A/N: *peeks around before slowly going out of hiding* How long has it been since I updated...Ah well, not that long ahaha just 2 months back. Anyway, this one has been in my storage for a while, about a year and I've finally managed to finish it hahaha this is quite hard. I just don't know how to end it.

So, without further ado, I present to you - Miyaji x female!Hayama (yes it's genderbend. Please forgive me if it offends anyone...)

"There will be no practice tomorrow."

All eyes turned in disbelief towards the announcer: Their captain, Akashi Seijuurou.

It wasn't always that their captain cancelled the daily practice, even when it was Sunday and tomorrow happened to be Sunday. Practice had been more vigorous since their loss at the Winter Cup final against Seirin so the sudden announcement caught them by surprise. What had gotten into their captain's mind?

But instead of questioning their captain further, they all sighed in relief and was already planning what to do on their rare day-off.

All except three.

Yup, you guessed it; it was the three Uncrowned Kings.

"That's a bit sudden, Sei-chan. Has the coach agreed to this?" Mibuchi Reo, the shooting guard of Rakuzan, started. Akashi nodded, looking intently at the ball he was holding.

"Yes, I've talked with him earlier. I think we all deserved a rest."

That statement alone raised another question for the trio as they exchanged sceptical glances. If Akashi had actually noticed, he pretended he didn't see it.

"Why?" Nebuya took the turn this time. Well, not that it mattered anyway since he can finally relax and just lazing off in his home for once but it just somehow slipped out.

"I just have some business to handle with a former teammate of mine."

For some unknown reasons, this got the attention of the orange-haired girl - the only female in their team (after a certain female third-year had stopped playing after WC) - Hayama Kotara. She straightened up and scooted closer to the captain, but making sure to maintain a safe distance between them as her dark eyes twinkled. Akashi, noticing this, returned her twinkled dark eyes with indifferent mismatched eyes but with confusion swimming around in its orbs.

"Which teammate?"

"Shintarou."

Her eyes seemed to twinkle even more. "Shuutoku?"

Akashi nodded, not the least bothered by the obvious display of hidden motive.

"Can I follow?!" However, the sudden outburst did not only shock the captain but also the other two Uncrowned Kings. Hayama, oblivious by the loud volume of her high-pitched voice, was jumping up and down like an excited child having been agreed to buy her favourite doll.

"Can I? Can I? Can I~?!"

"Ah, geez. What's gotten into you?" Nebuya scowled, covering his ears from the screeching volume.

"Hush, Nebuya. You shouldn't talk to a lady like that!" Mibuchi scolded then turned to the shorter girl and smiled at her gently. "But why do you want to follow Sei-chan, Ko-chan?"

Hayama blushed and laughed sheepishly. "That's a secret, Reo-nee~"

"Well, as long as you don't plan to cause any trouble, you may come," said Akashi before continuing to practice, ignoring the screeching cheer booming through the gym and Nebuya's irritated shout trying to shut the hyper girl up accompanied by Mibuchi's scold towards Nebuya.

...

The day had finally come and both of them were now standing in front of the Shuutoku's school gate. Hayama had an awe look on her face then a huge pleased grin replaced it. She was dressed in a casual black long-sleeved T-shirt with a beige-coloured puffy jacket over it accompanied by her jeans shorts and black tights, showing off her well-shaped legs, a pair of white sneakers and orange hair donned in cute short pigtails, which matched her childish, cute face perfectly.

Akashi, on the other hand, wore a long maroon coat reaching his knees, a plain black pants and scarf knotted around his neck. He looked casual but never lost his aura of elegance.

"So, are they practicing?" Hayama broke the silence with enthusiasm, suppressing herself from running around the school in bubbling exhilaration just to find the gym. Akashi hummed in agreement.

"If who you're searching for is a third-year, then they're probably not here."

Hayama froze.

"Ehhhh?!"

Akashi was already on his way into the school, dismissing Hayama's shocked scream as the sound of the cold breeze. Her previous grin had melted into a shape of a disappointed, inverted 'U'.

Then what's the point I came here anyway?!

"Wa-Wait Akashiiii!" Hayama whined, strutting along after her captain. She pouted.

So he knew why I want to come. He should have told me earlier!

Akashi located the gym easily and he didn't hesitate to come in without knocking, mainly because he knew the team was in, judging by the sounds of feet squeaking and demanding voices. Hayama followed obediently, like a lost puppy.

As soon as the captain made appearance, everyone stopped their practice, heads turned to look at their unexpected visitor. Akashi took no note of that (he was probably used to it by now). Hayama was too engrossed in her sulking to have noticed it anyway.

"Akashi?"

A certain greenhead broke the silence with confusion.

"Hello, Shintarou."

"What are you doing here?"

"I need your advice."

Midorima gawked at his former captain before irritation crossed his face. "Shouldn't you inform me first? And now, of all time? Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Ma ma~Shin-chan~Don't be so rude to your friend~" A sudden feminine voice interrupted and they all turned to look at the only female member of the club, Takao Kazumi who was beside Midorima, patting his arm. Midorima frowned at her.

"Or I could just ask from Takao-san."

His frown turned into glare, directed at the red head. Akashi returned it with a blank stare of equal intensity; neither was backing down. What lasted for seconds felt like hours before the victor finally emerged-and everybody had already foreseen the outcome as Akashi never lose (no one dared to mention about the fact he did lose in the Winter Cup unless they want to be tortured with his scissors). Midorima groaned, pushing his glasses up out of habit.

He was about to reply when-

"Hey, why aren't you guys practicing? Break isn't in any minutes yet," their senpai, Miyaji Kiyoshi interrupted after being in the locker room, clearing his locker with Otsubo and Kimura who were trailing behind him. All heads turned to him, including Midorima and Akashi.

And Hayama who was as rigid as a pole at the sight of the blond.

Flowers and sparkles bloomed everywhere, Sakura petals breezing past Miyaji who was enquiring Midorima but that was not what Hayama saw in her vision. She saw a Miyaji who was dressed in the typical 'Prince Charming' suit, riding on an 'Otsubo-horse' who was in charge of carrying along 'Kimura-rriage' which was in the shape of a pineapple instead of the typical pumpkin, waiting to be ridden by the princess. Miyaji turned to look at their guests and their eyes met. He looked shocked but Hayama envisioned an alluring smile instead, as if he was glad to see her.

And she is definitely ecstatic to see him.

"Mi-!"

"Why are you here-?!"

"-ya-!"

"Uwah, Don't come here-!"

"-ji-!"

"Don't jump!"

"-san!"

He got tackled down to the floor.

"I miss you!" Hayama exclaimed, grinning like an idiot, dismissing the fact she had just tackled down another man and that she was straddling him on the floor.

Everyone in the gym who witnessed the scene jaw-dropped.

He's so lucky!

"Wha-What?! G-Get off of me!" Miyaji yelled, face flushed from embarrassment and annoyance.

Why is his rival here of all places?!

"Miyaji-san, it's been a while! How have you been? Do you miss me?" Hayama kept rambling on with a beaming, blushing face. She cupped her burning cheek with both her hands, feeling shy that she was looking at her crush up close since the Winter Cup.

"Why would I?!"

"We didn't know you're taken already."

Miyaji looked up at the sounds of his friends' voices, particularly Otsubo and Kimura who were staring down at him with an amused quirk of their eyebrows, like they were teasing him.

Hayama looked up as well and her grin became even more sparkly at the mention of 'taken'.

"Kyah, they thought we're dating, Miyaji-san~Wait, you're a third-year aren't you? So..."

Miyaji had a bad feeling about this.

"Miyaji-senpai!"

He choked on his spit.

That's so obscene!

Without regards to Miyaji's shock, Hayama squealed in delight and hugged Miyaji - who was still flat on his back – tightly. In short, she was laying on top of the flustered blond.

The audience had their jaws dropped at the display of such unabashed affection; even Akashi was thrown a bit off-guard.

"Okay then Miyaji, we'll just leave you two doing your own thing while we tell the others to resume practice," Otsubo coughed awkwardly, a visible pink hue on his cheek as he proceeded to respect his friend's privacy. Kimura waved at Miyaji and followed the former captain, who shouted at everyone to resume their practice, regardless of their guests.

"W-Wait! Kimura oi! Give me the pineapple before you go dammit!" Miyaji yelled despite the girl snuggling against his neck but was waved off by Kimura himself who gave a signal that said 'You shouldn't hit a girl'. The blond fumed.

They don't understand! I'm in a very serious trouble now!

"Miyaji-senpai! Let's go on a date later! I'll be here for today only and I wanna spend it with you!"

"Hah?! I'm not so free to accompany you all day! I have my own things to do too!"

"B-But I miss you!" Hayama snuggled deeper and tightened her embrace around Miyaji's middle, pressing herself against him. Miyaji went speechless and stiff, his face gone a shade darker.

The big problem is that her chest was pressed firmly against his chest.

However he wanted to ignore it, he could feel the two bumps vividly pressing against him through her T-shirt.

Why didn't she zip up her jacket at least?!

But the biggest problem is:

He's still a man.

The fact that she smells nice didn't help matters.

"Where's your captain?! He should stop you from being so unreasonable!" Miyaji scolded, desperately trying to unlock the death hug before anything unwanted happen. But man, the girl is stronger than she looks. Maybe because of the fact she's a basketball player and one of the Uncrowned Kings.

That or Miyaji just has an unwilling soft spot for her.

"Akashi-captain has more important things to do than scolding me~" Hayama answered with a muffled voice, warm breath ghosting over Miyaji's neck, sending sharp tingles running down the blond's spine.

The blond sat up, hoping that would shake the girl off but the situation just got worse.

Her butt was rubbing against his 'little friend'.

"I-I'm serious! Let go of me before I run you over!"

Hayama whined and shook her head. She pressed herself as closer as she could, her grip tightened. Damn, the girl is sticking like a koala!

The struggles continued with futility and persistence from both parties. The cries of help from the ex-senpai had gone on deaf ears.

Someone, help me!

As if his prayers were answered, something hit him hard right on the side of his head, knocking him out effectively without a second wasted. Hayama yelped in surprise, letting go of Miyaji, causing the poor man to plop on the floor lifelessly.

"Uwahhh, Miyaji-senpai! Don't die yet!" Hayama, in her distressed state, took hold of the lifeless Miyaji in her hands and shook him violently, tears pooling at the corner of her eyes.

"Oh shit, sorry! We were too careless! Are you okay, Miyaji-san?!" Takao strutted over to the pair, with Midorima and the other players tailing behind.

"Uwaaah! How dare you kill Miyaji-senpai?! My beloved senpai…He was supposed to be the one to take my virginity! Uwaahhh!"

Do we need to know that?!

"Ma ma~Hayama-san, calm down, let us take a look at Miyaji-san," Takao offered with a strained awkward smile. Hayama sniffed and looked at the fellow female with teary eyes and quivering lips, tightening her hold around the lifeless blond.

"Fine! But you better bring him back! Or I'll dribble your sorry head!"

Midorima's left eye twitched with annoyance as dark aura started to ooze from his being at the rude treatment Hayama was giving his teammate (aka girlfriend). Before he could retort, Akashi stepped in front of him and smiled at Hayama calmly.

"Kotara, watch your words or I'll let that beloved senpai of yours sleep forever."

"Eeeekk! I'm sorry Akashi!"

"I'm fine Shin-chan, she's just worried about Miyaji-san. That blow certainly wasn't light you know."

"She's rude. It's not okay."

Everyone was busy scolding one another. The ruckus went on deafeningly.

And Miyaji just wished someone would just save his damn life already.

-End-