After the fifteen minutes were up, Hanamiya ruffled Imayoshi's hair a bit before papping him on the head a few times.
"Get up, idiot, time's up." He grumbled to a still very sleepy Imayoshi.
Imayoshi grunted in reply but opened his eyes and looked at the other boy. Man, did Hanamiya really love those eyes. But, he headbutted the other anyways.
"Ow, what the heeeelll, Makoo-chaaann!" Imayoshi complained and rubbed his head as the other slipped out of the bed for the second time that morning.
"My mom wanted us to talk to her after I got you up," He informed the other as he straightened up his clothes.
"Mmm... Can I borrow some clothes?" Imayoshi asked groggily.
"Whatever, go ahead," Hanamiya shrugged and waited for the other to get up.
He walked lazily to Hanamiya's dresser and grabbed a pair of his basketball shorts and pulled them on, grabbing a black tee and wrestling with it a little in his sleepy daze.
"You look like an idiot," Hanamiya laughed watching the other.
"Shush, I'm tired," He groaned and rubbed his face before he realized he wasn't wearing his glasses.
He walked over to the bedside table and grabbed them, setting them on his face and looking over at Hanamiya again.
"My team probably knows about us by now," He reminded the other. Hanamiya just shrugged in reply, and that made Imayoshi smile. He was glad that Hanamiya wasn't completely against it, I guess hiding it is more annoying than public affection now.
Hanamiya walked out the door with the other, leaving their phones since they didn't need them to talk to his mom. When they walked out, they were greeted with the smell of eggs, rice and tuna.
"Mom? You made us food?" He asked as he walked into the kitchen where his mom was serving up the food onto three nice plates.
"Of course, I don't want Shoichi-kun to pass out at practice today," She smiled over her shoulder at the boys and gave them their plates, picking hers up and walking to the table.
She sat down and patted the table with the two seats across from her. Hanamiya was shaking a little, still nervous about what she was going to say.
They both sat down and Imayoshi smiled at Hanamiya's mom with his usual smile, his eyes closed again. "Thank you for the food," He said as he took a bite of the eggs.
"These are so good, Hanamiya-chan! You're an excellent cook!" Imayoshi commented and she was grinning widely. Hanamiya couldn't help but smile a little, too, despite his shaking.
He slid one hand into Imayoshi's under the small table, holding his hand tightly. Imayoshi gripped his hand back, he was pretty sure Hanamiya was gonna break his wrist and he could feel his shaking. But he was pretty ecstatic with the affection of him going to Imayoshi for comfort.
"What'd you wanna talk about, mom?" Hanamiya asked cautiously, taking a bite of his eggs as well and savoring it. His mom really was a good cook, even if Imayoshi said it to suck up to his mom a little bit for everything that happened last night.
"Right," She said after she swallowed and took a drink of the tea she brought out as well. "I wanted to say I was sorry for last night. I really do find your relationship with each other rather cute, not disgusting. I just freaked out because I didn't... Want to admit to myself that my son was having sex with the kid his senpai. I'm sorry for blowing up, but at least... Just keep the sex to the bedroom from now on?" She asked the last part a bit nervously.
Imayoshi choked back a laugh from around his eggs and Hanamiya glared, gripping his hand even more. "Ow, ow.. Okay, sorry," He mumbled to the other.
"Thank you.. Mom, it means a lot. I'm sorry for last night, I really am, it wasn't right. I'm glad you're not mad anymore, though," Hanamiya answered a little shakily but he smiled at his mom and Imayoshi gave him an encouraging thumb tap on his hand. He was rubbing little circles into his hand like he always did to Hanamiya's back when he thought he was asleep, and it calmed Hanamiya down a lot more than he'd like to ever admit.
"I'm glad you two are happy, and I look forward to seeing you a lot more, Shoichi-kun," She smiled at the both of them. A completely pure, happy, supporting smile. Imayoshi imagined Hanamiya with such a warm smile, and his stomach knotted up but he smiled back at his boyfriends mom.
"You don't have to keep using the honorific, Hanamiya-chan. I'm gonna be around for a while, so there's no harm," Imayoshi assured her with a warm smile of his own. Hanamiya was absolutely enthralled by how smoothly this was going, he was pretty sure his mom was going to try and split them up or something after last night. He was happy to know she wouldn't, she was too nice, anyways.
"Thank you, Shoichi.. Now, eat up, you have practice," She grinned and they all happily went to eating and joking around. Imayoshi got a few smacks upside the head from Hanamiya, which made his mom laugh. And they had a wonderful morning.
Imayoshi and Hanamiya finally went back to the room to get their phones and brush their teeth, a sigh of reluctance coming from them both.
"I'm glad that went well," Imayoshi commented after he spit the toothpaste out and dried his mouth. Hanamiya hummed as he finished up brushing his teeth and they went back to the room, checking their phones.
"Momoi told them. They took it rather well, despite the yelling and minimal surprise. I guess I make it obvious?" Imayoshi joked and got another smack from Hanamiya.
"Just shut up and go to practice, idiot," He growled and pushed Imayoshi out the front door and they walked on their way.
When they reached the gym, Hanamiya sighed as he walked in with Imayoshi. The older managed to talk Hanamiya into practicing with them, so he was there and completely annoyed. When they walked in, they got stares from his team mates but instantly looked away when Hanamiya glared at them and went back to their practice.
"Ima-chan! You're late! And why are you wearing that? Why's Hana-chan here?" Momoi bounded up to them with a mad look.
"He talked me into practicing with you guys since I didn't have plans for today," Hanamiya sighed and Imayoshi just grinned in return.
Momoi just huffed and shooed them to the locker rooms to change.
"What the hell am I even going to wear? I didn't bring anything," Hanamiya groaned when Imayoshi went into his locker. His question was answered when he got Imayoshi's uniform thrown at him.
"What? No, no way. This is just for your sick enjoyment, isn't it?" Hanamiya growled at the older.
"Of course it is, Mako-chaaann~" Imayoshi smiled and opened his eyes to look at him half-pleadingly. He knew his eyes always worked on Hanamiya, and they definitely did speaking of the look that Hanamiya gave him when he huffed in defeat.
He changed into the others uniform and crossed his arms.
"It's too big on me," Hanamiya commented. It wasn't too big, but a little baggy on him. Imayoshi just shrugged and pushed him out before he had the chance to change his mind.
"Wearing your boyfriends jersey? Cute," Aomine commented.
"Oh? You're here for once, Aomine-kun?" Imayoshi asked with his usual shit eating grin. He just got a shrug in reply while Hanamiya was glaring holes into the both of them.
"Alright! Let's start with our practice, then!" Imayoshi called to the teammates who were staring at Hanamiya in disbelief.
"How did he talk him into that?" "He's probably so pissed right now." "Watch out, I don't feel like getting my knee kicked out."
Hanamiya rolled his eyes at the words being flown around as they went on with practice.
Afterwards Imayoshi and Hanamiya stayed after the rest of them left for some one-on-one.
Imayoshi had won, as per usual.
"You got better, Mako-chan," Imayoshi panted and took a big gulp of water. Hanamiya just shrugged and rubbed his sweat away with his wrist.
Imayoshi pulled the other to him randomly, causing the other to lose his feeting and they both fell to the floor. And they laughed, full laughs, as they laid on the ground together.
"I hate you," Hanamiya mumbled against the others shoulder as they laid there after they both calmed down.
"I hate you, too," Imayoshi hummed and ran his fingers through Hanamiya's hair. They were absolutely stuck together, there was no way either of them would want something like this to end.
Even if they hated each others guts and thought of killing the other quite often, they loved each other. To bits and pieces. And they hated that fact more than they hated each other. But they admitted it and accepted it, fully ready to carry that hate on their shoulders.
They gave each other a small kiss before getting up and heading into the locker rooms and change, going their separate ways until the next weekend where they would surely would not be as lovely as they had been. They'd go back to normal, have their moments, and their huge fights.
But this time, they wouldn't have to hide. They'd hang out with Hanamiya's mom a lot more, they'd laugh with her and joke with her. And it'd be alright.
Hanamiya was in inner turmoil all the time, but it's not like Imayoshi wasn't, either. They still had no clue how to deal with their relationship but they'd just ride it out together and probably have those times where they'd completely ignore each other for a few weeks.
And that was fine, because they'd always end up getting back together and having revenge sex. With each other. They'd always end up going back to sleep in Hanamiya's bed with the circles on Hanamiya's back that he loved so much and the sleepy eyes he got to see in the mornings.
And Imayoshi would get to see Hanamiya's softer side on occasions, have him cling to him during sex or when they're fast asleep and he wasn't fully aware of what was happening. He loved to wake up to those warm eyes and that soft, fruit smell of his breath in the morning when he just freshly brushed with his favorite toothpaste and had breakfast.
They hated each other, no way around it.
This is the end. I didn't have many other ideas for it, and sorry I'm posting this so late. I posted it on AO3 and forgot to do it here, too. If you wish to see more of my works in the future, I'll be posting on my AO3 instead. This site is a little too confusing for me. (Same username of this account on AO3 so go and subscribe to me there!)
