A/N: Helllooo! The third chapter is finally here~ This time featuring Wakamatsu, poor baby. Ahaha, anywhoo, I'm wondering if I should start a tumblr to just post little drabbles I have no where else to put lol. My mind keeps starting fics and I can never finish them and they end up being little drabbles and idk what to do anymore. But yeah, thanks for reading everyone! I hope you all enjoy it!

Sometimes, the ace and the captain liked to work together to make his life miserable.

iii. Wakamatsu's voice

Wakamatsu liked to yell, everyone knew that. His strong personality and hot temper accounted for that fact. It wasn't unusual for the Touou center to scream and shout until his voice became hoarse, especially during games and practices. There wasn't a single day that went by without Wakamatsu's temper flaring up once again due to some first year's (Aomine's) negligence and there wasn't a single day that Wakamatsu didn't go home with a sore throat.

The school nurse knew him by name now, as he often visited during the day to get a small cup of tea or other quick cure to relieve his burning throat. She'd scold him and tell him to please try to speak in a quieter tone, but he'd tell her that it was impossible to do so with teammates like his.

And that was true. He just couldn't help himself when it came to basketball. While the first years (Aomine) were pretty troublesome and were always worthy of a good yelling, basketball just brought out the best of him. And apparently, the best of him included his yelling. But mostly it was Aomine.

But sometimes, Wakamatsu had an inkling, a little fleeting thought, that maybe, just maybe, his team sent Aomine to bother him on purpose.

Every so often he'd see Imayoshi whisper something into the annoying ace's ear and then not even a few seconds later Aomine would be sauntering Wakamatsu's way with that stupid smirk on his face. Wakamatsu was starting to get suspicious, seeing as how this seemed to happen more and more often. And every time that happened, by the end of the day his throat seemed to burn worse than it did the day before.

That day was no different.

Twenty minutes into practice, right after Wakamatsu finished yelling at some poor freshman who had thrown a lousy pass, Aomine walked up to him (he was, surprisingly, at practice that day) with that stupid smirk on his face and mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yo, Wakamatsu," he called, leaving off the honorific.

Wakamatsu scowled at the impolite power forward. No matter how many times he'd yelled at Aomine for it, the spoiled little shit never added the senpai to his name. "Stupid brat, how many times have I told you that you need to call me senpai?!" Wakamatsu's eyebrows were knitted together and his teeth were bared, an indicator that his temper was heating up once again.

"You can keep telling me," Aomine said lazily. "But I'm still not calling you senpai." He immediately backed up, successfully outsmarting Wakamatsu as the center made a move to punch the other. Aomine childishly stuck his tongue out as he turned around and walked away with his hands on the back of his head. "Still too slow," he called back behind him.

It took all Wakamatsu had (and Sakurai doing his best to physically restrain him) to not run up and strangle Aomine right then and there.

Ten minutes later, another idiotic freshman missed a layup and Wakamatsu lost it. "How can you miss a layup? It's one of the most basic of drills!" He went on and on, and while he did so he found it odd that no one came to stop him. Imayoshi would usually step in and tell him to calm down after a minute or so, claiming that he'd scare his teammates right off the team if he didn't stop, but for some reason Imayoshi just stood there with an unreadable look on his face.

Wakamatsu just shrugged it off.

As soon as practice ended he started to feel the effects of his constant shouting. He decided to visit the school nurse even though he knew that he'd surely be lectured for not taking care of himself.

When he walked into the health office, the nurse took one look at him and sighed. There was already an instant tea packet sitting on top of her desk, as if she knew he'd be coming by to claim one. She gave him two, one for later, she said, and started to fill out a report for his visit as he put the tea in the microwave

"How'd you know I was coming?" he asked. The microwave beeped and he carefully pulled out the steaming hot cup of tea. One sip and his throat was already starting to feel much better.

The rather young school nurse spun around in her chair and raised an eyebrow at him, claiming, "I'd heard you screaming from the gym all the way here." And though it was technically impossible seeing as how the gym was on the other side of school grounds, Wakamatsu actually couldn't doubt the fact. "Who was the poor boy you were yelling at this time?" she asked, already turned around as she continue filling out the form. She let out a long and tired breath as she wrote 'Wakamatsu Kousuke' on the correct line. She really should have a stamp made or something for the amount of times she had to write his name during the week.

Wakamatsu took another sip of tea before he answered. "Aomine was being a disrespectful brat and the other first years don't know how to play basketball," he explained bluntly.

The nurse just nodded, no longer surprised anymore at his rather harsh response. She spun around in the chair again and held out a pen for him. "You know the drill," she said, passing him the form for him to sign. As he did so she looked at him and sighed in exasperation. "As a nurse, I have to advise you to not use your voice so much and to not yell, but you've heard my lecture so many times that I'm sure you could recite it in your sleep by now."

Wakamatsu gave her an amused grin as he handed the form back for her to file. He was sure that he had already accumulated more than a hundred health reports in his school file, and the school year was only half way through.

He stood up and playfully saluted her as he walked out of the room. "See you tomorrow! Thanks for the tea!"

The nurse could only give him a worn out smile in return.

The next day at practice, it happened again. Wakamatsu had turned to the side to wipe his sweat for a split second when he saw his captain telling Aomine something again. They both looked to him but when they noticed he was looking back, they quickly turned their heads away.

With an eyebrow warily raised, Wakamatsu stood up straight and waited for Aomine to inevitably stroll over to him.

As if on cue, the power forward walked over to the already pissed off Wakamatsu, a suspicious overly joyful look on his face. It looked out of place and contrasted with his usually menacing features. The second year frowned.

"Ah, Wakamatsu!" Aomine greeted, slinging an arm around the center's shoulders. Once again there was no honorifics and Wakamatsu's scowl only deepened. "Captain told me to tell you to go outside and bring in the basketballs left over from the outside shooting practice earlier."

"What?" Wakamatsu exclaimed, shrugging Aomine's hands off of him. Had he really heard the freshman correctly? "But it's raining!" Loud, booming thunder sounded just as he said that and he pointed to the ceiling, proving his point. "See?!"

Aomine just shrugged, not caring at all about Wakamatsu's well being. "Captain's orders," he said simply. "And I wouldn't want to piss him off today." Wakamatsu snuck a glance over to Imayoshi and he shuddered when he noticed the dark aura surrounding the Touou captain.

Wakamatsu groaned, but he knew he had to do it. For the first time since their conversation started, he looked down, noticing that Aomine was swinging an umbrella with his left hand. Wakamatsu made a grab for it, only for Aomine to pull away. "Give me the umbrella, brat!" Wakamatsu sneered.

Aomine stuck his tongue out. "Nope, this is mine."

"Then why are you carrying it if you're not giving it to me?!"

"'Cause I'm going home." And with that, Aomine walked away, leaving Wakamatsu umbrella-less and angrier than he had been at the beginning of their conversation.

Fifteen minutes later and Wakamatsu was finally done picking up the basketballs outside. It wasn't an easy task. It was pouring and dark out and the balls seemed to be scattered everywhere. Not to mention he dropped the bag and they all rolled out five minutes into it.

He slammed the gym doors open, gaining everyone's attention. With the mesh bag full of basketballs slung over his shoulder, he slipped and slid his way over to the confused and slightly (but not really) concerned Touou captain and his fellow third year.

"Here," he growled, handing the sopping wet basketballs off to the other. Imayoshi accepted it without a word, though he didn't know the reason for it.

Wakamatsu unzipped his hoodie and pulled it off, but it was no use. The rain had already seeped through his jacket and his entire body was dripping wet.

"You're going to clean that up, right?" Susa asked, pointing behind Wakamatsu at the trail of puddles he had left.

Wakamatsu scowled at him and ignored his question, turning to Imayoshi instead. "Here, I got you your damn basketballs."

"What for?"

"Huh?" Wakamatsu said dumbly. His mouth dropped open a bit and his eyes narrowed. "What do you mean 'what for'?" he yelled, but his voice cracked and his throat clenched. He took a short, painful gulp to clear his throat before shouting, "Aomine told me you wanted me to get all the basketballs outside and bring them in!"

Imayoshi opened his mouth, as if to deny the fact, but he suddenly remembered. "Ahh, I know what you're talking about now," he mumbled, nodding to himself.

Then he turned to address Wakamatsu, who was still standing there in confusion, literally dripping water with every passing second. "I actually just told him to go do something to bother you and get your blood boiling. I never would've thought he'd go that far. I'm sorry about that." An all too gleeful smile graced his lips and he didn't look very sorry. "But thanks for picking up the basketballs out there. I was going to make the first years do it once the rain stopped, but since you already did it, there's no need for them to bother with it now." With a hard pat on the back and another sarcastic thank you, Imayoshi walked away, leaving Wakamatsu standing there wet, hoarse, and fuming that his little suspicion about the other two conspiring with each other came true.

The nurse's eyes nearly popped out of her head when Wakamatsu stumbled into her office again after practice. The tea bag she had already set out was forgotten as he staggered to the small cot in the corner of the room and collapsed onto it, whining incoherently about how he was going to kill everyone. His voice was barely audible though and it sounded worse than it ever had before.

"Well," she sighed, grabbing a few towels from the closet to dry him off (the ten minutes he had at practice did nothing to help his current state of wetness). "At least I get to write something other than just 'has sore throat' on the report today."