Yamazaki
Yamazaki sighs as he leans back in his chair, looking down at the mass of papers spread out on the desk in front of him. Finally, his stupid assignment is finished. He glances at the digital clock next to him and groans in annoyance when he sees how late it is. So much for getting to do something fun before bed. He rubs his face with his large hands tiredly, and he's about to get up when he feels his cellphone buzzing in his pocket.

He picks it up, flicking it open to see he's received a message. Opening it, he grins slightly when he sees it's from you.

(F/n): Good luck with your homework! I know it's tough, but so are you! Kick that assignment's ass, Yamazaki-san!

Yamazaki can't help it. He laughs. Strangely, his irritation from before has completely disappeared.

"I dunno how you always put me in this kinda mood…It's almost like I got my own personal cheerleader." Yamazaki smirks as he stands up and stretches his long body out wearily. "Heh…if I do really well, maybe she'll gimme a kiss to reward all my hard work."

He snickers, looking at the message for a little while longer. Finally he yawns and closes his cellphone, tossing it to the side. He flicks off the light, and immediately collapses into his bed.

Hara
"Mmm…uhh…" The girl, currently straddling Hara, sighs pleasantly…before she tries to sticks her tongue in his mouth.

"…Eh? You trying to steal my gum?" Hara sniggers impishly, as he pulls back from her. She glares at him sharply, which makes him laugh even harder. She rolls her eyes, grabs him by the collar, and pulls him back against her.

Just as they were getting back into it, a loud buzzing suddenly sounds from Hara's pocket. The girl sighs irately as she sits up, crossing her arms over her chest and glowering down at him.

"That better be a phone in your pocket, Hara." She says dryly.

"Hey, I don't bring that out till the second date." Hara smirks mischievously.

"Hara—" She starts, looking even angrier, before he interrupts her.

"Yeah yeah. Don't worry about it. It's probably my captain wanting to bitch at me." Hara replies dismissively, pulling his phone from his pocket. He jolts slightly in surprise as he sees who it's from.

(F/n): Hey Hara-kun! I hope everything goes well with you and that girl. At least if she's with you she's not stealing anyone else's actual boyfriend. I still think you can do much better, but I'll support whatever decision you make. Oh, and remember to stay safe!

"…Heh." Hara smiles slightly, before quickly remembering that someone was watching him, and quite closely at that. His expression goes completely blank as he slides his phone back into his pocket.

"Yeah, my captain's pissed-" Hara starts disinterestedly, as he quickly moves back to the girl.

"It's a message from that girl from before, right?" She inquires coolly, putting her hand on Hara's chest to stop him from getting any closer.

"…So what if it is?" Hara replies, a bit annoyed. She doesn't take the hint that this isn't something he wants to talk about though, and keeps going.

"It's fine. I'm not an idiot, you know. I know you like her. I know you're just using me to get over her." The girl shrugs dismissively. "Honestly, I'm doing the same thing. I really need to forget someone too."

Hara is silent for a few moments. He thinks about her message, and the other ones she's sent, and how sometimes they make his chest feel like its on fire.

"…Then what are we waiting for?" Hara finally mutters in response, looking up at her dispassionately.

The girl lets out a small, breathy laugh, before she grabs him again.

Furuhashi
"Big brother, big brother! Look!" The little boy bounces up and down excitedly, holding out his brother's cellphone to him eagerly.

"…What is it now?" Furuhashi sighs wearily. A washcloth, saturated with ice cold water, had been folded up and placed on his forehead, which was throbbing painfully from the stress of searching for his missing brother and then having to walk through that insanely packed aquarium with him.

"(L/n)-san sent you a message!" The young Furuhashi quickly puts the phone down in his brother's open hand. Furuhashi grunts indignantly, but takes the cloth off his forehead as he looks down to read the message.

(L/n): Hello Furuhashi-san! I know you've had a very tiring day, but I'm sure Furuhashi-kun really appreciates it. And Furuhashi-kun, I hope you had a good day, but don't run away ever again! Let's go visit the aquarium together sometime! You know, when it's not so busy :)

"Aww, (l/n)-san is so nice." The young boy says cheerfully, as he reads over his brother's shoulder.

"Mmm…she is." Furuhashi admits, smiling slightly.

"Oh! We should send her a message back!" The younger brother claps his hands enthusiastically.

"Fine. What do you want to-wait, why are you still awake?!" Furuhashi abruptly sits upright, looking down harshly at his younger brother, who's gone strangely quiet.

"Aww, big brother, come on…"

"Bed. Now. You can send (l/n) a message in the morning."

The younger brother pouts disappointedly, but finally heads towards his own room.

"Good." Furuhashi lets out a relieved exhale, as he returns the cloth to his forehead. "…I'll thank (l/n) in the morning. She really was of great help today..."

Before he can finish the thought, Furuhashi falls fast asleep.

Seto
Seto yawns loudly as he glances down at his knuckles, which he's just finished bandaging up again. It's late, but taking frequent naps during the day affords Seto the luxury of being able to stay awake long into the night. It works out pretty well for him, since he's at his most
productive after the sun goes down, and he's already finished the assignment that he left till the last minute.

"Damn. Better not let Hanamiya see these." Seto mutters to himself as he examines his bruised hands. "Although with Yamazaki forgetting his homework and Hara using his girlfriend to pick up chicks, I'm probably pretty low on his hit list."

Just then, a loud buzzing catches his attention. Seto picks up the phone reluctantly, debating whether or not to check it. On one hand, it could be Hanamiya pissed off about something else. On the other hand…

Finally, Seto, sighing loudly, opens the message. He can't help but smile slightly when he sees it's from you.

"Seems I got lucky…" He mumbles calmly as he reads over your text.

(F/n): Hi Seto-san! I just wanted to check in and make sure you were okay. I hope your injuries are healing well! Next time I'll walk home with you, so if any punks hassle you I can scare them off ;)

Seto barely finishes reading when his phone buzzes again, and a new message comes in.

(F/n):And I really want to thank you for speaking with me today, it helped a lot. You're a great friend Seto-san :) Have a good night!

Seto stares at the phone in his hand for a few moments, his face twisting unpleasantly, as he runs his free hand over his hair.

"The hell…why is she doing this to me…" Seto grunts angrily. And, just as before, a memory surfaces, much to his displeasure.

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"…That team was so annoying. Who's that positive even after they lose?! Dumbasses…"

Hanamiya grumbles, irate as usual, and Seto nods nonchalantly in response. They're on their way home, the evening sky already starting to darken as the basketball game they were watching ran later than expected. Well, later than Seto expected.

"How'd you know they were going to go into overtime?" Seto inquires disinterestedly, his thoughts clearly somewhere else.

Hanamiya hadn't seemed surprised at all that, despite the clear difference in ability between the two teams, they had managed to tie at the end and had to go into overtime.

"Eh? Teams like that are like cockroaches. They have an annoying ability to survive until the bitter end. They refuse to be stamped out until you crush them completely." Hanamiya responds, scoffing menacingly.

Seto nods again, but this time doesn't respond. They walk in complete silence for a little while, before Seto decides he's had enough of waiting.

"So…(f/n) didn't want to join us today? I know Hara and Yamazaki are at that party and Furuhashi is kid-sitting, but she's never missed one of these." Seto asks casually, watching Hanamiya from the corner of his eye.

"I told her to stay home." Hanamiya replies back, his tone just as calm as Seto's. There are a few moments of silence, before Seto abruptly stops dead in his tracks.

"Let's stop wasting time." Seto watches as Hanamiya stops in front of him, but doesn't turn around. It doesn't matter; Seto knows he's listening closely anyways.

"…I thought I was smarter than those two idiots, but I made the same mistake." Seto exhales angrily, staring off to the side. "…I care about (f/n)…too much. She's more important to me than she should be. I don't want-"

"…I know." Hanamiya responds quietly, his back still facing Seto.

Seto recoils slightly in surprise, and narrows his eyes as he stares at his captain. "Oh yeah? Then why are you so calm right now?" Seto asks sardonically, stuffing his hands into his pockets and rocking back on his heels. "Last I checked, you're not a big fan of the 'let's talk it out' method of solving problems."

"What, you want me to hit you?" Hanamiya snorts derisively. "Look, neither of us wanted this to happen, but it did. Shit like this happens no matter how you try and stop it. Besides…"

Hanamiya pauses for a moment, before he finally turns to Seto. His eyes are narrowed in annoyance, but it's his expression that catches Seto's attention most of all…instead of looking furious, like Seto expected, Hanamiya actually looks…frustrated.

"I know this pisses you off way more than it ever could me." Hanamiya murmurs ominously. He closes his mouth in a tight line, staring at the ground while his hands ball into tight fists. But he isn't glaring at Seto…it's as if he wasn't angry at Seto at all.

"…I'll see you at practice. Bye." Hanamiya grunts before sharply turning around and marching off.

"Hey, wait a second!" Seto cries out, stepping forward, but Hanamiya doesn't stop. "Is this it? You're really just going to do nothing?! If someone from Seirin were to—"

"But it's not. It's not one of those idiots from Seirin. It's not some jerkass punk on the street. It's you." Hanamiya exclaims, stopping in his tracks. He looks over his shoulder at Seto, still looking frustrated. "…You're my teammate."

Seto stared back at him in shock for a few moments, before Hanamiya turned his attention back to the sidewalk in front of him, and walked off in the dark. Meanwhile, Seto was left standing there wondering what the hell had just happened.

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"Fuck." He growls. He takes a deep breath, and then violently throws his phone against the opposite wall, where he hears it crack immediately upon impact.

"Fuck!" Seto yells loudly, before he closes his eyes and rests his head in his hands. He's silent for a few minutes, breathing deeply as he tries to calm down, before he decides he doesn't want to think anymore.

Seto stands and walks towards the bathroom, where he washes the product out of his hair, and violently rubs it out with a towel. He steps back into the room, and his eyes dart towards his phone, now resting on the floor.

With a frustrated grunt, he slams down the light switch, and falls down into his bed.

Hanamiya
"…The hell?"

You grumble to yourself in annoyance as you paw through the pile of clothes on the floor. Hanamiya, lying on the bed with a book, chuckles condescendingly as he listens to you complaining, and you turn back and stick your tongue out at him.

"You could help me, you know! You saw them last." You lecture him, looking inside one of your shirts, the one he practically ripped off of you last night, to see if it was hiding in there.

"Why is this my problem? You should take better care of your things." He snorts, waving his hand at you dismissively as his eyes never leave the pages of his book.

"I take very good care of my things! But it's hard to keep track of them when you throw them across the room!" You stand up and place your hands on your hips as you glower at him.

"It wouldn't be a problem if you listened to me and just stopped wearing them altogether." He replies coolly, turning to the next page.

"I'm not going to stop wearing underwear!" You yell at him. He shrugs indifferently, not even bothering to look up at you, and you make a strangling motion with your hands.

The many talents of Hanamiya Makoto: Basketball, exams, and driving you crazy.

"Come on, help me out! I have to go! I have thirty minutes to grab my stuff at my house and get to school on time!" You're getting frantic now, as you start going through his clothes. At least that's enough to get his attention, and he looks up in irritation.

"Don't start messing up my stuff! For fuck's sake…fine, take these." Hanamiya rolls his eyes, opening a drawer by his side and throwing something from inside it at you indignantly. You grab it just before it hits your face, and look down at what's clutched in your hand…

"…Hanamiya, this is your underwear." You say slowly, your cheeks turning red as you hold up a pair of black boxers.

"Obviously." He rolls his eyes again.

You stare at him in disbelief, and then look back down to the boxers in your hands. You suddenly notice the pattern on the side of it, and let out a loud snort as you try to muffle your laughter.

"Seriously? Just how many clothes do you have with a spider-web design on it?" You put a hand over your mouth, your body shaking in laughter, as Hanamiya glares daggers at you.

"Just shut up and put it on. By the way, you now have twenty-five minutes." Hanamiya growls, his eye twitching in annoyance, as he jerks his thumb to the clock on the wall.

You swear loudly and, with no other option, quickly pull on Hanamiya's boxers. You look down at them unsurely, then look back at Hanamiya to ask him what he thinks…which is unnecessary, because he's currently staring at with the gaze he normally reserves for his favourite chocolate. He mumbles something unintelligible, his eyes still glued to your body, as if he were trying to memorise it. Although with his memory, there's no way he'd need to be gawking at you this long.

"Are…are you okay?" You ask him nervously, waving your hand in front of him.

"What?!" He snaps out of his daze suddenly, his face reddening slightly

You're about to say something else, when your eyes dart to the clock. You jump in surprise, as you look for the rest of your clothes. Finally, you grab the pair of pants and the shirt you had on yesterday and throw them on, not even bothering to try and smooth out the large creases in them.

"I'll see you later! Look for my underwear!" You cry out, as you grab your bag and run out the door as fast as you can, slamming the door shut behind you.

Hanamiya is silent for a few moments, before he pulls something out from under the covers.

Yeah…" He smirks darkly, as he swings your underwear around on his index finger. "I'll get right on that."

Later
"…That bastard stole my panties, didn't he..."

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Well, some things don't really change…sometimes the person you knew then is still the person you know now. But sometimes there are things that do change…just when you least expect it, a person can really and truly surprise you, and make you love them even more than before.

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Authors Note: Wow, it's finally finished! Two months and 14,000 words later, and we're at the end. I had a lot of fun writing all the different guys of Kiri Dai, and I hope you had fun reading about them! Thank you to everyone who read/favourited/commented on this story! And if you want more of Hanamiya, I'm currently writing a story for him in my yandere series Crazy For You, where his story is sort of an AU to this one.

Thank you so much everyone!