There were a lot of things in the world that pissed Hanamiya Makoto off. If he were forced to make a list, the top irritations would likely be human beings who seemed to be put on this earth to push his buttons. The first was Kiyoshi Teppei, strong and dependable, a real team player who always had a plan. Hanamiya hated positive, upbeat people. What the hell kind of excuse did they have for being so happy? He would never admit to not understanding what it meant to bond with people. He kept them at such a distance, and getting close only meant he would cause them to suffer. He didn't feel guilt over such things. From youth, he had enjoyed the pain of others. It was something he seemed to be born with, and maybe his sense of what was right, and what was wrong was nonexistent. He shrugged these thoughts off with a shiver. The last thing the frowning point guard wanted was to go soul searching.
Shivering again, he grumbled obscenities under his breath and pulled a box of mochi from the freezer section of the supermarket. Turning, he found himself nose to nose with Imayoshi Shoichi. "Fuck!" Hanamiya dropped his treat and took a step backwards. Imayoshi chuckled to himself. "Sorry Hana, did I scare you?" Hanamiya glared at him, his gaze never leaving the older boy's face as he bent down to retrieve the box. "No, and don't call me Hana." Imayoshi turned the box over in his hands. "I thought you hated sweet things." Hanamiya grunted, "I do." He knew turning his back to the former Tōō captain would be a bad move, but he couldn't stand the small smile forming on Imayoshi's lips. His fists clenched and his face flushed. "These are my favorite kind." Hanamiya glanced over his shoulder. "No shit, idiot. I do listen when you talk." Imayoshi's arms snaked around the slighter boys' waist, his warm breath tickling the back of Hanamiya's neck. "What a sweet sentiment, Hana." The Kirasaki Daichi captain was torn between head bashing his skull back into Imayoshi's nose or kicking him in the balls. A thought of nah he'll need those later rose in the back of his mind before Hanamiya snorted out loud and whirled around, loosening his squinty bastard boyfriends grip and almost toppling them both over. He planted a hard kiss on those smirking lips before stomping hard on Imayoshi's foot. "I hope you choke on them, you smug ass." Hanamiya murmured, but his usual venom wasn't in it. Imayoshi would have made a dirty remark, but he didn't want to ruin the moment, so he just smiled helplessly and entwined his fingers with his wicked, twisted, genius mochi buying other half.