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It all started with an unexpected trip to the convenience store several blocks over.

Sometimes, this store kept stock of the more recent volumes of the manga that the Seirin High Basketball Team had their on. And it was an hour of roaming around the vicinity after a Saturday basketball practice that Izuki ventured inside and decided to have a look around.

He headed to the refrigerated beverages section first and took a mineral water in his hand as to appear inconspicuous. He walked slowly towards the shelves containing the daily newspapers, magazines and his main motive for entering the store, the small collection of manga.

He glanced side to side, as if awaiting for a wild creature to appear from nowhere and assault him. Truth to be told, he was scared. Terrified even. He remembered this part of the city; this place was near where his middle school was. He didn't mind the majority of the people, they didn't care. But he didn't want to meet his old classmates.

The thought of meeting them again nibbled at the pang resonating throughout his chest. Anxious. It would be the perfect term to describe what he felt at the moment. He took a deep breath.

Just as he was about three steps away from the shelf, it was that moment that he heard it. He heard the voice.

"Izuki?"

He almost immediately sucked in a deep breath. Shutting his eyes tight, he waited a second before opening them again and facing the source.

Izuki would be called a loony if he described her as being the same as ever. She simply wasn't. There was something different about her, but he wasn't sure what it was. Was it that she had to look up at him now? Maybe she still looked the same - was it her face that was as scrubbed with the redness of pimples as ever, or the roundness of her jaw that remained consistent?

She furrowed her eyebrows. He still hasn't snapped out of it.

"Um, okay," she nodded her head and retreated a step back, after realizing that no, he wasn't going to budge. She still hadn't said her apologies.

One thing Izuki Shun was sure though - she was still a rude, ungrateful, spiteful person.

And then she smiled, "It's been a while."

When Izuki still had yet to make a notion to reply, her left eye twitched. "Where do you study now?"

Finally. Finally the great Izuki Shun has decided to speak up. She shook her head. "How about you? I've heard that you study at Seirin- wait, was it Seirin? I saw one of your games. It was great."

If she was a personification, it would be a great idea to call her Irascible.

"Thanks."

"A friend of mine always talks about your school. Especially your basketball team. Won't stop talking about Number Five, though I don't know why." His ears perked up at the mention of his jersey. "I even remembered the number because of the amount of times she's talked about it."

It. So he's an it now.

He resisted the urge to scoff. "You should watch again. We have one next week - it's gonna be held by the nearest school here."

"Which one?" she frowned at the statement. How her face looked so familiar with that frown.

"That's all they told me."

"Oh," she breathed a sigh of relief. "So you aren't spying on the team."

He raised a critical eyebrow. "You thought I was?"

"Everyone thought you were." She smiled that devilish grin at him, apparently feeling pleasant with the idea that she affected him in some way. Still sadistic. "Anyway," she looked around the place. "I have to go. Bye!"

After the ringing of the bells on the door stopped, Izuki felt a shiver pass him by.

If someone were to ask Junpei if it was incredibly weird that Izuki would even think those thoughts, then he would agree wholeheartedly. Something was off. Something was very, very wrong.

Izuki Shun. It was Shun who felt all the anger and hatred build up in less than five minutes, and it wold evaporate into nothing after a while. He didn't even know that he could feel all those spite.

He paced on the nearest park and rounded its perimeter at least two and a half times already. He felt like he was being watched, but that wasn't the case. It didn't matter if he was, anyway. There were lots of instances when-

"Is something the problem?"

"KUROKO! You scared me!" His breath hitched and he clutched at his chest for a moment, slightly jumping in the air as he did so. Composing himself, he took a look around.

His teammates were gathered around the park, taking part in at least one kind of activity or so. Why were they here? At least two hours and thirty minutes have passed since the practice was over, and they still hadn't returned home.

Junpei jogged towards him.

"Hey!" he waved. As he came closer, his eyes seem to be contracting far too much for Shun's liking. "Have you seen a ghost?"

Yes.


Hello there!
It felt a little wrong writing about Izuki feeling angry, or even contempt. But it seemed to fit for him, kind of. A little Izuki Angst wouldn't hurt, would it? :D
I just imagined him trying to forget about some part of his middle school days, and this seemed to fit. almost. Even if it doesn't. No. It really doesn't.
I wanted to write something more detailed since I didn't want it to be vague and annoying, but for the life of me trying to figure out a name for a character is not simple or easy. Maybe someday I'd write the next chapter explaining it all or what'll happen because of it (if there is). But for now, this is a oneshot with much loved Izuki Angst.

(Wow I took a writing hiatus for a whole year - I even left the site I usually post my stuff on oh my goodness this seems like a wrong platform to write about)
Please review! :D Not proofread though, sorry. Wrote this in between studying for Biotech and watching episodes seven and eight of LoK ohgosh Wan my precious bb your voice has this chemistry with savaah i cannot
Yes, I am one of those people that like to write for other people's approval... I don't feel like writing for myself will do much to improve my whole person /shrugs/. ANYWAAAYY REVIEW PLEASE THANK YOU I LOVE YOU ALL, MWAH!