"Ow! Mitobe! Hyuuga is attacking me!"

"!"

"Izuki! Shut up! Everyone is asleep!"

"I'll shut up when you stop attacking me!"

"I'm not even attacking you, I'm sitting next to you!"

"Same thing!"

"! :("

"How the fuck did you do that without saying anything!"

"Shut up!" Hyuuga hissed as he smacked the back of Izuki's head. Izuki pouted and rubbed the back of his head, the rest of his fellow third years were silently cackling at him.

All of the second years were at Mitobes house for a massive sleep over. And all six of them were silently laughing their asses off. Doing that odd silent laugh where their mouth was open in laughter, and their shoulders were moving up and down, but not a single sound escaped them. The only thing that could be heard would be the uncontrollable gasps that someone has when they laugh long and hard.

The fact that they had to be quiet was making them laugh even harder. Many of them were curled up on their sides, tears of joy running down their faces as their abs started to cramp up.

After a few minutes of laughing as quietly as they could, the six of them scattered around the living room, trying to get oxygen back into their bodies without breaking into laughter.

"Oh, ow, ow, my stomach."

"pftt!-…Kiyoshi, you're gonna make me laugh again." Koganei barely managed to keep in his laughter before he scolded Kiyoshi for saying that.

Hyuuga stared up at the ceiling with a small smile on his face.

He missed being able to laugh with them like that.

Granted, its not like he had a bad time with them that year, its just that its been so long when they were together for a reason that wasn't related to basketball, that it felt good to just hang out for once.

But alas, it couldn't last for forever.

"Alright guys," Hyuuga restrained a chuckle as he sat up, his eyes looking at his phone screen," Its already almost three in the morning, we better go to sleep if we want to survive practice tomorrow." The other five groaned in slight annoyance, but quickly agreed that it would be best to call it a night.

Together, the six of them started to clean up quietly. All of them taking care to make as little noise as possible since the rest of the household was fast asleep. They even avoided turning on the light just as an extra precaution. It didn't take long before all of them were settled in their futons, scattered around the living room.

"Psstt, Hyuuga."

"Izuki, I swear to god, if you don't go to sleep…"

"I was just gonna ask if you wanted to cuddle ~"

"I will murder you, go to sleep!" Izuki responded with a quiet chuckle that made everyone else start chuckling.

After a few seconds, and a few rounds of goodnights that went around the room, they all finally settled down the night, ready to go to sleep.

Hyuuga laid in his futon, waiting for sleep to come. He could still hear some of his teammates shifting to find their comfortable spot, but that wasn't enough to disturb him.

But there was one sound that was able to disturb him, along with everyone else.

The sound of the doorknob to the front door being unlocked and turned was enough to make all of them freeze, before sitting straight up in their bed. If there had been light, they all would have been looking and staring at each other in shock. Before they could do anything,

The door opened.

"Ow, ow, ow, son of a bitch Black, be more careful!" there was a grumble as the door was closed.

Oh shit.

"Wrath, its not my fault you decided that it was a great idea to try a new move in our first tag team match. And don't call me that, where's the light switch?"

Hyuuga wanted to cry and curse in frustration. Although it was kinda hard to tell due to the change in personality and vocabulary.

That was without a doubt, Kuroko was standing in the doorway.

"In my defense, I saw it in a MMA match and I knew that I needed to try it out. And are you actually giving me permission to use your name?" there was another hiss of pain that was accompanied by the slow sound of two pairs of feet walking down the hallway. Hyuuga could hear multiple people quietly patting themselves down so they could find their phones and use it for light.

"And that was still a stupid idea since you twisted your ankle like some moron. And yeah, the last thing I need is for your family to figure out who I am. Besides, it would be hard to play it off if you call me by my fight name."

They heard a fake sniffle.

"If I wasn't in so much pain from my foot, I think I would cry," the two people walked past the living room and further down into the kitchen. He knew without a doubt, everyone was silently following them with their heads," Anyways, Kuroko-"

The voice emphasized the name and Hyuuga never wanted to gouge his own eyes out so much. He heard everyone else stiffen up in their futons and even heard someone whispering a statement that was too quiet to understand.

"-I'm Rinnosuke, I wont give you my first name until you give me yours." The footsteps stopped in the hallway, and there was silence until they very clearly heard.

"…You wouldn't happen to have an older brother who plays basketball?"

Hyuuga closed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling with a grimace.

Yep.

Kurokos secret was just about to be exposed.

"How did you know? Yeah, he plays at Seirin high, he's a year older than us."

"Son of a motherfucking bitch, I gotta go."

"What? Why?"

"Because your older brother is my senpai! We play together at Seirin!"

Hyuuga cringed again, he could hear Mitobe climbing out of his futon and quietly walking over to the doorway. And he could hear Izuki joining him.

"Wait I thought you said your teammates knew?"

"Kagami and another senpai of mine are the only ones who know! And I have enough with them knowing- I'm not even going to say it. I need to go!"

"Calm down!" Rinnosukes voice was hissing at Kuroko, and now that he paid attention, Hyuuga recognized the voice as no other than Mitobes little brother," My brother isn't even here! He's sleeping over at a friend's!"

"I don't care! How the fuck am I supposed to explain to your brother that I'm the one who beats the shit out of you once a week?!"

He put his head in his hands.

Kuroko was definitely fucked.

"Hey! Don't forget that I beat the shit out of you as much as you beat the shit out of me!"

"That's not the point Wrath!"

"Do you want my family to find out who I am and what I do?! Shut. Up!"

Alright.

That's enough.

Hyuuga climbed out of his futon and walked over to the doorway where he quietly whispered," Kuroko," the furious whispering from down the hall stopped," I'm sorry, but all of the third years just heard you two arguing. Hiroto…you have a lot of explaining to do."

There was silence for a few more seconds. And then there was two voices that simultaneously said,

""you have go to be fucking kidding me.""

Kuroko and Hiroto looked like they didn't want to do anything but to curl up and die in a hole.

All of the second years were staring at them, with Hyuuga and Mitobe at the forefront. All of them couldn't stop staring at Kuroko. They had a hard time believing that it was him. They could see that it was him, since they could recognize their teammate from anywhere. But, with the way his normally blue hair was black, and he was wearing enough black in a way to make a techwear goth jealous, they never would have recognized him from behind.

And if Hyuuga didn't know, he never would have recognized Hiroto, as he was wearing an outfit similar to Kurokos and also had his hair black instead of its usual brown.

Both of the second years were averting their eyes, looking somewhere else as Mitobe carefully wrapped up his brothers ankle, while Hyuuga was wrapping up Kurokos wrist since he had sprained it. It was quiet.

"Alright, "Tsuchida cut into the silence, rubbing the bridge of his brow tiredly," Is no one seriously going to say anything about what just happened?" Kuroko and Hiroto grimaced at that, and looked at each other nervously. You could see in their eyes where they were considering telling the truth or not. But after a few seconds, they sighed in defeat.

At least they realized that they couldn't try and lie their way out of it.

"I…oh this is so fucked." Kuroko groaned loudly and put his head into his hands. Hiroto sighed heavily and patted Kurokos back comfortingly, he looked just as grim.

Kuroko ran his hands through his hair before slowly starting," well, you remember that video Izuki and Kagami showed us at practice? The one with those guys called Wrath and Black?...Well…surprise?" five of them stared at them in surprise while Hyuuga just impassively wrapped up Kurokos hand, purposely pulling a little bit too tight.

"Pfft!" they all looked at Koganei, who was quietly laughing," That's a good joke Kuroko, what were you two really doing?" Kuroko and Hiroto just stared at him. Their faces telling them that they were telling the truth.

"Sorry nii-san," Hiroto said quietly," But we're telling the truth, we get paid to fight, its how I've been paying for school and other stuff."

Kuroko hummed in agreement," Yes, we get paid at least $400 dollars for each match we have against each other, and for any other match, its from $200-300, depending how much money the owner won from the bets that night. I have to imagine Wrath earns a lot more money than me since he usually has more matches than me?"

"Yeah I do, but I think I can take it easy if we are going to be doing the tag team matches."

"Are you guys seriously not going to explain anything?!" Kiyoshi cut in, he looked extremely disappointed and it was audible in his voice," Kuroko, Hiroto, why are you guys fighting? Its illegal, and dangerous!"

Kuroko and Hiroto looked at each other, before shrugging and turning to face the rest of the occupants.

"I need the cash."

"I need an outlet."

"You guys say that like it's a valid reason!"

"Izuki," Hyuuga cut in as he finished with Kurokos wrist, silencing his teammate," Kuroko has a bad temper, the only reason you along with the others don't notice is because he fights as an outlet."

"I can attest to that," Hiroto rose up his hand as he happily agreed with Hyuugas words," I've seen him knock out a few guys with a single hit on a good day. The bad days…" Hiroto shivered in what looked like horror,"…lets just say some people never came back after fighting him."

"You say that like I killed them."

"Black, the last time I fought you on a bad day, you almost broke my ribs."

"And you knocked me out last time, get over it."

"You stabbed me a few years ago!"

"That was an accident! I didn't mean too!"

"Yeah well my scar says otherwise!"

"Why you! How many times do I have to fucking tell you that it was an accident!" the two fighters were glaring at each other, and Hyuuga knew without a doubt, if they were able to stand, they would have been up in each other's faces while growling.

Hyuuga smacked the back of Kurokos head while Mitobe hit his brother," Both of you, shut up, Kuroko," Kuroko almost glared at Hyuuga, letting everyone see that the bluenette really did have a temper," I don't see how the rest of the team isn't going to find out, so do you want to tell them, or do you want us to tell them?" Kuroko sighed heavily and looked at the room's occupants, at all of his senpais who looked shocked and concerned. With a sigh of defeat, he flopped back onto the floor in a spread angel.

"Wrath, this is your fault-"

"-Hey!-"

"-If you hadn't twisted your ankle, none of this would be happening. Go ahead and tell them Hyuuga, they wont believe it if its from me, I have a match tomorrow at one in the morning if they don't believe you."

Kuroko didn't give anyone the chance to say anything before he sat back up and dug through his backpack for something.

"Here," he took out a bulging white envelope and tossed it at Hiroto, who fumbled with it before looking up at Kuroko with wide eyes," hopefully the rest of your family wont freak out too badly if you have my share."

"I-Black! Aren't you going to want it when you explain it to your folks?!"

As he stood up, Kuroko gave them the saddest smile they have ever seen on him.

"I don't have anyone waiting at home for me Wrath," He sounded tired, but they could all hear an underlying tone of sadness in his voice," I've been by myself since I was 12, I don't need the money. My parents send me money every month when they remember. I'm impressed that you have been able to keep our pastime a secret from your family for so long." Ignoring the stares he was getting, he climbed up to his feet and walked over to the doorway, he turned around at the last second to face Mitobe.

"I'll try not to roughen up Wrath too much when we fight, but the more intense the fight is, the more money we earn." Mitobe just stared at Kuroko with wide eyes, but he continued, adding on as a reassuring statement," Don't worry about him too much, there isn't a lot of people that can hurt him. If he didn't try that stupid move, he wouldn't have been hurt in todays fight. He's a strong fighter."

"…that has got to be the nicest thing you have ever said about me…"

"…god you're annoying as shit."

"There's the Black I know and love."

"Fuck off."

"Only if you do it with me." Now that made Kuroko stop and look at Hiroto with the most disgusted and disturbed look on his face.

"Alright, I'm out of here, I'll see you guys at practice. " with a bow to his upperclassmen, Kuroko was out of the front door before anyone could say anything. All of the upperclassmen stared at the empty space that Kuroko had previously occupied when their attention was caught by a quiet," Oh shit."

They all looked at Hiroto, who was looking into the envelope with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" despite everything, their voices still came out as whispers, as the rest of the house was still asleep.

"I, um," he looked between the envelope and the others, he was quietly counting as he looked down at the envelope,"…today was our first tag team match, and our opponents were the top fighters from one of the other fight clubs here in the city. A lot of people showed up and made their bets. And well…we earned a lot more money that I thought."

"Well how much is it?"

"If I'm counting right…" he handed over the packet to Mitobe, who looked confused," There's about $8,000 in there," he heard sharp inhales all around the room, Mitobe looked down at the envelope with wide eyes. But that wasn't all." And," Hiroto took out his own envelope, which was just as big as the one Kuroko gave him," if I count my share as well…" he didn't need to finish his sentence.

And for the first time, they finally heard Mitobe talk.

"…holy shit…" if they weren't shocked by the amount of money the pair had just earned, they would have freaked out over the fact that Mitobe just said something.

Yes, Hyuuga thought to himself.

Holy shit indeed…