[ Author's Notes ]: I rewrote it — just fixed the grammar, sentence structure, and typos.

Hopefully, I can get more Nijihai fics out.

I hope you enjoy!


A heavy chocolate aroma floated in the air and tickled his nose into a way that threw his nerves into a frustrated frenzy. Although he normally had no care about chocolates—wouldn't give a damn fuck about them, the scent and image of itself caused him to draw his lips into an annoyed scowl. He was more than just pissed—he was furious and he was out for blood.

Chocolates never bothered because it's not like they were worth anything to him. The girls that gave them to him were the ones that he'd rather bite into instead.

Today was Valentine's Day—there were desperate, interested, and thirsty girls who were handing him chocolates even for just sauntering down the school's hall.

Although Haizaki wasn't high maintenance about his appearance as that damned Kise, it didn't hurt his ego to admit that was fuckin' good-looking and getting chocolates and girls was pretty much his god-given right.

However, the current irritated expression on his face during this day hadn't come from the fact that he'd been forced—threatened, punched, and kicked—into attending after school basketball practice on Valentine's Day by the stupid captain. More so, it was the obvious fact that a crudely-wrapped plastic bag of chocolates was perched right in the middle of his locker and staring at him in the face.

Forgetting the fact that someone had just broken into his own locker, the scowl on his lips deepened once his eyes landed on the white tag that stuck out, his name clearly written in bold letters. There was nothing new or oh-so-special about receiving chocolates to him. They were tossed the moment he got the chance; sometimes even in front of a girl herself because they were an extra luggage. If girls really wanted to show their feelings and shit to him, Haizaki would rather hat they put on some sexy outfit and just offer themselves up him — it was much better than chewing on crappy chocolate.

Haizaki doesn't give a shit about chocolates — never has and never will.

And yet, those ugly chocolates were there, sitting his locker like they had the right. Normally, not even one shit would be given—he was supposed to throw them out just as soon as he saw them, but his brain racked its gears in time and the scariest thought had entered into his mind just as haughtily as the chocolates.

And that thought along was the only reason why he was actually even concerned about stupid chocolates in the first place.

He found the chocolates in his locker in the boy's locker room—where only boys were allowed and girls weren't.

Also add to the equation that that damned Akashi had notified the captain, the motherfuckin' Nijimura, that any chocolates intended for the members of the basketball club were to be given only after school—a rule that Haizaki hadn't given a shit about or even bothered to follow—it was a given that no self-respecting girl would even dare to go against Akashi-sama's orders and sneak in chocolates for him.

Therefore, it only meant one thing, and Haizaki felt the need to puke at this disgusting thought: the chocolates were most likely from someone in the basketball ball—and it was probably from a fuckin' male too.

(He crossed out the manager off his list only because he knew she was too obsessed with Kuroko Tetsuya and shit.)

The thought that the chocolates were from someone on the team, most likely an annoying bastard that he hated, sent shivers down his spine, made him want to gag, and made him want to kill—it was the idea that someone from his team was homo for him.

"Motherfuck!" Angry, Haizaki yelled and then punched a fist at the locker next to his own. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Completely furious, his ministrations continued with no regret, forcibly breaking and bending the locker—which wasn't even his but it's not like he cared—with multiple dents and imprints. And then, all of a sudden, his brain flashed a picture of Kise Ryouta into his mind—and just like adding more fuel to the fire, his punches came like bullets at top-speed, launching punch after punch and destroying the locker's door.

"Shit! If it's him, I'll fuckin' kick his ass!" He screeched. "It must be him, that stupid, pretty-boy asshole! I'm going to kill him!"

"Kill who, Haizaki-kun?"

At the sound of that, Haizaki whipped around with blood-shot eyes, his chest heaving up and down slowly and carefully while his fists continued to clench, marred and reddened. His eyes darted from left to right, squinting and searching through the supposedly empty locker room for the source of the voice, but he still saw nothing.

"The hell?"

"I'm right here, Haizaki-kun."

Haizaki's eyes narrowed down in front of him, finally catching sight of a messy mop of light blue hair only for his vision to expand into seeing a pair of indifferent, ice-blue eyes staring up right at him.

"Holy motherfuck—!"

"I'd appreciate it if you'd stop using such language around me, Haizaki-kun."

Obtaining a more calm—but still pissed—composure, Haizaki snapped, "When the fuck did you get here?"

"I've been in here the entire time." Kuroko explained and then pointed a finger towards Haizaki's locker. "Ever since you first opened your locker, actually." And then Kuroko returned a stoned-gaze back onto Haizaki, not a twitch or difference in his expression. "You seemed frightened after you opened it though. Is there something wrong?"

Haizaki sneered, moving in closer to peer at Kuroko, wondering slightly if there really was an ounce of concern hidden somewhere on Kuroko's face. However, instead of answering Kuroko's question, Haizaki flashed a taunting expression instead as he towered over the shorter male.

"Hah, are you sure that it wasn't because you spooked me after coming from out of nowhere, Tetsuya~?" Haizaki then pulled Kuroko towards him with an arm around his shoulder. "You did scare me a lot, you know."

Kuroko was on pretty good terms with that Kise, Haizaki smirked to himself. He could get some dirt about Kise from if he played it well.

"I'm sure that it wasn't me, Haizaki-kun." Kuroko then tilted his head and pointed a stare towards Haizaki's still-opened locker. "Whatever was in your locker scared you a lot more than I did."

"There's nothing scary in my locker." Haizaki sneered. "And even if f there was, it didn't fuckin' scare me and I don't need you worrying about me, get it?"

Unperturbed by the threat in Haizaki's tone, Kuroko merely responded with a curt nod, fixing the wrist band on his arm, "Very well. If you insist that there's nothing wrong, then I'll take your word for it." As he turned on his heel, Kuroko turned towards the locker room entrance just about to leave. "However, Haizaki-kun, I apologize, but unfortunately for you, I must inform the captain and Akashi-kun about your actions towards Aomine-kun's locker."

Haizaki could only roll his eyes at Kuroko's retreating figure. He didn't give a shit about Aomine's locker. His mind was all on the fuckin' bastard who had the guts to give him chocolates.

SLAM!

Haizaki sent one last punch against the damaged locker, its door squeaking out a creak and nearly breaking off its hinges. He glared at it for a moment before looking towards his own locker and snatching the chocolates out of it.

With a new scowl on his lips, he stuffed them into his gym bag before sauntering out of the locker room, determined to toss them out into a spit-fire.

He'd find the asshole who had the guts to give him some chocolates.