This is the semi- sequel to Basketballs. You don't have to read that story to get this one. This one isn't as funny as Basketballs. I tried to make it funny, but it just wasn't working out. P.s. I'm back!

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"How about that one Shin-chan? She's pretty cute."

Midorima looked at the girl that Takao was indicating with blank eyes. He had to admit that she was pretty cute with long silky straight hair and almond colored eyes. She was wearing a green kimono and getas. Traditional was the thought that flickered through Midorima's mind.

"She's fine."

Takao looked at him in exasperation. "That's what you been saying for every girl I pointed to! To drop dead gorgeous models to shy adorable nerds."

The shooter shrugged. "They don't interest me." He pushed up his glasses.

The black haired teen wanted to smack him. He thought for sure the last one would be Shin-chan's type. He looked like the type to go for the traditional girl of their culture.

But he wasn't giving up. He was determined to find his partner's type. He had 50 bucks riding on this.

"If this is all you're going to do then I'm leaving." Midorima said getting up from the park bench they were sitting on, well that was the objective but Takao grabbed his arm.

"Please throw me a bone here Shin-chan! Are you gay, straight or asexual? If you're gay am I your type?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

A vain popped on the side of Midorima's head as he glared at the smirking idiot.

Takao saw it coming, but didn't dodge it as Shin-chan uppercut him before walking off.

The hawk eye player felt better. At least he wasn't the only one in a foul mood.

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It wasn't the first time that someone tried to guess his type of woman he was interested in. Aomine and Kise tried that foolishness back in middle school. But they didn't come close to finding out and never will.

"I'm home." he called out as he took off his shoes and place them neatly in the foyer. There was no answer but he wasn't surprised. His father was still at the Hospital and his mother was probably out shopping for groceries.

He went up the stairs to his room, locking the door behind him. To be fair his type wasn't his own race. He liked his woman… darker, curvier.

As his laptop booted up, he went through the messages on his phone, noticing Kise and Momoi texting him. He ignored them for now. He also got a new text from Takao. Usually he would've ignored, especially after today, but some instinct made him open the text.

He should've never opened it.

His idiot partner sent a very… provocative picture of a woman naked with the text, 'is this your type?' How he even got that picture Midorima would never know.

Blood rushed out through his nose as he fainted from the blood lost. The next time he woke up, he was in bed with his mother on his bedside giving him a knowing smirk and muttering boys will be boys.

He was going to kill Takao.

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The End!

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