Title: Puberty

Summary: Hanamiya sees and feels love differently from most people, or maybe he just experiences it in it's purest form without the illusions.

Word Count: 961 Words

Note- Any italicized quotes are from one of my favorite books, The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison. I highly recommend the book!

I think I am breaking out of my writer's block! Hurray! Sorry I have not been replying to reviews; my schedule is rather busy and is getting busier. Also, just something to tell everyone ahead of time, I will not be updating at around the end of October/Early November. I will be on holiday!

Btw- Despite my deep love for Hanamiya (he truly does feel like my son to me), I love the idea of him being miserable. XD

His reputation of the bad boy of basketball had also had many people falsely believing in High School that Hanamiya was incapable of love. It was not true. How could he not believe in love, desire it, and feel it?

His parents had a wonderful relationship, and filled every object, action, and touch with love, to the point it made the house heavy from the weight of it. The air was musty and sweet with it, and if Makoto focused hard enough, he saw the rich colors that melded and blended together.

The knowledge of love - whether due to his genius or his parents' teachings - made the teenager despise most of his classmates. They never had faint colors in their steps like his father's when the elder man taught Makoto to play basketball, and no one's words were sweet fruit that perfumed the air like the stories his mother read to him at night as a child. No, the point guard was spoiled by love, pressed to the time in his life that he did not have to experiment and learn like his innocent - or idiotic as he preferred to call them - classmates. There was no ignorant throwing of seeds haphazardly on the ground to see if it will grow; love that is colorful, sweet, and thick as the rich earth underneath could never come so carelessly.

Imayoshi tried to tell him love was different for everyone. The Uncrowned King disagreed. Love could be different in intensity and intention, but love was the same. It soaked the lungs in heavy syrup yet one could still keep their head afloat and breathe in more. Love was to be reckless and naive and beautiful and mature all at once. Someone needed all of those things to love. Being to mature meant that one could only dabble in relationships where the reward outweighed the risks, and to be naive and reckless would only produce "choking sounds and silence."

The twisted Middle School Captain needed to get his eyes checked. Shoichi thought for a long time that Makoto was asexual. Another fallacy born from assumption. No, he had sexual thoughts and desired sex greatly. But he never chased or saught out gratification in his peers. There were no colors or escalading bliss in it; at least, there was not any in the desperate grinding of savage teens.

"... I begin to feel those bits of colour floating up into me... deep in me. That streak of green from the june-bug light, the purple from the berries trickling along my thighs, Mama's lemonade yellow runs sweet in me. Then I feel like I'm laughing between my legs, and the laughing gets all mixed up with the colours, and I'm afraid I'll come, and I'm afraid that I won't. But I know I will. And I do. And it be rainbow all inside..."

Hanamiya's Captain was upset that he could not tease the younger elite for his transformation through puberty. No crushes, no fumbles, just a bad boy who knew how to play the game of basketball and life with ease. No embarrassing encounters with adults or other teens, no break downs, and nothing to poke fun of when Shoichi was bored. It was almost sad that Makoto did not have these things to make his life interesting, at least, that was what the elder man thought.

Imayoshi gets the leverage he desired in his third year. The Miracles came into the court, and while they were doing well, they struggled against Hanamiya's spider web with Imayoshi's help. Their newest recruit participating in the Winter Cup tournament, Kise Ryouta, seemed especially annoyed and frustrated by the events. Akashi however, swifted ended it all during the second quarter when he ordered the blonde to take the bench and called for their trump card. The damn name, Kuroko Tetsuya, vibrated through Makoto's whole frame and made him dizzy. His legs quivered and for the first time, his knees buckled in excitement and fear. The rainbow he saw only when he closed his eyes in orgasm at night was blinding him now. Good lord no...

Pale, ethereal skin, faint-blue eyes and hair, and round-cheekbones of a child should not do this to him... he dismissed himself from the court and did his best to not break his facade of calm (even though he could see Shoichi holding back his chuckles like the fucking sadist he was).

The Uncrowned King's body trembled with a rush of adrenaline, arousal, and turmoil, and Hanamiya immediately sprinted for their designated locker room as soon as he knew that he was out of sight. The team's ace shivered and took a shaky breath. It was not even pleasurable to be flooded with the overwhelming sensation; it was clawing at him and firing a deadly amount of euphoria shooting through him. Makoto slammed his head against the locker and writhed against the cool, cold metal. Damn... there was nothing pretty about this and the point guard was angry at himself for becoming a sloppy, uncontrollable mess on the floor, panting like a tired dog trapped in a hurricane.

"Aw Hanamiya, you are finally growing up." A sinister voice cooed. The bad boy was so preoccupied that he had not even heard the monstrous elder slip in. "Is it beautiful? So beautiful you are going to cry?" The bad boy wanted to tell his senior to "fuck off" but knew it would only come out cracked and weak. "Ah Hanamiya, crown or no crown, I know you have your pride. It is quite adorable." Oh, Imayoshi knew just how to pour salt into infected wounds...

The silence afterwards made it worse because the only thing the basketball prodigy could think of was Kuroko Tetsuya. Fuck he was a masochist to start thinking this was becoming a tiny bit pleasurable...

"It seems puberty is always a foe to everyone, even someone like you."

"You shut your mouth." But the other was right; Makoto had his pride and he would always hate Kuroko for that day...