao jumped from the sudden presence of his teammate.

"Miyaji-senpai? What are you doing here?!" Takao yelled as a pineapple-shaped doll was thrown across the room into Miyaji's hands. Takao turned towards the person who threw the doll, who was obviously none other than the other occupant of the room, Midorima Shintaro.

"What the...Shin-chan?!"

"Miyaji-senpai, because you have apologized, I'll give you a discount. A hundred yen."

"WHAT. YOU'RE SELLING HIM YOUR LUCKY ITEMS?!"

"Thanks a lot, Midorima!" Miyaji screamed as tears of joy flowed down his face. The member of the basketball team suddenly left the room in a haste, hugging his pineapple doll like it was a precious being, and left the two freshmen of the team alone in their private world once more.

Midorima shifted his glasses once more in a professional manner before he bended down to pick up the hundred yen that was left by Miyagi from the ground. As Midorima straightened his back, his eyes met Takao's blank ones.

"...What?"

"...So you actually sell your lucky items, huh, Shin-chan."

"...It's putting them into good use. Once the day has passed, they're nothing but useless items."

"But at the same time, those items can become someone else's lucky item, right?"

"Which is why I keep them all here in my closet for later use."

"...Shin-chan."

"...What is it, Takao?"

Takao suddenly slipped his hand into back pant pockets, grabbing out his wallet. He slipped his hands inside of them and pulled out a bank note. Midorima's eyebrows shot up immediately. Takao stared blankly at his green-head friend while holding the slip of money in his hands.

"Shin-chan."

"What is it, Takao?"

"...Give me that statue of a hawk behind you. I'll pay you five hundred yen."

And thus, Midorima had gained a new regular customer.

Otsubo, the Shutoku basketball team's captain, started to question his team's sanity as he spotted Miyaji flirting with a toy pineapple, Takao concentrating on polishing up a statue of a hawk, Kimura wearing a rainbow coloured afro head, and Midorima counting the amount of money in his wallet with a horrifying laugh that echoed eerily throughout the gym.

Otsubo sighed as he face palmed.

"...Time to find a new club to join."