Note from the Author:

Almost all the characters in this story, I tried to stay as true as I possibly can. There's one character though that I had to make up and that is Midorima's little sister. I picked her name, Shizuko and created her personality since there was literally no information on her.
That tiny section with her in it may change/rewritten depending if there will be new information released on her!

Also, I have next to nothing information about Japanese middle schools so I am sorry if information on the setting in this story is inaccurate. I come from Australia and here, we don't even have middle schools! We go straight to high school when we reach Year 7 (that is what you get when population is small in comparison to land size!).

But overall, I hope I captured the personalities and the essence of each character in this short story and that you enjoy reading it!

Important Notice:

The End of Year Exams shall commence tomorrow.

Be prepared. Study Hard.

Be Ever Victorious!

Midorima Shintaro, holding his lucky item, stared at the daily notice board. Tomorrow was going to be the beginning of a long battle against the leader. I must defeat Akashi! Not once did Akashi get toppled off the Emperor's pedestal. No one has knocked Akashi off the first place in any subject.

The only person who ever came close to touching Akashi's high position was Midorima in biology and chemistry… but no… he didn't. He didn't beat Akashi. Close. Not quite yet.

But this year will be different. Midorima has spent a hundred percent of his energy making sure everything was in order for him to reach his fullest potential in this end of year exams.

Rolling pencils, lucky item, Momoi's special notes… The list scrolled through Midorima's mind. He was as prepared as he could ever be. Now all that remains was for Cancer to take the number 1 rank in the Oha-Asa and that was determined by fate.

Man proposes, God disposes. It was his motto. There's so much that Midorima can do but in the end, fate plays a huge part.

RING!~

Midorima sighed. Class time. He walked down the corridor towards his classroom dreading the sight that would irritate him to no end. Aomine Daiki, his teammate in basketball and classmate, sleeping! SLEEPING! Sleeping when the end of year exams were so close!

It amazes Midorima how Aomine could survive with himself with such appalling grades. Well, I guess he has basketball as his future. He turned into the classroom and saw the correctly predicted scene that beheld in front of his eyes.

Aomine Daiki. Sleeping. On the desk in front of Midorima's.

Midorima sighed again and took his position behind the dark blue-haired freak, carefully placing his lucky item on his desk.

The teacher hasn't arrived yet. It's worth one more shot. Before he could decide against it, Midorima picked up his pencil and poked it straight into Aomine's side. And just like that, in a flash with incredible reflexes, a dark-skinned hand swiped the pencil out of Midorima's hand and out of his reach.

"Hey!" he said, "Give me back my pencil!"

A stifled yawn answered Midorima's cry.

"Give me back my pencil," Midorima demanded again.

"Why should I?" Aomine drawled, staring at him with one eye, the other closed sleepily, "Why did you poke me anyway? I was sleeping."

"Sleeping!?" Midorima responded furiously, "Why are you even sleeping when the end of year exam is tomorrow?"

"It's tomorrow?"

"Yes idiot!"

"I'll just ask Satsuki for the notes and look at them tonight," Aomine said lazily.

"But..."

"Who cares? As long as I pass, I am okay with my score," Aomine continued.

"But...it isn't right!" Midorima said weakly.

Silence. Then the sound of snoring floated up to Midorima's ears. Unbelievable! He is asleep...AGAIN! And he has my PENCIL! Midorima glared at Aomine's hand which still clutched the pencil he used as a poking device but he knew Aomine enough to dismiss the idea of retrieving the pencil back.

Despite being a dunderhead, a large one at that, Aomine was a magnificent basketball player with unusual strength and speed. Poking him was risky but easy. Taking something from his grip, that's an entirely different story. With his own strength, he might be able to break it free from Aomine's grasp but it would be such a waste of time.

Besides, the pencil was ordinary. His rolling pencils were safe and sound at home. Instead, Midorima impulsively pushed up his glasses as the teacher walked in purposely with a folder loaded with revision papers.

"Class!" he said, "As you all very well know, the end of year exams are tomorrow. I hope that you are all prepared."

Midorima glanced at Aomine's hunched back. We all know that isn't true.

"I have brought revision sheets that you would be able to use to assist in your studies," the teacher continued, "The exams are spread out through three days. You would be able to check what subjects you would be tested in front of the teacher's staffroom."

Midorima gave a satisfied smile and pushed his glasses up again. Been there, did that. Chemistry's first, then maths, then Japanese... He shook his head. Oh what am I doing? I should be listening to the teacher instead! He snapped his attention back to the teacher's instructions.

"-remember to bring your calculator and all stationeries needed. Of course, we shall be providing spares if needed-"

The spares are for people like Aomine.

"-and lastly, be here earlier than the usual time just in case," the teacher concluded, "The revision sheets are being passed around now."

Midorima could see the papers passing through the students before a sudden dilemma crossed his mind. The papers would have to go straight through Aomine before arriving to him. This is why I hate sitting at the back...especially behind a sleeping giant.

"Wake up. Wake up!" he hissed at Aomine's back.

Nothing. He could see the last two revision sheets on Aomine's desk next to his furled up arms. That is IT! He summed up all the energy he could muster and kicked Aomine's chair. It gave out a scraping noise.

"Wake up!" Midorima repeated.

"Hmm..."

"Pass a revision paper to me...and don't forget my pencil."

"Eh?"

He saw Aomine slowly looked down at the pencil under his clutched fist and the revision papers.

"Mmm..."

Aomine dropped the pencil and the two revision sheets on Midorima's desk. Midorima sighed again and adjusted his glasses.

"You know, one of the sheets is for you," he said matter-of-factly.

No reply. Aomine was back into his slumber. This guy... Midorima shook his head in annoyance and looked down at his revision sheet. Aomine can do whatever he wants.

He balanced the pencil on his hand, ready to answer the first question.