HOW NOT TO TREAT YOUR FRIENDS; A GUIDE BY HANAMIYA MAKOTO

Summary: Hanamiya is Hanamiya and doesn't know how to appreciate his friend aka the Reader. So one day he goes overboard, and things fall apart.

fluff|humour|lightheartedlove

And a song that fits this story: Shine; PENTAGON 3

You searched through the list that was hanged earlier that day on the announcement board. Your heart did a little flip-flop as you couldn't find your name. With a forlorn hope, you scanned through it once again. You sighed in relief, you were 49th . Just two down and you'd be out.

"You barely made it, (Name)." A dry comment brought you back to reality. "Unsinkable perfectly suits you after all."

You ruffled your hair, laughing meekly. "Why, thank you, Mako-chan!"

"That wasn't a compliment," Hanamiya corrected. "Don't call me that. People might get the idea that I actually know you."

You threw your arm over Hanamiya's shoulder; his head dipped down with your weight.

"Why whenever you say something nasty, all I can hear is: Whoa! (Name), you're amazing! Thank you for being a friend to such a lousy bastard like me." You shoved your hand before Hanamiya's nose, twisting your fingers in a heart-like shape.

Hanamiya wiggled himself off of your grip and was now fixing his uniform. "Because you're an idiot. No wonder you scored so low in Japanese. You simply can't speak the language!" He scoffed.

"Like you ever scored over ninety!"

Hanamiya sniggered, filling it with as much pity as he could as he poked at the top of the list. You followed the trail of his finger, craning your neck. Usually, you didn't have to look in the upper parts of the list to find your name. You weren't used to looking up that much.

"I actually did," he stated dryly.

"Wow... you did it again!" Your eyes sparkled with awe; despite how things could seem to an average observer, Hanamiya and you were quite close, he being one of your two oldest friends. You just felt proud of him. "So we'll see each other in the study group!"

Hanamiya cringed as that little detail must have kind of slipped his attention.

"Apparently... At least until you'll still keep up with that dubious thing you consider working," he said utterly resigned as he saw you staring at him with a huge grin, ostensibly ecstatic at the idea of sharing the upcoming afternoons with him. He felt weak when thinking we'd have to face that idyl expression on your face for the next month.

"You're so dumb, (Name)." He flicked your forehead, before walking off.

"You know you love me!" You hollered after him, not minding the stares your schoolmates gave you.

Without as much as turning back, Hanamiya raised his hand in a rude gesture, letting you know what he thought about you and your declaration.

You chuckled. "I know you do."

The study room for those 50 lucky and awfully smart people who scored high enough on their evaluation tests was awfully quiet. The silence rang in your ears making it impossible for you to concentrate on the physics assignment you had been trying so hard to solve for the last hour.

You leaned back in your chair and sighed tiredly before an idea formed in your head. You propped on the desk before you and poked a sleeping form in the upfront row. You heard a low grunt; he woke up.

"What do you want (Last Name)..." An unspoken again hung in the air as Seto stretched his back; he pushed his eye mask up and turned to you.

"Help me out, Ken-kun. I've been trying to do it for ages —" You twisted a paper with an unattached assignment for Seto to take a look at it. "Please! This is the last time! I won't bother you anymore! Promise!"

"You said that the last time. And the time before that," Seto drawled but took a paper from your desk. "Oi! What did you just call me?!" He said with a frown as he processed what you had just said.

"Sooooo... can you do it?" You, not so subtly, forced Seto's attention back to the assignment.

It took him a minute to fill the paper with his scribble before handing it back to you. Seto was just about to get cosy but another poke on his back made him shift in his seat angrily.

"What now?!"

You let out an embarrassed giggle. "Can you explain to me how you did this?"

"Why don't you ask Hanamiya?"

"He's not here. Besides, I don't feel like listening to all his rumble in between. Somehow being called an idiot or a dumbass whenever I don't get something right away isn't very helpful."

"That's because you let him talk to you like that," Seto deadpanned. "Tell him to shut his trap once in a while and you're all set. Stop being a pushover, (Last Name)."

"Is it that bad?" You asked, feeling your cheeks warming up. "Well, I've known him for too long to get all worked up about everything he says. I know he doesn't mean over a half of it."

Seto was dumbfounded by the sincerity in your statement. Either Hanamiya was right and you actually were an idiot, or deep-down, very deep, deep enough for no living creature to actually function properly, Hanamiya was a decent guy.

Seto choked on his laughter before shaking his head and returning to his normal self.

"Fine," he grumbled, but as you shot up from your seat to come to his desk, he added: "Just stay where you are. I'll come to you."

After all, he had no idea how to get rid of you after he was done and now he could just leave anytime he wanted. Simple as that.

As the two of you slouched down over the assignment, sitting close enough not to be too loud in the silent atmosphere of the study room, someone stepped into the room immediately halting.

You raised your head, feeling someone was watching you but as everyone around you had their noses in the books, you shook off this weird sensation.

"Oi! (Last Name)! Pay attention!" Seto barked.

"... sorry!"

Loud screams could be heard in the hallway, long before you reached the gym. You felt your mood shifting; Hanamiya was probably in the middle of training the fresh meat and you came just at the right time to see it. Your friend rarely did lose control over his temper but when he did it was a blast to watch.

You gleefully skipped into the gym, ducking basketballs without much effort.

"— keep your back straight! What the hell are you doing, you dimwit —! Oi! Look at me —!" Hanamiya's screams echoed. "Yes! YOU! ... such a dolt. Get back here —!"

You propped on the bench, staring at Hanamiya and you couldn't help but wonder how he reminded you of a toad when he was angry. Especially with those closely knitted eyebrows.

A random ball shot in your direction. You caught it midway, drawing Hanamiya's attention to yourself. You smiled in a greeting and tossed the ball back to him but Hanamiya stepped to the side. The ball bounced until it stopped on a wall.

"What are you doing here, (Last Name)?" He narrowed his eyes at you. "I knew you were dumb but until now you at least knew how to read."

"You mean that sign on the door?" You asked surprised; upon entering the gym, you spotted a handwritten note but as soon as you recognised Hanamiya's writing, you dismissed whatever was written there.

"I didn't know that the basketball club had so many fans! Are you getting popular, Mako-chan?" You jested but Hanamiya's cold stare didn't change. Not even a little.

"Get out."

"Hey, why so serious, Makoto? Don't get your knickers in a twist. I'm only watching." You pouted. "It's not like I'm gonna tape your practise and send it to Seirin."

You could see Hanamiya's eyelid twitch as he stood motionless, everyone in the gym currently staring at you two.

"Ups...? Come on! Cheer up, would you?" You strolled over to your friend and pulled on his shoulder, swaying it back and forth. "Hmmm? Makoto? Ma—ko—CHAN!"

"I'm serious, (Last Name). Get out when I'm asking nicely," Hanamiya slithered and harshly yanked his arm out of your grip; you didn't move an inch. "Are you bloody retarded! I can't even look at your moronic face! Get. Out."

Your eyes frantically scanned your friend's face for any sign that he was actually just messing with you. Just like he always did. However, this time, this wasn't the case; this time was different. Hanamiya meant everything he said, and upon facing him like that, you felt your feet being rooted to the ground. Only when you heard a loud thump of a basketball, clashing mere inches from your body, you finally regained the ability to move.

The sight of your friend's hateful grimace imprinted in your mind as you turned on your heel and paced towards the exit. Halfway through to the doors you nearly had a heart attack when another powerful slam resonated in the air.

The ball crashed on the wall before you, lightly brushing past your calves as it bounced back.

You bit on the inner side of your cheek, wondering how was it possible for you to hang around Hanamiya for so long. You even chose the same high school as him, just so you wouldn't get separated.

At that moment you realised Hanamiya was right.

You were an idiot.

It'd been over a week when (Name) stopped coming to the study room and Hanamiya couldn't phantom the reason why. It couldn't be because of his little stunt in the gym the other day, could it?

The girl was so proud every single time she got the opportunity to let her stay among Kirisaki Daichi's top 50 students. Just like it was natural for Hanamiya, for (Name) it was always as if she climbed Mount Everest or discovered the cure for cancer.

It was unnerving to him, true, but at the same time, it never ceased to amaze him how her eyes sparkled with sheer happiness over something so trivial.

Despite Hanamiya's brute attitude towards her, he kind of liked her; she was easy to be around and even managed to lift his mood one or two... fine! More like a hundred times. She truly was moronic but maybe that was why he liked her? She was naive and an idiot but overall the smart kind of.

However now, that (Name) was nowhere to be found and Hanamiya's 20th call had been redirected to a voicemail, all of his reasoning was gone.

Did she seriously block me?! He wondered in disbelief that the girl actually had the cheek to do so.

Hanamiya threw his phone into his bag before kicking it onto the ground. He dropped flat on his back and closed his eyes, coldness of the ground he was lying at sending a shiver down his spine right up to the tips of his fingers.

...

"He kind of creeps me out when he's like that." Hara grimaced as he turned to Furuhashi; the two of them had been enjoying the nice, summer weather in the schoolyard before Hanamiya showed up. He had been talking to himself for the past half hour, before finally plopping down, motionless. Hanamiya's odd behaviour made Hara quizzical.

"Shouldn't we...?"

"I don't know, I don't care." Furuhashi blurted, not looking up from the book he had been reading. "Leave him be. He looks pretty stable now."

Hara chewed on his gum, silently watching Hanamiya's lifeless body; he popped a bubble. "I not so sure about that..."

"What are you two up to?" Yamazaki chimed in, as he popped out behind Furuhashi; the latter dropped his book, startled.

Hara clicked his tongue before pointing his chin at their captain.

"He's still like that?" Yamazaki's brows rose above his hairline. "I thought he's gotten over it already."

"Over what?" Hara asked, not exactly curious about what had caused Hanamiya to act like a lunatic.

Yamazaki raised his finger. Watch it. He crept closer to Hanamiya and poked him in the side with the tip of his shoe.

"Oi! Where's your sunshine Hanamiya?" But as he didn't get a reply, he dug deeper. "Could it be that she left your sorry arse after you lashed out at her? Honestly, (Last Name) lasted longer than I expected."

"Bugger off," Hanamiya grunted before rolling onto his side.

"Polite as ever," Yamazaki sniggered and turned to Furuhashi and Hara, giving them a meaningful stare; his face stretched out in a broad grin. "You'll never guess who I saw on the way to school."

Hara looked puzzled but Furuhashi got the hint.

"Oh no... Who could that be?" He asked flatly.

"(Last Name)!"

"What do you say? Really? Are you sure it was her?"

"Pretty sure," Yamazaki informed slyly, out of a corner of his eye, gawking Hanamiya's reaction; the boy shifted slightly. "But guess what?!" He exclaimed but as he was faced with no reaction from neither Hara nor Furuhashi, he continued: "She wasn't alone."

"Oh, really?" Hara stated, sounding too impassive for Yamazaki's liking. "Who was with her?"

"And that's where the things get interesting!" Yamazaki clasped his hands gleefully. "(Last Name) was with the goody-two-shoes."

"No way!" Hara popped another bubble; it burst into his face.

"What's so interesting about it?" Hanamiya grumbled from his spot on the ground, for the first time looking mildly interested in what his team had been talking about. "They are... friends after all."

"Are they?" Furuhashi asked, looking up from his book for the first time. "Why did you break his leg then?"

"He's annoying. I don't like him." Hanamiya gritted his teeth at the lone memory of Kiyoshi; he sat up, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Besides they're not that close!"

"Well, it didn't look like that," Yamazaki smirked.

Hanamiya's brows knitted in a frown. "How so?"

The redhead boomed with laughter. Even if Hanamiya tried to look as if he didn't care, in the end, all of his true colours showed up.

"Then you do feel high and dry after (Last Name) finally left you? She was wasting her life after all. Who could blame her," Yamazaki taunted. "If you felt so attached to her, you should have kept your mouth shut, Hanamiya. God knows, that whenever you open it, the shite just goes down."

"And when you open yours, it's like you're puking rainbow," Hanamiya snapped and dropped back on the ground. "As if you knew a thing about woman, you dimwit."

"On the contrary. I know plenty," the boy countered. "And you pulling out the bad boy card is pathetic."

"But don't girl like that type of stuff?" Hara questioned, very doubtful of Yamazaki's logic. "You can't have it, so you want it?"

"Bad is different from crazy, my friend."

Hara bobbed his head, humming in affirmation. Hanamiya didn't even know if he should feel offended.

"Oi! I can hear you!" Hanamiya shot up. First, it was (Name) and now them. Somehow, Hanamiya started feeling as if it was him who was the idiot.

"And good for you, Hanamiya. Try to comprehend this. Make some notes even." Yamazaki gave him a thumb-up. "Now get your sorry ass up and let's go get (Last Name) back. You too, Furuhashi!" He added as the latter didn't look like he'd move from his spot anytime soon.

"I'm not going anywhere. She'll come back. She always does." Hanamiya reached for his bag and took out the phone; he flipped it open.

No new messages.

For the first time in these past years, Yamazaki felt pity for Hanamiya. The way his face dropped, as he stared at his phone, stirred up some left-over sympathy Yamazaki had left for his captain.

"Look Hanamiya..." He started, pulling on his collar awkwardly; this situation didn't feel normal to him and it was in his best interest to return everything back to its original state. Dealing with unstable Hanamiya couldn't count as pleasant. "(Last Name) is not dense. Not that at least... Help me, help you, help you... more or less."

Hanamiya closed his phone before raising his eyes at Yamazaki. Truthfully, he was quite reluctant with letting this grinning moron do anything considered (Name), but out of options, accepting Yamazaki's help felt like the easiest and, at least for now, his only choice.

"I don't even know where she might be..." He sighed somewhat deflated.

"Good that I'm so well informed." Yamazaki beamed. "But before we go, we need to change. We can't probably show up at the festival looking like random bumps."

"Why am I the only one wearing yukata?" Hanamiya gritted his teeth, a dark aura forming around him; he felt ridiculous now that he realised that he was the only one among the four of them who didn't show up in casual clothes.

"I never specified in what you should change, Hanamiya," Yamazaki cackled, his phone already out, ready to take a photo of the Kirisaki Daichi's captain dressed up all in bright yellow fabric.

Hanamiya's face turned green, uglily contracting with his yukata's colour.

"You said we're going to the summer festival. I thought it was pretty obvious..."

"Don't look so beaten up. At least you'll match with (Last Name)," he praised, bending in half with laughter.

Hanamiya felt like he could snap Yamazaki's neck, the years he'd have to spend in prison didn't seem that much of a gruesome punishment.

"Oi! Shut it! (Last Name)'s coming!" Hara called from the spot behind the stall they were all hiding.

In a moment, Yamazaki's face turned serious; he waved at Hanamiya to come closer.

"Is she alone?" Furuhashi asked, not really interested in the answer. He didn't want to be here in the first place, yet he was forced to play some childish hide and seek.

"No. She's not." Hara craned his neck to have a better look; he nearly timbered, because Hanamiya leaned against his back to see a couple dressed up in yukatas walk past them. They looked like a bundle of happiness with all their smiles, only a large cotton candy separating their already closely walking figures since the girl had been holding the boy's elbow for support.

"They look so cute together!"

"Shut up, Yamazaki!"

It was such a nice evening. Nearly a perfect way to end the week which was in the top 3 you'd considered the most pleasant throughout this year.

First, a surprise vacation with your parents and now you got the chance to catch up with your friend during the summer festival you two had been attending for the past 8 years. You nearly forgot that usually, people didn't finish every sentence with idiot, or its synonym, and that throwing heavy objects at others was actually considered rude. And to make it even better, you got cotton candy. Wasn't that nice?

"You'll get sick if you keep stuffing yourself with sweets, (Name)," Kiyoshi laughed, before taking the cotton candy out of your reach, teasing.

Oi! Don't end up puking all over me, you dolt! Stop eating already!

You beamed, pure happiness radiating from your toothy grin.

So there were nicer ways to express that someone cared for you after all.

"Takes more than sugar to make me sick." You jumped up and grasped a handful of sweets, before pushing it into your mouth. The candy melted down on your tongue, getting you way higher than cloud nine itself.

"Can't doubt that..." Kiyoshi grimaced, getting the subtext of your statement; he lowered the cotton candy for you to reach comfortably. "How can you deal with him on a daily basis?"

Your face changed in that of the expression of wisdom and thoughtfulness.

"Day by day, with patience and an ounce of vodka," you informed in a serious voice but as you were done, you laughed. "He's not that bad, you know... On better days you could even call him nice!"

Kiyoshi cocked an eyebrow, doubtful. "How many good days does Hanamiya have? Roughly?" He asked but when he saw a serious expression on your face as you started counting the days that could be considered better for Hanamiya on your fingers, he sighed.

Kiyoshi grabbed your outstretched hand and gave you the cotton candy, to occupy you with something different than Hanamiya for once.

"I don't get it... Why did you have to go to the same school as him?" Kiyoshi wondered, purely bewildered that such a nice person as you wasted away on such a bastard like Hanamiya. "You could have gone anywhere, (Name)." He emphasised but seeing a deep frown on your forehead, he added: "It's not that I'm saying you should have gone to Seirin! Just — You're smart. Any school would gladly accept you, that's all."

Your shoulders shook with quiet laughter. "I haven't heard that in a while... It's nice to hear once every now and then that someone thinks you're smart," you mused, nipping on the cotton candy; somehow you didn't feel like eating it anymore. "You're right, Teppei, I could do so but honestly I think there's something very wrong with me..."

Kiyoshi's cheeks turned pink, realising that maybe he went too far bringing up this subject; he was about to protest but you narrowed your eyes at him, a playful smirk twisting your lips instantly ruining the seriousness of your conversation.

"I'm just too soft. Like a marshmallow," you informed in a boastful tone. "What can I say? I'm just your average saint. I act that way so when I'm gone, they'd build me a temple."

You stuffed a handful of candy in your mouth to make a point. That was just how you were, too nice if not kind of naive. Kiyoshi shook his head, bemused.

"You didn't show me the photo. How did it turn out?" The boy asked, changing the subject, not wanting to let the mood-ruiner Hanamiya, destroy one of those few meet-ups he shared with you. "Don't tell me my head got cut off. Again."

"Fret not. It turned out nice," you assured, searching your bag for the photo, the two of you made in a photo booth earlier that evening. "I even got a copy for you. It'll be the eighth one in my collection."

"You keep them?" Kiyoshi frowned.

"And what am I suppose to do? Throw them away?" You mocked. "I have a whole photo album filled with all the photos we took for the past years. You're my only hope when it comes to festivals. God knows I'd have to come here alone if not for you."

After you turned twelve, you stopped asking Hanamiya if he wanted to join you. Why bother if his answer stayed the same year after year.

"Did you lose it?" Kiyoshi asked as you were stirring through the content of your bag for over a few minutes now.

"It's not that..." You mumbled, panic starting to rush the blood to your head. "My mom's gonna kill me... I—I think I lost my phone." You didn't feel like adding that awful word — again. You had literally just lost one last week; this one was completely new. "I think I left it by the stalls we were earlier."

"You want me to check it?"

"Nah, it's fine." You shook your head. "The show will be by the river this year. Let's meet by the bridge," you suggested before moving past the crowd.

A cloud of dark thoughts hovered over your head when you tried to move against the current of bodies. You were already thinking of a way to inform your parents about how the hell had you managed to lose a brand new phone after only a few days of using it. There were no right words to say that. They were going to skin you and then they would make you use some old-fashioned brick instead. Perfect.

Your heart lightened up as you saw a glimpse of a colourful tent you were by mere minutes ago. You were about to pace up when something yanked you back by your elbow, a hand clasping over your mouth for you to not scream.

You were hauled over to a shadowed spot between the stalls. In a panic rushed strength, you stumped your heel in the aggressor's feet before thrusting your head back. You jumped forward, feeling as if your heart would tear up your ribcage any minute now.

"You broke my nose!"

Even if muffled, you could recognise that voice anywhere.

Before you stood the most awful excuse of a friend, Hanamiya Makoto. Honestly, you didn't even want to know why was he at the summer festival dressed up in a bright coloured yukata. You just hoped for those few more days before Monday to be idiot-free.

"Makoto?"

"And who did you expect, moron?! A Santa Claus?!" Hanamiya snapped, clutching onto the bridge of his nose.

Moron... Close enough.

"Of course not! I'm not that dense. It's the middle of August after all," you pointed out but somehow the mild sarcasm in your voice was completely lost to your friend, as you noticed his eye twitch; he really thought of you as an idiot.

"Sorry for that," you added, before turning to leave.

However, as you were about to dive back into the crowd, you felt a firm grip on your wrist, stilling you in place.

"Wait, idi— (Name). I have to talk with you," Hanamiya gasped in pain, flexing the cartilage of his nose to assess the damage.

"Some other time. I'm in a rush," you said and gently tried to unclasp his fingers of yourself. The fireworks would start any minute now, and you desperately wanted to get your phone back before it had started. Stumbling upon Hanamiya of anyone here didn't feel very fortunate.

You wiggled your arm right and left but Hanamiya's grip grew stronger, making you roll your eyes irritated.

"I don't have time right now. Let's talk later. No matter what it is, it can't be that important, right?" You shifted on your feet impatiently. "Right?!"

"When's later? You're not picking up my calls," Hanamiya snapped. "Why are you avoiding me?"

You took a deep breath. Why did he have to pick exactly this moment to solve his issues... what did you even have to do with that...

"It's not like that... It's just —" You grimaced at the lone thought of your lost phone. "I'm not avoiding you, happy?"

"I know that you're mad but just listen to me." Hanamiya clasped another hand over your shoulder, pulling you back out of people's curious gaze. "I need to tell you... I —I..." He huffed, frustrated.

"Oh god, what now?!" You whined, longingly glancing at the stalls where hopefully your lost phone was.

By now the crowd melted away, most of the people were already by the river, waiting for the show to start; you calculated that if you were fast enough, you'd get to the bridge where Kiyoshi was waiting in about five minutes top.

"It's not easy to say that for me..." Hanamiya's fist clenched in frustration, which didn't seem smaller than that of your own. "I'm a... lousy... twat... There! I said it!" He finally stammered, and at that moment you couldn't be more surprised than if he actually admitted he actually was the Santa and spend half of the year training reindeers to pull his sleigh.

You blinked at him, taken aback. "You came all the way just to tell me that, I quote, you're a lousy bastard?"

"A twat," he corrected, "but yes... I― I did."

You clasped your hand over your forehead in disbelief. It was certain. Hanamiya had a stroke and he was spouting nonsense. You were done.

With an exasperated sigh, you forcefully pushed his hand off of your wrist, thinking that he had the worst timing ever to bullshite you.

Deciding it was for the best of your own safety to pretend you didn't hear anything your, apparently bat-shit crazy, friend had just said, you walked off.

Maybe when you were back at school you could tease him a little about what he said. You nearly giggled at the idea that if you had your phone on you, you could record what he said and set it as your alarm. However, a loud holler behind you crashed your little dreamland, making you stop dead on your track. Maybe you should have walked faster...

"Oi! (Name)!" Hanamiya called at the top of his lungs; you cringed with every syllable that left his mouth, fearing the worst; you heard him gulp loudly as few people turned their eyes on you. Hanamiya took a deep breath. "You're amazing! Thank you for being a friend to such a lousy twat like me!"

At first, you weren't exactly sure what was going on since the possibility of Hanamiya having a stroke was close to none.

Very slowly, you processed the fact that your friend wasn't crazy, that he had a reason to openly humiliate himself just for you to... what? Forgive him...? Forgive what? Truthfully, your mind couldn't wrap around the idea that he thought you were still angry over him treating you so rudely the other day; it's not like he ever cared.

Throughout years you had learned to dismiss most of the things he said, the last case not being an exception. Hanamiya kicked you out and threw a heavy ball at you, probably aiming for your head. So what? Life's a bitch, and so was Hanamiya.

You knew all of this, yet something warm and cosy crept up under your skin, making your heart skip a beat. Your lips involuntarily stretched out in a broad grin.

It was the very first time when Hanamiya acted like an idiot and you couldn't help but think that by now the only thing he wanted to do was to crawl into a dark hole and die of embarrassment. You couldn't let that happen.

"It's a lousy bastard." You made through fits of giggle as you turned around. He looked at you, clearly frustrated as his face turned red with all the attention he was receiving.

Hanamiya stumbled backwards when you crashed into him, tightly wrapping your arms around his waist. It felt like hugging a piece of wood because Hanamiya tensed almost immediately upon your touch.

"O-oi! What are you doing, moro — (Name), stop it!" He managed to utter but you only tightened your embrace, not a single care in the whole world. "Get off of me! People are staring!"

"So be it," you mumbled into his chest, the thought of letting him go now, completely out of your options.

Bright lights filled the night sky, booming sound of exploding fireworks resonating in the warm, evening weather. Hanamiya gave a prolonged sigh before hesitantly snaking his arms around your shoulders, surprisingly relaxed in his defeat.

"You're so stupid, (Name)."

"You know you love me."

You nuzzled your cheek into Hanamiya's chest. He ran his fingers through your hair, before resting his chin at the top of your head.

"I guess I do."

BEHIND THE SCENES

crack!fic: How to get rid of Kiyoshi Teppei?

Hara: How are we gonna get rid of Kiyoshi? We need some sort of a plan. Any ideas? Furuhashi?

Furuhashi: Leave me out of this. [strolls away]

Yamazaki: [snaps singers] I know!

Hanamiya: Please don't...

Yamazaki: This one will work! I swear!

Hanamiya: [rolls eyes]

Hara: [bobs his head, full of hope]

Yamazaki: We'll gather all the cute stuff we can find and pave them to the place where we'll be waiting for him! And when he gets there we'll... well, we'll think about it later. Brilliant, right?!

Hara: [claps enthusiastically]

Hanamiya: [rubs his brow in annoyance] No way that's gonna work... he is dumb but not to that extent...!

five minutes later

Hanamiya: Oh god... he actually is...

Nah, I don't think Kiyoshi is dumb but cute 3 Anyway, I think this one is my most favourite one-shot on Kirasaki Daiichi. I have a soft spot for basically every single KNB character but Kirasaki... Well, Kirasaki and Aomine are something different. If you liked my stories on Hanamiya and the Kirasai Daiichi, feel free to check out my new story ― Same love. As for Aomine, I also have something for him but hush for now.