Edited. Mistakes made me cringed.

Chapter 1

The Shutoku Basketball Club practice has ended almost two hours ago and as usual, the first year duo was among the last ones to come out. Their senpai was still practicing in the other gym and if it wasn't for their English essay due tomorrow (and first subject), they too would probably be still sweating bullets on the court. Seeing Miyaji working hard encouraged them to double their practice, but days like this were bound to get in the way, too.

"Well, we could always make it up tomorrow." The shorter of the two said brightly with his hands behind his head as they made their way to the gate. The green-haired male beside him tipped his glasses in agreement, clutching a stuffed rabbit to his side. How he could carry that around with a straight face never cease to amuse Takao.

"Of course, nanodayo."

"What was the English essay about agai—Ah!"

Midorima Shintaro almost jumped at the sudden exclamation of his teammate who had paused dramatically along the way.

"Gah! I left my notebook under the desk!" Takao has his hands on his hair, eyes wide. "Shin-chan, go wait by the rickshaw! I'll be back!"

And with that, Midorima was left alone boring holes on Takao's back.

"You better be back, nanodayo." He grumbled. After all, it was Takao's turn to pedal and there's no way he would walk home or spend extra money for a ride.

"Man, I never thought I'd forget it." Takao mumbled to himself, scratching the back of his head.

Luckily for him, the door wasn't lock and he slipped himself inside just fine. The problem was that he couldn't find his forgotten notebook under his desk. He also checked Midorima's desk, just in case, and of course, nothing was there. Frowning, he remembered that some desks were actually interchanged when cleaning.

The dark-haired male let out a huge and annoyed sigh. He'd have to check under each desk to find his notebook. And if that wasn't troublesome.

"Ughhhh…"

Moments later, he stumbled upon a notebook but when he pulled it out, he was disappointed to find that it wasn't his. He stuck it back under the desk and proceeded on his mission.

It was a whole three minutes that he finally found his forgotten notebook.

"There you are." Takao breathed wearily. He sat on the desk (the one with his notebook) and checked the pages of his notebook to make sure nothing is missing. He tended to stick his quiz and exam papers in between pages. Nothing seemed lost, though.

After tucking it safely inside his bag, he was about to exit the classroom when he remembered the other notebook. The one that wasn't his, obviously. Maybe that desk was moved too and then tomorrow, the owner would go crazy looking for it. His classmates might hide it, too, upon finding.

Well, another minute wouldn't kill Shin-chan, he thought to himself with an agreeing nod.

Because he doesn't want his fellow classmate to suffer the way he did, Takao decided to place the notebook on the rightful desk and for him to do that, he has to find out the owner. Surely, a name is scribbled somewhere on it. He just hoped that he would remember where this person was sitting at. If he doesn't, then he'll just put it under his and hand it back to the owner safely.

See? Takao Kazunari is a good classmate.

The dark-haired male pulled out the other notebook (he miraculously still remember which desk was it) and opened a random page.

Which is a huge fail. If you're looking for a name on a notebook, it must be written on the front page.

Nonetheless, it was too late to avoid seeing the name scribbled with a black pen inside a heart.

Midorima Shintaro

Takao blinked back several times then snapped it close. He's invading something personal… of a girl.

"Ah, dammit! I only want to help!" He exclaimed loudly, and before he could change his mind, he placed it back under the desk.

He walked towards the door. He could just forget about this. Of course, despite his teasing to his green-haired teammate, the male was obviously talented… to the point of being labeled freak. Admirers aren't that uncommon.

Takao mentally grimaced.

But still, seeing it with his own eyes…

"Okay, okay. I'm definitely walking out this door!" He announced with his eyes closed and shoulders tensed.

And then he halted, eyes now wide open.

What if that desk was definitely moved? And the owner of that new desk found the notebook and (out of kindness) would decide to return it to the rightful owner? And by accident, would also come across the… the heart?

Things would get worse. If Midorima's admirer didn't confess her (or his?) feelings to the male even though it's already the second semester, then she (he?) probably doesn't have any plans in doing so! And surely, if someone discovered it, the news would spread faster than wildfire.

Takao doesn't give a flying care for the green-haired fellow's feelings but he does care about the girl's! (or gay's!)

(He's open-minded.)

And he may be or may be not a bit… a tweeny, twiny curious himself.

"But I'd keep it to myself…" He muttered, his feet walking back to the desk without his knowledge.

After a minute of pondering, he decided to open the front page, muttering about keeping it a secret all the time.

It was a Mathematics notebook. Takao smirked. She (He?) really must be bored of her (his?) mind to doodle that. Finally, his gaze drifted lower and lower to the name scribbled on the corner.

Maihara Ruka.

"Shin-chan's seatmate?"