Author's notes: Yes, I am aware that this is a crack!pairing.
Trivia: Apparently, Hanamiya's type of girl is a stupid girl and Momoi ain't stupid and his hobby is reading. (i knooow)
"That's a good book. Very comprehensive."
Hanamiya looked up from the book he was turning over to see the pink haired girl a few inches away from him, doing her own surveying of books on the same shelf. The point guard raised an eyebrow and looked back to the book in his hand.
"Yeah, I read the reviews."
A 'mhmm' of agreement is heard as they continued to drift around the bookshop, looking for something to read. When they ended up at the same aisle again, it was Hanamiya's turn to make small talk.
"How are you doing with The Art of War?" Hanamiya asked, not looking at her, with the book he was reading earlier tucked under his armpit.
"Finished it already." He could practically hear the grin in her face as she said it, knowing how he had mocked her saying that it was not for a girl like her (only it is, he knows, it's perfect for her)
"I bet you'll be using that for your maid - oh sorry, manager- duties huh?" He said, with no bite in his words and waited if she'd take the bait—
"You're awfully talkative today, Hanamiya-kun."
— of course, she didn't. Hanamiya grinned. After weeks of this routine, he'd be pretty disappointed if she did.
Minutes passed and in that dusty old bookshop, they circled each other among the aisles, never touching and speaking but few sentences. It was odd, and relaxing, as the afternoon light spilled across the bookshop floor.
Hanamiya glanced at his watch. 4:45, time for her to go, like clockwork, like she always does.
5 o'clock rolled around and he could still hear her footsteps padding around the shop.
Then, 5:30.
"The hell are you still doing here?" It's getting late and he's not so far gone to walk her home when his house is all the way at the other end of the city.
Momoi looked up at him, sitting at one of the few comfortable couches in the bookshop, Silently, she stood up and shrugged. "Passing time, I guess"
Hanamiya raised an eyebrow, inwardly chuckling at her audacity. "I'm not walking you home you know. I ain't no gentleman."
The pinkette rolled her eyes, "Would've never mistaken you for one."
The dark haired teen shrugged and went to the cashier to pay. Stepping out the shop, he was not surprised to find Momoi outside, fiddling with her phone. Probably to call her stupid best friend.
Yawning loudly and stretched, Hanamiya pretended not to notice her and mused to himself, "Ah, stupid coach"
"Hmm?"
Hanamiya shrugged, "I need to buy stuff for the team."
Momoi grinned with eyes twinkling, "Yeah? What stuff?"
Glaring and nearly sputtering, the point guard grunted "Confidential."
The pinkette smiled and pushed herself off the wall she was leaning on, "I know a good sports shop just by the station."
Shoving his hands into his pockets, Hanamiya could almost laugh at himself -this was just swell- , "Is this a trap where you'd lead me to your house and have your way with me?"
"Hah. You wish."
Her voice traveled as she was already walking away, leading him. The sun was orange and bright against her pink hair and Hanamiya might just be cursing the gods.
Okay, so maybe he's not too far gone to walk her home but the station's okay right?
End notes: He's pretty cute, okay? And I edited this, so it's not fully a copy of what I posted in tumblr.
