Edited 11.01.2021
How to Bond with a Fellow Water Sign
Hana slammed her hands onto her bathroom counter, panting as she gaped at her reflection in the mirror. Her ponytail had been yanked out of its standard neat style and her eyes were stuck in a permanent glazed over fashion. Her shirt was still coated into various remnants of cupcake, but none of that mattered now.
What mattered— was how freaking tired she was.
Her original plan of just stopping at the hardware store had been shot to hell as soon as Kise grabbed her arm. Instead of going to said hardware store, he had dragged her to several clothing stores. Either the blond was ignorant of all the odd looks they received, or he just hadn't cared as he chatted up every single salesperson. It had been humiliating, to say the least, and they never even made it to the damn hardware store.
But now she was finally home. Finally, away from the blond-haired devil. Finally able to rest with a nice cup of tea. The plans for the rest of the night included just that and maybe a nice romance movie to light the way. Once she got her feet moving that is.
Lamenting the state of her sore and aching feet, Hana admired her reflection before stopping short. It couldn't be, she'd never had one before— dear god. But the truth was sitting there on her forehead. Red, glaring, and achingly noticeable in all its glory.
Her mouth gaped open in despair as she stared at the volcano shaped pimple. Hana anxiously began to mutter to herself, "It's just stress. Kise stressed you out. That's all it is…" she shuddered, "It's not puberty. Please not puberty."
Sparing another horrified glance at the mirror, Hana made her retreat. She needed something stronger than tea to help wash down this terrible day. Coffee it is.
She could do no wrong with coffee.
xXxXx
"Today we're going to do something different!" Omura-sensei announced joyfully. Her glasses were sparkling in the light and Hana didn't like the insane edge of her smile. It made her normally matronly face look almost demented. The English teacher continued, "I've got special permission from the principal to join the two English classes together for the day!"
At her declaration half of the students erupted into pained groans, Hana included. Just what she needed. She didn't know anyone in this classroom, and she highly doubted she'd know anyone in the other. Most of her year-mates didn't take English until they absolutely had too, which happened to be third-year at Teiko. She didn't know Futabatei's schedule, but hopefully he was in the combining class.
"Oh, hush!" Her teacher scolded, "It's not going to be that hard! Since the end of our year is coming to a close, I thought I'd give you all an easy assignment. Kazehaya-sensei agrees!"
Their teacher walked into the middle of the four rows and gestured for everyone to stand, "When Kazehaya-sensei's class arrives, you're going to pick one of his students and work together in pairs to translate the newspapers located on my desk. I'd like everyone to go ahead and move the desks into groups of two."
The class simultaneously let out another groan, though much quieter this time. Hana grabbed her desk and dragged it to the left, merging with another student. The rest of the class followed their example, causing Omura-sensei to clap delightedly.
There was a quick knock on the door before Kazehaya-sensei led his class into the room. For a second, everything got quiet as the two classes sized each other up. Some lucky students had friends to now partner up with, but most of them were looking at the newcomers warily. Hana's eyes were scanning the group when they landed on neatly combed green hair. Oh, god no. She snatched her gaze away from the hair in case it was who she thought it was.
Omura-sensei broke the tension, "Come on, choose your partner! Times ticking!"
Hana looked around desperately, hoping to find someone else she knew, but she was having no such luck. Her eyes finally landed back on Midorima, the other teen looking to the wall with uninterest. In his hands was a fake plant of unknown origin. His classmates filed away one by one, making the tall teen stand out even more.
Debating her next choice of action, Hana watched as his classmates abandoned him and no one went forward to talk to him. Though his attention stayed fixated on the wall she noticed that his taped fingers had begun to twitch, clenching around the ceramic pot of his plant and signaling his uncomfortableness. Her shoulder's slumped in resignation.
Never let it be said that Hana wasn't a sucker for the underdog.
She took a steadying breath before blowing it out of her nose. While her mind was set on its choice, her feet were having trouble cooperating and she urged them to move forward. One foot edged ahead and the other followed its pattern until she was standing directly in front of the prickly teen. She looked up at him uneasily, "Uhm, hi. Would you be my partner?"
Midorima glanced away from the wall to eye her, "Okay, but I can handle this myself."
It wasn't the answer she'd been gunning for, but she figured he could have said worse. She would have. "Erm, well alright," Hana grumbled, forcing herself to hold her tongue, "My seats over that way. Could you grab a newspaper for us?"
Her new partner didn't respond verbally. Hana wasn't even sure he heard her until he veered off to retrieve the afore mentioned newspaper. She made her way to the two desks and pulled out two mechanical pencils along with some paper. Deciding to be courteous, she left ample amounts of room on the other desk for Midorima's flower.
"Here," speaking of her new partner, he just dumped the newspaper onto the two desks. He eyed her again before tentatively taking his seat beside her. The five feet of space between them was almost comical. Hana didn't think she was that frightening, but hey, her last impression hadn't been the best.
"So, we're supposed to translate a couple of sections of this from English to Japanese—" Hana began only to be cut off.
"I know," Midorima spoke, "It's a simple assignment."
Oh, boy. Hana ran her hand through her ponytail, urging herself to calm down. While yes, it was a simple assignment, she didn't like the tone Midorima was taking. She rolled her eyes in aggravation, "Okay, yes, glad we agree on the simplicity of the assignment. Can we get started now?"
See, she thought, two people can play the smart-ass game.
Thankfully, Midorima didn't offer anything in response other than a frustrated sigh. Hana took this as a good sign and continued to take charge, "I say we do the lifestyle section. It's easy enough to translate and they don't talk about politics or sports."
"Fine," his answer was short and to the point. He'd apparently lost his interest in her and was focusing on the flower in front of him, wiping off invisible specks of dust. Hana decided not to take offense.
"Here," she handed him half of the paper, "You do that side and I'll do this side. We can work on the horoscope and advice section together."
The boy beside her seemed to perk up at the mention of horoscopes and Hana belatedly remembered his obsession with Oha-Asa. That's probably why he had the plant, she realized. It was a little late on the uptake, but better than never she supposed. Midorima accepted his half of the paper without complaint and the two began to work silently.
It didn't take long for boredom to set in. She finished her two sections and was waiting on the miracle to complete his while twiddling her pencil around her hand. About five minutes later, Hana let her curiosity get the better of her and glanced at Midorama's paper. Her quick peek had brought a couple errors to her attention, but she was too nervous to mention them. Wetting her lips, she opened her mouth to politely point them out when Midorima spoke out of the blue.
"What?" If anyone asked, Hana would deny her surprised yelp. Her partner cut his eyes across to her, one of his eyebrows raised in acerbic question. He huffed, "You've been staring at me, why?"
She tried to swallow, "Erm, it's supposed to be there not their."
He raised his other eyebrow, before turning back to his paper. The fluorescents glinted off his glasses so she couldn't read his expression. A few seconds passed before he responded, "Are you talking about here?" His taped finger pointed at the sentence.
"Yeah, the parade happened there as in location wise. Not their, because that refers to personally. Like they own the parade."
He didn't move for second, rereading his sentence over and over. A few more moments passed before he picked up his pencil and erased his mistake. He glanced at her before writing in the correct word. When he said nothing, Hana took it as a win. She figured this was the best progress she could hope for.
"If you're waiting on me to continue, there's no need," Midorima eventually offered, "It would be stupid of you."
Hana scoffed at his attitude, folding her arms over her chest, "I told you we were going to do it together, which means we are. Besides you're almost done."
Midorima nodded silently, continuing his translation. As he wrote, he observed, "You seem well versed in English."
"My mom works in America," she changed the subject, "What kind of flower is that?"
"It's a hydrangea. Obviously," he ridiculed.
"Obviously," Hana mocked under her breath. Her partner shot her an annoyed look but continued his translations. Another few minutes passed before he announced his completion. Hana nodded, "Okay let's get the advice section over with first. Then we can do the horoscopes."
"You should read them out and I'll write it down; not that is matters," Midorima pushed his glasses up and looked away.
"Yes sir," she grumbled before reading the column out loud, "Hello Judy, I'm having issues with my husband. It seems like he's growing tired of me, since he keeps staying at the office for hours after he gets off. He claims we need the overtime payment, but I know that's not true! Do you think he's cheating on me? We haven't had sex in a while, but I'm sure that's not the cause as it was always very remarkable every time we did it. Should I try to spice— Okay! I'm done! No more," Hana threw the paper down and covered her cheeks, the heat from her blush seeping into her palms.
Her partner was in a similar state of distress, his blush just as prominent as Hana's. He let out a cough before fiddling with his glasses again. When he finally spoke, his voice came out at a slightly higher pitch, "Just skip that article."
"Alright, uhm," Hana rubbed at her cheeks distractedly, "So, horoscopes? All twelve of them or just a few?"
"We've finished the quota of the assignment; it should be fine to only do a couple."
"Alright, well what's your zodiac sign?" Hana inquired. Despite all her information of the team, she had never considered their horoscopes.
"Cancer," he opened his mouth like he was going to say something else but contained it.
"Oh cool, we're both water signs," apparently, that got his attention as he looked at her sharply. With the full force of his stare, she had no choice to elaborate, "Er, I'm a Scorpio."
"Of course," Midorima muttered, "Oha-Asa is never wrong."
"What?" Hana blinked at him. Am I missing something here?
He grunted in embarrassment before reciting his presumed horoscope, "Since Cancer ranks at number two today, be on the lookout for your water sign brothers and sisters. Scorpios in particular will need some of your good luck today."
"Oh, great. Bad luck, just what I wanted to hear," Hana groaned as she poked at the newspaper.
"Scorpios have had bad luck all week," Midorima added bluntly, further crushing her soul.
"That explains it," she muttered, "I bet that's why I got stuck with Kise this weekend. Stupid horoscope."
Midorima perked up at the name of his obnoxious teammate, "You were with Kise? Not that I care."
"Unfortunately," she rolled her eyes, "Now he thinks we're the best of friends."
"That sounds like something the idiot would do," Midorima scoffed. He looked toward his partner who was still pouting like a child. Despite her seemingly unhappiness at gaining Kise's friendship, they seemed to have a common habit of overreacting.
Nodding somberly in agreement, Hana looked back to the untranslated horoscopes, "I'm just gonna read our horoscopes out, will you copy them down?"
With his noise of agreement, Hana began, "Cancer: This month marks the beginning of a new adventure. It may be time to let go of old habits so you can immerse yourself in new opportunities. You may get the sudden urge to travel, but make sure you have the finances before signing any paperwork."
She listened to Midorima scribble the words out, "Continue."
"Scorpio: Victory is sweet, but love is even sweeter. Do not let your analytic mind distort your emotions. This next month will be full of new trials and at the end a new door may open for you. Do not worry about which path to take, as you will realize you have no choice."
Hana stared down at the newspaper and blinked at the ominous tone. Who knew a piece of paper could sound so aggressive? She looked to Midorima who was still writing, but now a scowl had taken over his normally impassive face. Cautious, but ever curious, she spoke, "Are you okay?"
"Fine," he pushed his glasses up, "These horoscopes are a mockery of Oha-Asa. They don't offer anything other than vague suggestion. Basically, they are pointless."
"I'll agree to that. At least yours didn't practically threaten you," she complained. It seemed like the universe was trying to warn her of trouble or it just hated her. Probably hate. That made sense.
Midorima let out a humored snort, "As I said, those were useless. The only true horoscope is Oha-Asa."
"I'll look into it," she offered and was surprised by the pleased nod the green haired boy offered. He had finished his translation, finally, and Hana gestured to the paper. He handed it to her with little complaint. At first, she was just going to scan the paper for any grammatical errors, but she was quickly distracted. His handwriting was gorgeous.
She voiced her opinion, "Your handwriting is really pretty."
When he didn't offer any reaction other than a raised eyebrow, Hana worried she'd offended him and began to babble, "Like pretty for a guy. Handsome. Can handwriting be handsome? If it could, yours would be. I want to call it beautiful, but that's kinda weird, isn't it? I wish I could write like this—"
Midorima did nothing during her ramble but slowly raise his other eyebrow. The subtle action was enough to cause Hana to blush brightly and slam her mouth shut. They stared at each other for a few more seconds, Hana's blush traveling further and further with each passing moment. Finally, Midorima scoffed and turned away from her, effectively breaking the spell.
A loud horn startled everyone. A few of the more distracted students screamed.
"Times up, everyone! Turn in your papers!" Omura-sensei proclaimed from the front of the classroom, Kazehaya-sensei looking at her in worn out amusement. Hana looked to Midorima wide-eyed, left-hand clutching at her heart. He looked at her in equal terror though his was subtle, as only his cheeks had paled.
"Well," Midorima coughed and tried to stop the shaking of his hands, "Goodbye."
"Yeah," Hana stuttered as the boy picked up his belongings. As his hands circled around the flower, Hana decided to be a good person, if just for a moment, "It was nice working with you today, Midorima-san. Thanks."
At her gratitude, Midorima stopped shortly before continuing toward the exit. He didn't look back at her in fear of her noticing his now slightly pink complexion.
xXx
Apparently, Scorpio's bad luck really did last through the week. So far, Hana had failed two tests, lost twenty dollars, spilled coffee over her favorite shirt and it'd only been two days. She was seriously considering going out of her way to purchase Scorpio's lucky item, if only to avoid fate's growing pettiness on her behalf.
She sat out in the courtyard during her lunch period, dabbing paper towels at her chest to stop the spreading stain. It hadn't made a difference so far, but as many people say, persistence is key. At least she hoped so. Uoya, who had been sitting with her, vanished about five minutes ago stating that he'd go find her a better shirt. She doubted it.
As she prodded at the stain dejectedly, she heard footsteps coming closer, and thinking it was Uoya, lifted her head up to greet him. Only it wasn't Uoya. Instead, she was greeted by the face of a hyperactive blonde she had no desire to see at the moment. Even worse was that he was being followed.
Huh, guess fate does hate me. Great.
"Imamura-chan!" Kise greeted with a flamboyant wave, "I've been looking everywhere for you!"
"… it's you," she stared at Kise in exasperation, not having the mental stability to talk to him right now.
"So, mean! I thought we worked on this!" Kise plopped himself down in the chair next to her, Midorima sitting down across from her, "It's Kise-kun."
"Imamura-san," the other teen greeted before looking away, his attention fixating on a nearby group.
In the meantime, Kise threw an arm over her shoulder in an act of familiarity. It was decidedly too heavy and too warm. Hana tensed and prepared herself to either punch him, throw him across the courtyard, or empty the rest of her coffee on top of his head. It was a toss-up, really.
"Kise-san," he tsked at her, "… Kise-kun, please remove your arm before I forcefully remove it from your body."
Midorima let out a snort as Kise quickly retracted his arm. The sound of crodile tears filled the air, but she ignored Kise's pitiful whines of how cruel she was to focus on his companion. Midorima met her gaze with an impassive face, refusing to give her any hint on why he was here.
"What happened to your shirt, Imamura-chan?" Kise asked to break the silence.
Instead of answering for herself, Midorima did it for her, "Scorpio's have terrible luck today. Even worse than yours, Kise."
Latching onto the offered change of conversation, Hana turned to Kise, "What's your zodiac sign?"
"Gemini!"
"…figures," she sighed out, resigned.
"Wah? What's that supposed to mean!?"
"It means you're an idiot, Kise," Midorima answered. At the dry delivery, Hana let out a sardonic chuckle at Kise's expense causing the blond to look between his two companions, considering. God. She hated that look.
"Do you know Mirorima-cchi, Imamura-chan?" Kise tilted his head, "You two seem awfully familiar~"
"We worked together the other day," Hana answered, ripping open her last bag of chips, "And stop implying things! First Kuroko-kun and now Midorima-san!"
"But it's so much fun!" Kise sang before bringing his face close to hers, "Look at how much she blushes, Midorima-cchi!"
"Kise."
"I'm going to stab these chopsticks into your eye sockets."
"… Imamura-san," Midorima reprimanded her next, slightly terrified. Kise quickly vacated his seat and was now sitting beside Midorima, staring at her with huge eyes. She glowered at them both before turning her nose up and looking away, plopping a potato chip into her mouth.
A few silent seconds passed, and Hana was surprised neither of them had left. She looked back at them in caution before huffing out a large breath. Grudgingly, she apologized, "Sorry. Today's been a shitty day. I wouldn't really, you know, gouge your eyeballs out."
"Good to know!" Kise's voice had gone up a few octaves and Midorima was still staring at her wide-eyed. It seemed that apology was a little too lackluster for their tastes. Which you know, was probably for the best in the long run.
"What is with this tension…" a new voice trailed off, "Oh, it's you."
Three heads turned to the left to look at the newly arrived Uoya. Standing awkwardly next to their table, the sixth year was smiling pleasantly but his eyes were narrowed in on Midorima. The green haired boy looked back at him contemplatively, pushing his glasses up his nose. Uoya's smile cracked at the subtle action and Hana watched his fingers twitch against the pile of clothes he held.
Deciding to break the newly developed pressure, she spoke, "Were you able to find a shirt?
"Yeah," Uoya answered without looking away from his self-declared nemesis. The lack of attention from Midorima made his nostrils flare, "They didn't have any girl's shirts so I grabbed you one out of the guy's side."
"That's disgusting. But thanks," Hana stood up to take the shirt from him, only to be stopped by a surprise hug. Strong, sinewy arms wrapped tight around her waist. Whoever they were, they were damn lucky to have pinned her arms down when they hugged her.
"You can't wear that! How gross!" Kise lifted one of his arms from around her waist to take the shirt from Uoya. He lifted it up to his face and pretended to gag, "Look at this, think about how many diseases it could have!"
A swift hand popped him on the back of the head, forcing him to drop his hold on Hana. He clutched his head in pain, slumping back into his seat with a whine, "Midorima-cchi!"
"Shut up, Kise."
Hana watched Uoya twitch dangerously, "Hana-chan, what are they doing here?"
"Trust me," she sighed, "if I knew I'd tell you."
"Imamura-chan! You're just as mean as Midorima-cchi!" Kise slithered up to her side and pouted. Midorima shot Kise an exasperated glare, but by now he was used to his annoying ways, "We just wanted to talk with you!"
"Honestly, what are you doing here?" Hana shot back. She wanted to know; she'd expect this behavior from Kise but never from Midorima. Speaking of the green haired boy, he looked away at her question, refusing to make eye contact.
"Midorima-cchi wanted to give you a present," Kise smiled with all his teeth, "And I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see my newest friend!"
"… Friend? Hana-chan?" Uoya whispered in the background.
"What— I did not!" Midorima flushed as he turned to look at Kise, "Don't imply— Kise!"
Another smack landed itself on Kise's head, sending the blond to the floor. Everyone ignored his pitiful whines as they lapsed into awkward silence. Now that the cheerful interloper was silenced, Uoya was glaring fiercely at Midorima, and Hana was watching the two warily. Midorima turned away from everyone, again, and was now uttering various insults under his breath.
"Erm…" Hana began, "About that so-called present?"
"It's nothing," Midorima countered, staring at the trashcan of all things, "I just knew Scorpio's were having bad luck this week. I had your lucky item lying around, it would be pointless to waste it."
"What the…" Uoya uttered in stunned astonishment.
"Well, what is it?" Hana encouraged. Despite her reservations with the rest of the first-string team, she was curious. You know that feeling when you see a sleeping animal and you want to poke it with a stick, just to see what happens? Well, that's how she felt now.
A well-aimed object was suddenly flung at her chest. She and Uoya let out similar yelps of shock, his out of fear for his friend and Hana's out of surprise. As she tried to catch the tiny object, she grieved the foreseeable loss of her dignity. Four out of seven of the demon team had made her scream in fear. It was not a good outlook for the rest of the group.
"What was that for!" Uoya snapped. "You hit her!"
Again, Midorima ignored the confrontational sixth year and spoke toward her, "You have terrible reflexes."
"She really does," Kise inputted unhelpfully from the ground. Hana took a deep breath and counted down. 4, 3, 2, 1. Do not murder. Murder is a sin. You will go to jail.
"Well, I didn't expected—" Hana looked at the object in her hands, bewildered, "A Hello Kitty pin? To be freaking launched at my face!"
"It wouldn't have hit your face. My shots never miss," Midorima spoke confidently. Kise nodded eagerly in agreement from his position on the floor.
Hana clenched her fist around the pin and huffed out her nose. Why were they both so confident? Obviously, they'd never had sharp objects thrown at their faces or they'd understand her indignation. Er, she mentally paused, at least Midorima hasn't.
During their little aside conversation, Uoya had started to shake. Watching him out of the corner of her eye, Hana prepared herself. As soon as he opened his mouth, she was on the move. He started speaking, "Your shots aren't that—"
A hand latched over his mouth and Hana smiled at the two players over Uoya's shoulder. She felt Uoya begin to stir and tightened her hold, nails digging into his cheeks. She brought her other arm to rest over his neck in a mock chokehold, but because of the height difference, she had to jump onto his back. Taking advantage of the new situation, Hana wrapped her legs around Uoya's waist and clung to him.
As his arms began to flail, Hana's grin stretched even further. Oh, how the tables have turned.
Midorima and Kise blinked at the spectacle, both for different reasons. Kise was having traumatic flashbacks of his encounter with Hana in the bathroom and Midorima was just disturbed. The manager resembled a type of monkey he'd seen on a documentary awhile back, complete with the dopey grin and everything.
"So," Hana's tone was casual, "What's up with Hello Kitty pin?"
Midorima stared at the strange display, speaking without thought, "It's Scorpios lucky item for today."
Uoya began to twist his shoulders trying to force her off. Hana tightened her limbs and replied, "Okay, so why'd you throw it at me?"
"Uhm, Imamura-chan? He's getting a little blue…" Kise trailed off in concern. Hana smiled pleasantly at him but didn't loosen her hold on Uoya.
Midorima added to his friend's observation, "That's medically unsafe."
"He's had worse. So, the pin?" Hana prodded.
"I owed you for the English assignment. You caught my errors, and we earned a satisfactory grade. That's all," Midorima explained. In normal circumstances, he wouldn't have been surprised if he blushed, but now he was too focused on the strange duo in front of him to even consider it.
"I told you he got you a present!" Kise sang out. Another blow hit him on top of the head, but it was so fast Hana didn't see where it came from and only watched as Kise sunk back to the ground.
Unfortunately, the brief skirmish caused her hold on Uoya to falter. His twisting had become stronger, and her legs had lost their grip around his waist. The only thing holding her to him now was one arm around her neck, as the other hadn't removed its position from his mouth. It was looking like it was time for this get together to go ahead and end, "Well, thank you Midorima-san! Anyway, I think it's time you guys go now!"
"You're welcome…" Midorima echoed, watching as Hana's legs were flung side to side, "…Goodbye then."
"But I wanted to hang out with Imamura-chan," Kise whined as Midorima grabbed the back of his uniform. His teammate ignored him as he fisted the blonde's collar and yanked, making Kise land on his back with an oomph. Kise was quickly dragged from the premise, his shouts fading with him, "Help me, Imamura-chan!"
As the two players left, Uoya slowly began to settle, leaving Hana hanging limply from him shoulders. Her hand fell off his mouth as she asked, "Can I let you go now?"
A nod. Hana let out a sigh of relief and jumped off his back, rubbing her sore shoulders. Uoya did the same before rubbing a quick hand over his mouth, grumping, "Your hand tasted horrible. What the hell have you been touching?"
Hana quirked an eyebrow, "The lunch table."
"Gah!" Uoya gagged and spat onto the floor, "Hana! That's gross!"
"Well now you know how I feel! You're always sweaty!"
"Ugh," Uoya massaged his jaw, eyeing her hands warily, "I never did it like that! Why'd you stop me, anyway? You're normally all for insulting them."
"Well, you heard Kise-kun," Hana fumbled over his new nickname, "We may, sort of, be friends now? Maybe?"
"You and Kise?" Uoya deadpanned, "I thought he was just messing with you?"
"He's always messing with me. But I think he was serious, I don't know," Hana sighed out and glanced to the floor in shame. She never had problems reading people before, but now she had no idea where she stood with anyone. Kuroko, Kise, and Midorima were all extremely hard to predict.
"You don't know?" Uoya snorted with mild bemusement, "Wow, you must be pissed."
Hana sighed, "You have no idea."
"Okay, so I get why you're being nice to Kise. But what about Midorima? Don't tell me your friends with him, too?" Uoya groaned at the mere thought of it. To him, Hana plus Midorima equaled hell on earth.
"No, we seriously only worked together in English. I think he was just being nice, which is still weird," Hana looked down at the Hello Kitty pin on the floor. She had dropped it during her wrangling with Uoya, but it still rested there just as obnoxiously pink as it was before.
"And the pin?" Uoya looked down at it too.
"I think it's my lucky item?" She ventured warily.
"I bet he cursed it," Uoya stated.
She shot him a droll look, "… he's not a dark wizard, Uoya-kun."
"How else can you explain it!" His arms flew into the air as he launched into explanation, "He never misses a shot, he's obsessed with fate, and he tapes his fingers!"
"What wizard has taped fingers?" Hana questioned, exasperated. She was listening with half an ear as she picked up the rest of her stuff. The shirt Uoya had brought her was suspiciously missing and Hana suspected it to be the work of Kise. If she caught sight of the blonde later, she'd make sure he'd be sharing her bad luck.
Uoya was still standing, face pinched in concentration and Hana took his distraction as a chance to grab the Hello Kitty pin. It was cute, okay? And hey, it if had some type of magical properties she wouldn't complain. It wasn't like her day could get any worse.
"He has to tape his fingers to hide his fingernails! You know, wizards always have those nasty, claw like fingernails?" Uoya snapped, eyes lighting up with victory, "Well, Midorima probably does too!"
Looking up to the clouding sky, Hana moaned, "That's not the reason."
"I'll get proof!"
"Sure, if you get proof I'll believe you 100%," she offered as she finished zipping up her backpack, "You better get your shit together, bell's about to ring."
"You need to tell me this stuff earlier!" Uoya snapped at her as he raced to his book bag, shoving random food wrappers and pencils into its cavern. Hana rolled her eyes at his over dramatics and smiled fondly. As he continued his mad rush, Hana transferred the smile down to the pin laying in her hand. What could it hurt?
She fiddled with the back and released the pin before attaching it to her uniform. The neon pink clashed horribly with the blue and white of her Teiko uniform, but if the thing could bring her better, luck the fashion disaster was well worth it. Besides, she'd liked Hello Kitty once upon a time.
As he straightened up, Uoya noticed the pin and sighed in resignation, "If it's cursed, it's your own fault."
Hana didn't respond verbally, but mentally she agreed with Uoya. Despite not thinking the pin was cursed, she knew that if her trust backfired it would be her own fault. She was trusting Midorima to have given her Scorpio's lucky item, she was trusting Kise to be genuine in his friendship, and she was trusting Kuroko to continue being kind.
She'd always had trouble with trusting the wrong people.
