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It was 11:30 and Kuroko was getting ready to go. He looked around the living room to check that none of his friends who had all decided to stay the night were awake and when he saw no one stirring he quietly got up and walked out the front door. When he turned around to shut the door he ran into something hard.

Kuroko mentally died in his head when he saw Midorima glaring down at him.

"Kuroko. Where do you think you're going?" Midorima asked slowly, shutting the door behind him and leaving them out in the cold.

"Uhhh. I was. Going for a walk?" Kuroko tried. He knew that the green haired boy wouldn't fall for his lies, but he didn't want to tell him the truth either.

"A walk. To where?" Midorima asked skeptically.

"Just around the neighborhood..."

"Right." Midorima let out a long sigh.

"I am not happy with you. I understand you have reasons for what you did, but that does not mean I accept them. I don't care what you do but...I don't want to see you get hurt. Promise me you will come back safe by morning." Midorima finally said.

"I promise Midorima-kun. I'll be back by morning. I'm just going to meet Hanamiya-kun." Kuroko took in a sharp breath as he accidentally let Hanamiya's name slip out.

"Hanamiya? Hm. I'll still let you go but only because your sign is ranked first according to Oha Asa. You have your lucky item right? And your phone? Call me if anything goes wrong. If you're not back by 8 in the morning, I will personally escort you to hell for not being able to take care of yourself like you should. Is that clear?" Midorima asked.

"Yes. Thank you Midorima-kun." Kuroko said quickly walking away from his tsundere friend.

"Just...be careful."

Kuroko paused when he heard Midorima's strained voice behind him.

"I mean, its not like I care, but if you don't come back, the rest of them will have my head on a silver platter." Midorima frowned and looked away.

"Of course Midorima-kun. You don't have to worry about me." Kuroko said, his voice wafting through the air as he kept walking.


When Kuroko reached the park, it was 11:50 pm and there was already a figure standing by the swings.

"Oh my. You're early. What's the rush?" Hanamiya crooned when he saw Kuroko.

"Hanamiya-kun, I'm only here because you said you would give Kagami-kun back," Kuroko said tersely. Looking up at Hanamiya's smirking face, he had no idea why Kiyoshi thought he was even remotely a good person.

"What are you talking about? I sent Kagami back an hour ago..." Hanamiya said, for once in his life looking confused.

"What did you do to him?" Kuroko asked, unwilling to show any emotion on his face even though his mind was thrown into confusion.

"Nothing. I found him sobbing his tiny heart out so I gave him some coffee and sent him on his way after calling you."

"W-why would you do that?" Kuroko asked staring at Hanamiya.

"Thats none of your business, trash." As Hanamiya turned around to grab his drink from the ground, the moonlight caught his pale arms that were covered in scars.

"What are you staring at?" Hanamiya said, emotionless.

"Your arms..." Kuroko began.,

"Shut it, I don't want your pity." Hanamiya said looking away and folding his arms into his chest.

Kuroko glanced up at Hanamiya's eyes only to find sadness and guilt.

"Hanamiya-kun do you want to make a deal?"

"What kind of deal can crap like you make?" Although his words were harsh, Kuroko could see that his mask was cracking.

"You tell me why you do that to yourself and why you're so upset, and I'll tell you a secret about myself." Kuroko said. He had no idea if this was going to work, but seeing Hanamiya so run down was upsetting him.

"This is so stupid. Fine. Whatever," Hanamiya replied.

"Please speak when you're ready Hanamiya-kun."

"My parents never liked me. I was a mistake because I would destroy everything I touched. I told myself over and over that I didn't need anyone to love me and that I would make it my life mission to destroy as much as I could. That's why I started playing basketball the wrong way. I met Kiyoshi in middle school. That idiot was the only one who would talk to me because he wasn't scared of me for some reason. He thought I still had some good left in me or something. I hated him for being so happy, for believing in me when I didn't believe in myself. When I played in games his voice would nag me when I hurt others so I tried to push him away." Hanamiya took in a deep breath trying to compose himself.

"Last year during the match, I noticed his knee was hurting him. I was the one that gave the signal to injure him. I thought if I hurt him enough he would leave me alone and I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. I was wrong. I destroyed my only hope and that was unforgivable to me, so I started destroying more. I destroyed everything I saw...including myself. I thought I could keep going on like this, but Kiyoshi isn't having any of it. He texted me yesterday saying he wanted to meet, but how can I face him after I ruined his life even though he only tried to help me?" Hanamiya's voice broke then and a single tear streamed down his face before he hurriedly wiped it away.

Kuroko gazed at him in sympathy. It was clear that Hanamiya wasn't faking his emotions for once. The ravenette's chest was heaving as he tried to calm himself and his hands were shaking.

"Maybe you should apologize Hanamiya-kun? And talk about it with Kiyoshi-san? I'm sure he would forgive you." Kuroko offered quietly.

"I'm too cowardly to face him after all I've done."

"We'll go together," Kuroko stated, deciding that Hanamiya didn't deserve to live like this.

"Why are you helping me?" Hanamiya asked suspiciously.

"Because...I'm like you too." Kuroko said as he pulled up his wristbands and showed Hanamiya his wrists.


Yay! So that random tragic backstory just ended up in there. Poor Hana-kun. I hope you guys liked it!

-Sasha