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Who is Best Boy for Reader?

Yikes I haven't posted in a long time! Guys imma be straight with you...I’m tired as f*ck! 

I really meant to upload MHIEBB chapter 12 much sooner but every time I wrote for it I was just not liking how it came out. Then work piled up on me and I said I would do it during spring break.

Then spring break came around and I didnt know it was humanly possible to sleep for 9 days straight!  

Now, given the current world events I am working from home which seems to be just as much as working face to face. Nevertheless I have a solid month of working in front of my computer and believe it or not ONE chapter and possible an epilogue left of my harem story. I think I can get er done!

Seeing as the series is going to come to a close I want to know some opinions...WHO DO YOU THINK THE READER SHOULD END UP WITH?

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My Harem is Entirely Bad Boy Types (Kirisaki Daiichi x Reader) Pt. 12

Chapter 12: This Will NOT End Like Every Other Harem Anime; We Want an Answer!

 (Y/N) smiled at the younger male who continuously made quite the show of staring at her. It would come as no surprise where he got the habit from, as the man sitting on the opposite couch didn’t do a much subtler job at gawking.

 “You’re not as hot as big bro made you seem.” The kid drolled out bluntly before flopping onto the couch and pulling out a Nintendo switch.

 “You rude little shit!” Hara exclaimed making his way into the room with a bottle of water. Just as quickly as the water was shoved into (Y/N)’s hand was the Switch pulled from the kid and held several feet over his head.

 “Triggered much!? Gimme my stuff! Oww!” The kid stopped taunting as an older woman delivered a smack onto his head.

 “Cut it out! Be nice to our lovely guest and don’t ruin this for your brother.” The woman hissed at her youngest son before smiling brightly at (Y/N). “Sorry my baby lacks some social graces much like I’m sure you’ve noticed with Kazuya.”

 “Mooooother please.” The lavender haired male groaned before dropping the switch onto his little brother’s face and sitting next to (Y/N).

 “I’m just teasing, sweetheart, she knows that. Do you need anything? Water, snacks, dinner?” The woman said being just a bit too generous and eager-sounding.

 “No, that’s okay Kazu-chan just brought me a bottle.”

 “Kazu-chan?” The woman smiled even wider, if that was possible and delivered little excited smacks onto her husband’s arm.

 “Darling, I think you might be scaring the poor girl.”

 “Says you, old man. You’ve been staring at her since she walked in the door.” Hara rolled his eyes, pulling the water bottle away from (Y/N)’s lips and taking a drink.

 “Ahh my son is right! I apologize, my wife may be a little excited to meet a girlfriend of Kazuya’s. We are just not used to him bringing girls home.”

 “Yea at least not ones that still have their clothes on.” His brother muttered quietly, sticking his tongue out at his brother death-glaring him.

 “Dad, ma, I already told you she’s not my girlfriend just my team manager.”

 “Sure bro, that why you never shut up about her?”

 “Ight imma beat his ass.” Hara stood up quickly and the preteen curled in on himself. Attempting to diffuse the situation (Y/N) took quick notice of the t-shirt the kid was wearing.

 “Hey cool shirt! Ochako is best girl, am I right?!”

 The kid instantly unraveled himself and sat straight up.

 “You like bnha?”

 “Hell yeah, it’s so cool! Lemillion is everything.”

 “Oh my god, did you see the new episode!?”

 “Surprisingly, I haven’t started the latest season yet.”

 “WHAT!? Well you have to watch it like right now!”

 “Are you offering?”

 “You’ll watch anime with me?” The kid now had a clear sparkle in his eyes as he jumped off the couch and pulled the girl up by the arm.

 Hara rolled his eyes as his weeb brother ran off with his equally weeb friend. Turning to his parents he could see the questioning in their eyes. Clearly wanting to know why he was bringing home a pretty beaten up girl at nine pm to meet them.

 “Look, you know how I mentioned having a female friend who was getting picked on? Well it’s gotten worse…much worse. She doesn’t feel okay going home right now and I didn’t want her to be alone. I offered for her to stay here.”

 Both his mom and dad looked at him blankly. The silence in the room was heavy.

 “I mean, please? Or is it okay if I stayed at a hotel with her?”

 The older woman suddenly shook her head, looking shocked. She turned to her equally flabbergasted husband.

 “Wait, honey, are you ASKING us?”

 “Well yeah. So, can she stay here for a bit?”

 “Of course she can.” His father responded still sounding a bit astonished.

 “Thanks. I’m gonna take a shower.”

 The two parents watched as their son made his way out of the room.

 “I can’t believe Kazuya actually asked our permission for something.”

 “Do you think it’s because of the girl? I think I like her already!”

 “What if he screws it up?”

 “Well…we still have two other single sons!”

~~~~~

 “Hey my mom sent me in here to clear out a pest problem.” Hara said nonchalantly bursting into the guest bedroom.

 (Y/N) jumped like a cat, startled by her friend’s abrupt entry.

 “I could have been changing or something!”

 “And? Come on, my eyesight is shit anyway.”

 “Not the point! Besides what pest problem?”

 Hara leaned against the wall and pulled open the nightstand to reveal a baby monitor. Talking into it he grew a shit eating grin.

 “What exactly were you hoping to hear through this you little perv!?”

 “Why don’t you mind your business you jerk!” A voice crackled through the monitor.

 (Y/N) couldn’t help but chuckle just a bit as Hara flung the device out the window.

 “You watched anime with that loser. That’s like third base in that kid’s eyes and you’re basically his girlfriend now.”

 “I’m flattered but I don’t think I can travel to America from prison.”

 The young girl tried to ignore the loud sigh that came from her friend. She knew that Hara was probably the one who disagreed the loudest with her decision to leave Japan. Flopping back onto the king size bed, (Y/N) wasn’t fazed when she felt Hara flop down beside her.

 A comfortable silence washed over the two. It went on for so long that (Y/N) was almost sure that she was seconds away from falling asleep. That’s why when Hara finally spoke, she easily chucked it up as her dreaming or hearing things.

 “(Y/N)?”

 “Hmm?”

 “If I told you I loved you…would you stay?”

 “If you told me you loved me would you even mean it?”

 “When have I ever shown myself to be someone who doesn’t say what they mean?”

 (Y/N) finally opened her eyes and turned her head. Instantly she was swept into the whirl-wind of Hara’s fantasy eyes. There was no playfulness in his face nor hidden joke. She waited for a punchline that never came.

 “Love is a strong word. Not even any of the other guys used that word.”

 “Because none of the other guys have enough experience to identify. And even those who do are too stubborn to admit it.”

 “And you’re not stubborn?”

 “I am. But right now all my stubbornness is focused on convincing you not to leave. Please? I’d take care of you. I wouldn’t let Mei, or your mother or grandfather so much as look at you if you didn’t want them to.”

 “But you know my plans.”

 “And you can accomplish them here. I would help and I’m sure my parents would literally bend over backwards to give you anything they could. Don’t you worry about leaving us? Worry that you’d miss us? Miss me?”

 “Of course. But it wouldn’t be forever…I just don’t know for how long it would be. But wow ‘love’ really?”

 “Yeah seriously. I’ve had more flings than I can count and a good number of girlfriends to boot. I know what infatuation feels like. I know what sexual desire feels like. Attraction, crushes, curiosity. I’ve felt all that before, but I never felt this one. I’d say the only thing left is love. Of course not that it means anything with you leaving.”

 “It doesn’t mean nothing.”

 “Don’t give me that shit. Do I seem like the type of guy to promise to wait for you however long it takes?”

 “Do I seem like the type of girl who would expect you to?”

 The silence came again this time feeling only a bit awkward.

 “I mean of course I’d fuck other girls while you were away. But uhh in terms of love…. A shitty guy like me? I wouldn’t have such great karma, to meet another girl. So I suppose no matter when you’d come back…”

 His voice trailed off and (Y/N) smiled at the thought of what he was trying to say. Feeling more comfortable than she had in days, the girl let her eyes close heavily and drifted to sleep.

~~~~~

 “She doesn’t wanna fucking see you and you have about one second to get the hell out of this gym before I turn you inside out.”

 Hara and (Y/N) looked at each other, hearing Yamazaki’s voice boom from outside the gym. She knew deep down what to expect and had come to terms that she would have to face everything head on before leaving.

 Filling her lungs with air, (Y/N) pushed open the door and was met with not just Ryo, but the entire Touou basketball team.

 Her ex looked like shit and maybe she was wrong for saying that she couldn’t bring herself to feel bad for him right now. Before she could even open her mouth to get a word out, Momoi was speaking up.

 “Please (Y/N), you really need to give Ryo a chance and listen to what he has to say!”

 “Huh you know I am really just tired of people telling me what I ‘have’ to do. But let’s say I’m willing to talk to ANY of you, what is there to say? Or actually should I get Mei in here, so you don’t have to rehash anything to her?” (Y/N) sarcastically retorted.

 “That’s not how it even happened! If you would let him explain you would understand that he wasn’t trying to tell that girl, he was talking to us and she overheard.” Wakamatsu called out loudly and almost accusingly, causing (Y/N) to scoff.

 “And if you would remove your head from that far up your ass you would understand how that only makes it worse. I’d give less of a shit how someone talks about me to my enemies then how they talk about me to my friends.” The young woman finally turned to eye up her ex. “What did I ever do to you for you to go and tell them the most personal thing that was between us?”

 “I was angry and…you moved on so fas-”

 “Fast? You think that was fast? You think months of me feeling like shit, of wondering where I went wrong, of thinking maybe I made the mistake…isn’t enough? How long was I supposed to hate my life for you to feel better about yourself?”

 “You know that’s not what I meant. You chose strangers over me, how was I supposed to feel about that?”

 “NO! I was never going to choose. YOU made me choose. I wanted to be a part of a team again but I wanted you too. You didn’t let me have both. Don’t resent me when you turned yourself into an option.”

 “I was worried about you! All of us were, don’t you get that? You had a tough enough time at Too and knowing your personal situation, we didn’t know how things were going to go for you at some rich kid school. The you go and befriend literally the only people we warned you about…It’s like you do it on purpose!

 “Do what on purpose?”

 “Cause problems for yourself! Then I hear you were attacked last night when even Aomine has told you to stay away from Haizaki and instead of just being quiet you have to always instigate. It’s like every bad thing that happens to you is becau-”

 “You need to stop talking.” A gruff voice came from behind the smaller male.

 (Y/N) was shaking with anger and tears at this point but forced her glare away from Ryo to look at Aomine.

 “You came because you wanted to apologize but all that’s come out of your mouth is bullshit.”

 “Sakurai, regardless of what you think I didn’t choose a lot of this. I didn’t ask to be born into a manipulative and abusive family, I didn’t ask to be born at all. I didn’t ask for Haizaki to attack me or any of the guys that have in the past. And I definitely didn’t ask for you to come here an insult me and my team. When you’re ready to actually apologize I’ll be willing to listen. Until then get out of my face.”

 Sakurai looked like he wanted to burst into tears, but he blinked his eyes harshly. Nodding gently he took a deep breath.

 “I still love you, you know. And I don’t know why I can say it all the time but had a hard time right now…I really am sorry more than you probably believe. I was so busy on trying to get the chance to talk to you at all that I didn’t think about what I was going to say. I’ll get it right next time, I promise.”

 “Now that you got your chance to give your sob story, you can go.” Hanamiya waved off the entire team before turning around and walking into the locker room.

 With nothing left to say each team turned and walked off, one side out of the gym and the other following their captain. Only two remained under the net.

 “Thanks for calling Sakurai out on his shit.” (Y/N) smiled softly at Aomine who didn’t have a readable expression.

 “It was annoying me plus I didn’t even want to be here.”

 “How did they manage to convince you?”

 “Told me it was a scrimmage. I’d be willing to play anyone who managed to piss off Tetsuya.”

 “Sorry to disappoint.”

 “I have a question though.”

 “Shoot.”

 “You’ve fucked all of them right?”

 “Aomine! How could you ask me that!?  I thought you were on my side!”

 “Calm down. I didn’t know there was a side to pick here. But you were the one who always hassled me with anime facts I didn’t want. And if anything stuck in my head it was big tiddy 2d girls and ”

 “Harem.” Both said at the same time.

 “We both said we weren’t pulling any weak bullshit if we ever found ourselves in the center of a harem. We were gonna use harem privileges to get laid. So, come on tell me some numbers. No details! I just want a body count. All five?”

 (Y/N) face grew red as she remembered all the times, she sat on the sidelines watching her boyfriend play basketball and rambled off to his less than participating teammate. To be fair she always assumed Aomine was asleep unless they started talking ecchi.

 “NO!”

 “No you won’t tell me or not all of them? At least 3?”

 “Look if it was any more than one, these guys would have ‘School Days’-ed my ass by now.”

 “I have no idea what the anime reference is but I can get the subtext that you did cash in your protagonist card once.” Aomine had a smirk on his face as he continued to tease his old teammate.

 The girl felt her face burn red but nodded her head in agreement.

 “Do they know you still love Ryo?” (Y/N)’s head shot up which made Aomine let out a cross between a scoff and a chuckle. “Even if you do love one of these assholes, even if its not the one you totally banged…you love Ryo too. Word of advice: don’t give up anyone you can’t imagine NOT being in your life 3 years down the road. Cutting ties with someone sometimes doesn’t have regret that hits you until you see them tied to someone else.”

 “Sounds like that’s coming from experience.”

 “Does it? Well even more of a reason to hear me out. I would say I’d see you around but something tells me I won’t…that right?”

 (Y/N) nodded at her surprisingly perceptive friend.

 “Good luck then.”

 “So, is it really true then?” A soft voice rang from behind the girl as the tan male closed the door to the gym. (Y/N) didn’t have to turn to know it was Yamazaki.

 “That I still love Ryo? Well-”

 “No, not that. We all know you do, I don’t think you’ve ever gone a week without talking about him. That’s the reason none of us have actually kicked his ass, y’know? I meant is it true that you love someone from this team?”

 (Y/N) turned around and for the first time in a while she made complete eye contact with the ginger haired male.

 “Yeah…at least I thought I did.”

 “You thought?”

 “Seems pretty horrible to love anyone if I’m not completely over my ex, doesn't it?”

 …

 “That wasn’t a jab at you, Zaki.”

 “No, that okay. There’s nothing you could say to me that I don’t deserve at this point. Not that I’m trying to throw myself a pity party or make you feel guilty for me feeling guilty or…ugh why is it so hard to talk to you!?”

 “You think I’m hard to talk to?”

 “I didn’t mean it in a bad way or anything! I just mea-”

 (Y/N) took a step closer to her friend and attempted to shift a piece of hair behind her ears only for Yamazaki to take a microstep back. Her eyes scrutinized him more before tucking the hair away.

 “Mei hasn’t been kind to you ever, has she?”

 “Why did you bring her up?”

 “You flinched away from me right now.”

 “No I didn’t!” His voice practically boomed before he seemed to realize the volume.

 “I know we’ve always just talked about her as your bitch ex and joked about how crazy she was. We only took her seriously when she came after me…but she’s been awful to you for a long time, right? Emotionally, verbally…physically?”

 Yamazaki’s eyes went almost as dead as Furuhashi’s. He didn’t like what she was implying, that he was some kind of victim. He especially didn’t like hearing that shit from her. She was the one who was abused, in every way a person can be.

  So what if his girlfriend said things that hurt his feelings sometimes?

 Was someone supposed to feel sorry for him because she screamed at him for little things in public, in front of his friends?

  What right did he have to get sympathy for his 5 foot nothing girlfriend slapping him now and again?

 His thoughts were cut off when he simultaneously felt a tear run from one of his eyes and felt (Y/N) wrap her arms around his waist to embrace him.

 “I’m so sorry that we, your friends, didn’t notice. And even when we did…all we did was joke about your crazy ex instead of helping you. We heard her yell and threaten you…abuse you. We would hear all her manipulation and the guys heard more than I ever did. I’m sorry we didn’t stop her from hurting you too.”

 “Don’t apologize to me! I don’t deserve it! Abuse or not, it doesn’t excuse any of the choices I made!”

 “No, it doesn’t. But that doesn’t mean you retroactively deserve any of what she put you through. You apologized to me and I can’t forget what happened, but I forgive you.”

 “I never meant to hurt you! I was just jealous because I barely had a chance to start with and then to think that you had all this experience and I only had Mei. I didn’t know how anyone besides her could ever see anything in me and it seemed like everything was working against me. And I know I don’t act like it but…I love you (Y/N)!”

 A loud throat clearing drew the attention of both teens. The rest of the team had emerged from the lockeroom, all clearly having heard the confession. (Y/N) turned and smiled at the guys widely.

 “Ready to play?”

 “No.” Seto said firmly. “We can’t put it off anymore. I think it goes without saying that everyone in this room is aware of their feelings for you. I don’t think any of us will fight each other over you.”

 “Shit I’ll take any of you right here right now.” Hara scoffed.

 “BUT…I do think we deserve an answer.”

 (Y/N) looked between all the faces of her team before taking in a deep breath.

~~~~~

 A knock at the door had the girl jumping from her skin. Shoving her suitcase under her bed, (Y/N) quickly walked to the entrance of her guest house and opened the door slowly.

 She was expecting her mother or grandfather. Hell, she was even expecting one of the guys.

 Ryo, instead, stood in her doorway trembling slightly. As quickly as she opened the door, the boy gave a deep bow.

 “I’m so sorry! For everything…I have a lot I want to say. That is…if you’ll give me the chance to say it.”

 (Y/N) looked between her ex and her room where the packing still needed to be done. Opening the door widely, she waved him inside.

(Author’s Note: Talking about Yamazaki being abused is NOT supposed to be a plot element I pulled out my ass to get him back in everyone’s good graces. I have always written Mei with the intent that she be read as an abusive girlfriend because she IS.

Take care of your male friends too, never assume they are okay just because they are bigger or louder or stronger. His backstory is NOT his redemption, his actions for this chapter and the last are him working his way there. His backstory just gives us some insight on his character and why he does some of the things he does.)

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My Harem is Entirely Bad Boy Types (Kirisaki Daiichi x Reader) Pt. 11

Warning for mention of assault and abuse.

Chapter 11: I Guess Her Type was the Cute-Type All Along…Not That it Matters Anymore…

“(Y/N), please I really need to talk to you.”

 “I don’t think it’s a good idea to talk to you alone.” (Y/N) said keeping her head down as she jogged ahead of Yamazaki and into the school building.

 “Please, don’t be afraid to talk to me. I know I was so wrong but I would never physically hurt you! I never should have told Mei any of that stuff.” Yamazaki caught up with her and watched her tug off her outdoor shoes. “I was jealous because I really like you an-”

 His words were cut off as (Y/N) gasped. Out of her shoe locker spilled what was probably 100 pregnancy tests; marker used to make them appear positive. A note stuck to the door of the locker read:

 Not your first experience with these huh?

Yamazaki didn’t know how to react to the situation, but he didn’t need to as his former friend turned quickly towards him and lashed out with her words.

 “This why you were waiting outside my house this morning? What were you supposed to film me to show Mei?!”

 “(Y/N), no! I didn’t know anything about this. I really just want to apologi-”

 “No, cut the bullshit! You’re so fucking fake.” (Y/N) tried to keep her face firm but Yamazaki saw the obvious quiver in her lips. Everyone around was staring. “Tell Mei she wins. You deserve her and besides…I wouldn’t want you anymore anyway.”

 Not even giving him the chance to reply, the young woman slammed her locker shut and made her way further into the school ignoring the points and stares.

 Every now and then someone directed a comment at her but she kept her head down just focusing on getting to the gym. She could feel Yamazaki hot on her trail and his own voice was mixing with everyone else’s.

 “Hey (Y/N), who woulda guessed the sugar baby has her own baby huh?”

 “Another illegitimate child? No wonder your family’s been hiding you.”

 “Do you even know who the father is?”

 “You’re not just easy but stupid too!”

 (Y/N) was so close to the gym, she could hear the squeak of tennis shoes. The words of others kept coming into her brain despite there being nobody around anymore. She could feel her head spinning and a nauseous feeling in her gut before a sense of floating overwhelmed her and her knees gave out from under her.

 Yamazaki, who had thankfully been following her closely was able to hook his arms under hers before she collapsed. Quickly slinging an arm under her leg, the male was carrying her past the gym and towards the infirmary.

 Walking straight passed the open gymnasium door didn’t go unnoticed by a certain brown-haired basketball player.

 “Hey!” Seto called out quickly taking in what was happening. The other team members looked up at the sound of his voice. “What do you think you’re doing!? What’s going on!”

 Yamazaki didn’t blame him for the accusatory tone in his voice and shook it off.

 “(Y/N) was heading in here but she collapsed. I don’t know why, I think she might have had a panic attack or something!”

 “Well, don’t just stand there.” Hanamiya replied coolly though his eyes never left (Y/N)’s flushed face. “The main infirmary is too far and she’s heavy as shit. Bring her into the gym’s.”

 The orange-haired male nodded and followed everyone through the open doors. Needless to say it was tense. Seto was already preparing a cold damp cloth, Hara was prepping the small cot refusing to even look in Yamazaki’s direction, and Furuhashi sounded as if he was making a call for a doctor visit.

 Yamazaki took special notice that Hanamiya hadn’t left his side. But not for him…no. One of his hands was rested on the top of (Y/N)’s head, his gaze checking for any reaction she would give.

  “So, what exactly did you do to her, to make her pass out?” Hara spat out, still not looking up as (Y/N) was lowered on to the cot.

 “Mei put a bunch of pregnancy tests in her locker. Everyone kept taunting her in the hallway. I don’t think this is just poking fun at her…experience. (Y/N) was more upset then I’ve ever seen her. Like maybe it’s true.”

 “Maybe what’s true?” Furuhashi asked.

 “I don’t know maybe she’s pregnant or something?”

 An awkward silence hung throughout the room. There was a look in all the guys’ eyes, but it was hard to tell which were looks of suspicion and which were looks of possible guilt.

 “Don’t worry I’m not pregnant.” Came a whispered voice from the cot.

 The whole team turned to see (Y/N)’s face looking scrunched in pain, her eyes closed tightly. Even with her eyes closed a tear still managed to escape down her temple.

 “Its not a rumour either….He wasn’t supposed to tell.” The break in the girl’s voice echoed to fill the small room.

 “I know Mei was planning on going to Touou…do you think your ex told her something?” Yamazaki asked sounding like he legitimately felt bad for her.

 The young girl nodded before lifting both hands to press over her eyes. None of the guys knew what to do as she started sobbing. This whole time whether her eyes were closed, covered, or averted she refused to look at any of them.

 “Why would he tell her THAT if all things? He promised! Did he really want to hurt me that badly?! We didn’t even let most of our team know! It was between me, Ryo and Shoichi.”

 “(Y/N), no matter what happened…I’m going to be here for you.” Furuhashi said, suddenly by her side trying to pull her hands away from her eyes. “Do you have a baby?”

 Five sets of ears were listening, prepared for any answer.

 “No.”

 “Did you give it up for adoption? Is that why you left Touou?” Seto pressed on. “…Did you lose-”

 “No! I was in highschool and pregnant…and I didn’t want to be. That’s all.”

 “Did he make you choose that?” Hanamiya sounded gravely serious. “Is that what YOU wanted?”

 “We decided together. It wasn’t what either of us wanted but it was what was best. I have so much I want to do, I don’t know that I’d have been able to do that with a baby. And him…he has big dreams too, he wants to be a famous mangaka. I knew that he wouldn’t be able to do it with a family right out of high school. I couldn’t do that to him, or to some poor kid that we dragged into this world only to feel like a burden to their parents.”

 “Well then that’s that.” Hara said sitting heavily onto the cot besides his manager. “What’s in the past can’t be changed. If you aren’t bothered by it then it’s not really a big deal.”

 “My mom had the same operation done once.” Furuhashi chimed in with a shrug of the shoulders.

 “Joo-Won’s ex-girlfriend did too.” Seto threw in casually.

 (Y/N) finally sat up and opened her eyes. They were red and glassy from crying. But what scared them the most was just how much the light behind them faded. In the past their words and encouragement would rekindle that spark. Now it was almost as if none of that mattered.

 “Thank you for carrying me in here.” The girl addressed to Yamazaki, who had been hanging back just far enough.

 “It’s no problem! Really I just want to talk with you and apol-”

 “Not right now okay? We have a game against Fukuda Sogo tonight and we should be preparing for that.”

 “We aren’t just gonna brush your situation aside to play a game!” Hara exclaimed only to be taken aback by (Y/N)’s smiling face.

 “Of course, we are. If everyone already knows what else can I do? Honestly, I’m upset because I thought I could trust a secret like that with someone I consider my first love. I don’t care what people are saying.”

 “Well now I do recall once telling you ‘Three can keep a secret if two are dead.’” A smooth voice called out from the door.

 All six turned their heads only to be filled with confusion, anger or surprise. Imayoshi was frowning deeply as he looked at the girl lying in the bed. Surprising everyone there it was Seto who made the first move, walking up to Imayoshi and grabbing him by the collar of the shirt.

 “You’ve got some fucking nerve showing up here!”

 “Well after what’s happened, I had to check on my darling (Y/N).”

Furuhashi turned to gauge (Y/N)’s reaction and was unsurprised by the tears but was floored when she opened her arms up to the intruding male. Imayoshi pushed past Seto and sat beside the girl, embracing her tightly as she sobbed into his shoulder.

 “He told, Shoi-chan! He told, when he promised me! Why would he do that?”

 “Shh it’s okay. I know, Momoi called to tell me what happened.” The dark-haired male was stroking (Y/N)’s hair and finally getting a glimpse of his eyes the guys could tell he was just as furious as they had been over the situation.

 “We thought it was Imayoshi who told Mei about…you know.” Yamazaki said trying to get some clarification for all involved.

 “No! Why would he even have done that? It was my stupid fucking ex!” (Y/N) wiped at her eyes and sniffled a bit seeming to switch from sadness to anger.

 Five different brains lagged for a second, fighting their assumptions and the narrative they had created in their minds for the better part of the school year.

 “We thought Imayoshi was your ex!” All of them exclaimed loudly.

 “He even said he was!” Hara pointed an accusing finger at the bespeckled male who was now fighting a smirk.

 “I don’t quite recall making that statement. Though I do remember you boys making that assumption and perhaps I saw no need to correct you at the time. Undoubtly I am one of the most important people in her life and she was in fact mine before anyone, here in Japan.” Imayoshi chuckled and turned to (Y/N). “See even your team thinks we should date. So, what do you say?”

 “I say the same thing I’ve been saying since you were ten! ‘Gross, you’re my goddamn cousin!”

 “Yeah but I’m your first cousin. You know you have your ‘cousins’ and then you have your ‘first cousins’ and-”

 “Wait so this guy is the cousin you always talk about.” Hanamiya interrupted. “Shoko’s son right?”

 “Hold on who’s Shoko?” Furuhashi questioned.

 “My late aunt and yes, he is.”

 “How does Hanamiya know that?!” Hara exclaimed again. “Did she tell you her tragic backstory after all!? No fair!”

 Imayoshi’s face was unreadable but inside a heavy weight that had been sitting in his stomach suddenly deflated. When he’d heard about what (Y/N) was going through he feared that she was dealing with it alone but it seemed he might have underestimated her support system at KiriDai.

 “So then who is your ex?” Furuhashi asked. “Since only one other person knew then your ex must be-”

 “Sakurai Ryo, the reason I’m here.” Imayoshi interjected. “(Y/N), he’s been calling me all morning saying he can’t reach you.”

 “Of course that asshole can’t! I blocked him after….look I blocked him a while ago. What’s he even trying to reach me for!? He already told all of Tokyo that he got me pregnant, what else does he want!?”

 “I’d assume to apologize. Momoi and Aomine have been filling me in. Apparently, he said that if he can’t contact you by the end of the school day that he’s coming down to KiriDai to find you.”

 “Who the hell does he think he is!?”

 “Sakurai? I don’t even know who the fuck that is.” Hara said finally processing all this new information.

 “Timid little brown-haired kid, always apologizing. That being said, (Y/N), maybe you should hear him out. Ryo doesn’t seem like the kind of boy to do something like that without some sort of manipulation or maybe it was an accident.” Imayoshi explained.

 “Fuck that.” Hanamiya finally spoke up. “Sure manipulation is a thing but that doesn’t erase someone’s personal responsibility. The point isn’t WHY he told it’s the fact that he DID. Lots of things sway people and manipulate their choices but in the end you’re the one that makes the decisions and you’re the person who deals with the aftermath of those decisions.”

 “Hanamiya’s right and right now all I want to know is (Y/N)’s decision.” Seto added turning towards the girl. “Do you want to see your ex? Do you want to call? Do you want us to go down to Touou and beat his ass? Because all of these options are on the table right now.”

 “I want to get through the day. I want to go to our game and win. I want to move on to the next round of the Winter Cup.” For just a moment the guys thought they saw the sparkle in her eyes rekindle. Looking up at all of them that sparkle quickly pooled on her lashes and slid down her face. “I want everything to be the way it was a few months ago.”

~~~~~

 “I mean hiding a pregnancy, sure. But she had to have had an abortion, no way you can hide a whole kid.”

 “From the sounds of it her mother hid her. Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

 “Hey shut the fuck up!” Hara hissed at the gossiping pair in the back of the class.

 “Ahh see I told you he was the father! Pay up!” One of the girls smirked at her friends like it was all some funny game.

 “It was last year, so before I even met Kazu-chan.” (Y/N) voice whispered in a deadpan tone, as she flipped through her math book.

 “So then it must have been with one of your paid dating guys, right?!”

 “It was with my ex at Touou.”

 “(Y/N), you don’t have to answer to anybody!”

 “If they don’t get the real answer from me they’ll just make up one of their own.”

 “Okay class, have a nice lunch and hopefully when you come back you’ll be feeling less chatty.” Their teacher announced with a glare directed at (Y/N) and Hara.

 The girl didn’t flinch or falter as her dead eyes bore into the teacher’s, until it was him that turned away. She began gathering her stuff and lifted her phone to see what seemed to be 20+ missed calls from her mother, no doubt having heard about this incident at school.

 “Hey come on, the guys are probably already waiting for us at the table.” Hara said as the room cleared out. (Y/N) smirked as she saw him fiddling with the bolts on the legs of the gossipers’ chairs.

 “You go on. I need to call my mom.”

 “Yeah about that…not really fair that only Hanamiya knows your story, don’tcha think? I mean it would make more sense to all of us. Imayoshi didn’t really give us more info before you sent him back to his university. We’re not trying to be nosy at this point but I think it would help us understand you a little better.”

 “Fair enough. I’m more than sure Hanamiya is willing to fill you guys in with what he can. I guess I don’t really have anything to hide anymore.”

 (Y/N) continued to force her smile until her friend was out of the room. Nails tapped nervously on the desk as the phone in her hands rang over and over again.

 Maybe if she was lucky her mother wouldn’t even want to speak with her right now. But it would seem the only luck she had any more of was bad.

 “I already spoke with your mother. She knew, said you came to her when the incident occurred.  I can’t believe you two were stupid enough to think you could have kept something like this from me.” A harsh male voice whipped through the phone. “I told her from the very start that she couldn’t be the mother Shoko asked her to be! But she insisted on keeping that silly deathbed promise and tried to be in your life. Had I raised you alone none of this would have been an issue! She was trying to prove something to me but all she’s proved is how incompetent she is!”

 “Grandfather, it was quite some time ago. We handled it.”

 “No, child. Handling it would have meant it was never heard of again. I should have handled your mother and she should have handled you!”

 (Y/N) flinched at the man’s raised voice and she couldn’t stop the tears from coming yet again.

 “Though I give credit where credit is due. I’m grateful you are more aware of your own body than your mother was. In spite of the social faux pas, you were at least smart enough not to bring another unwanted child into this world.”

 UNWANTED.

 Those words echoed in (Y/N)’s head over and over drowning out anything else the man was saying to her. She really had been unwanted. By her mother, her grandfather, her classmates, apparently her ex.

 Her father accepted her but…truthfully he hadn’t wanted her either. Even this team had more or less been forced to accept her because of the assignment with Hara. When she’d first become the manager said male, had made it abundantly clear that he wanted another partner. Hanamiya was never shy in saying he never intended for her to stay.

 UNWANTED, UNWANTED, UNWANTED

 Her body was shivering, and she could feel her breath growing more and more shallow before the phone was pulled out of her hands. Looking up she could see Furuhashi glare at the screen.

 “What a disgusting way to speak to your family.” The male retorted loud and clear before hitting end. Shoving the phone into his pocket the male extended his hand out to (Y/N). “I assumed you’d come to lunch with Hara but when I saw him walking alone in the hall, I knew you’d still be in here. Come with me.”

 “Where?” She said, taking his hand anyway and following him out of the classroom.

 “The roof.”

 “The roof? What the hell are we going to do on the roof? Hey if this is a Hara roof joke, I don’t really appreciate it at this point.” (Y/N) said with an annoyed expression but continued to climb the stairs with her friend.

 “No joke. Confessions should happen on the roof.”

 “Yeah I guess if you’re in an anime….wait confession?”

 “I mean it shouldn’t be a surprise, right? With everything we’ve done and been through?”

 “Well I guess not but you really don’t seem like the type of guy to do the whole love confession shtick.”

 “No but I am the type of guy that is used to getting what he wants. And if this is how I get it then so be it.” Furuhashi squeezed her hands gently and (Y/N) could feel a blush form on her cheeks. She continued to let him pull her to the final door but both were drowned in an awkward silence as the male jiggled the handle.

 …

 …

 …

 “It’s locked.”

 (Y/N) couldn’t help but let out a giggle at the look of genuine dismay on the guys’s face. He blinked at her unamusedly.

 “I’m sorry Furu! It’s just that these anime tropes haven’t really worked out very well for any of us!”

 “…Why don’t you call me Kojiro? You call Hara by his first name and I’ve even heard you called Seto, Ken.”

 “Huh? Well I guess it’s because first names are like really personal right?”

 “Then do you feel closer to the other guys than me? You called me Kojiro once…it was nice.”

 “I just…the other guys are more laid back than you. It’s not a bad thing though I promise! You’re just really hard to read and I wouldn’t know if you were okay with something like that.”

 “I’m hard to read?”

 “Honestly, yeah a little.”

 “Then maybe everything I’ve done til now has been pointless. If that’s the case let me lay everything out here and now and be sure I’m clear.”

 (Y/N) noticed how he moved closer to her slowly as if gauging her reaction. One hand moved to lean against the wall beside her head and the other moved under her chin to tilt her head up. She could push him away at any point if she wanted to.

 But did she want to?

 “I have never met anyone quite like you. Everyone has either told me things were black or white. I’m either supposed to follow my mother’s every whim or reject every suggestion. You understood just how difficult that truly was, being the sole heiress to your own company. And even being so similar to me you never made it about yourself or about what you would do. You cared about what I wanted and how my decisions affected me.”

 (Y/N) was looking into Furuhashi’s eyes and for the first time realized how much emotion they could truly hold.

 “It’s going to be hard because I won’t give up my company for anyone. But…(Y/N) I won’t give you up for anything either. Your grandfather was wrong. You’re wanted…I want you.”

 Furuhashi felt almost a static shock as his lips brushed against her softly. Almost as quickly as he felt their touch she turned her red face away.

 “I…I need to think about some things. I have a lot going on right now and-”

 “I understand.” Furuhashi gave her a tiny but genuine smile. He rested his hand on her head softly. This didn’t feel like a rejection, she probably really did need some time to figure things out. “You have some time…just try to give me your answer before it turns into an objection at my wedding.”

~~~~~

 “I can’t believe you confessed to her without telling us, bastard!” Hara scowled Furuhashi as the team walked into the stadium.

 “Not my fault you guys were all busy stuffing your faces while I was moving the chess pieces further along.”

 “Ugh so you get the first confession, Hara has first guys status of knowing her before us and Hanamiya knew her backstory. What advantage does that leave me exactly?” Seto grumbled sleepily.

 “Well technically, according to (Y/N), Yamazaki confessed first. But I’m pretty sure he’s been dropped from the harem.” Hanamiya commented before the sight of his manager walking ahead of the group. “Hey!”

 The girl turned her head and smiled widely at the boys before seeming to wince and suddenly grew sheepish. Sprinting over to them she tried to put on her best game face.

 “What’s with all the makeup?” Hara asked noticing she had a full face on that she didn’t have this morning. “Don’t tell me your emergency stop at home was just to get all pretty for a basketball game?!”

 “Mind your own business!” The girl snapped with just a little more fierceness than sarcasm would intend. “My face looked really gross from crying earlier.”

 “Aww babygirl, I doubt a sexy girl like you could ever be described as gross.”

 Could a voice be described as greasy? Because this was it.

 (Y/N) turned with an unimpressed look on her face. Sure enough she recognized the guy as Haizaki Shogo, the ace and pain in the ass of Fukuda Sogo. Not wanting to deal with any bullshit the girl rolled her eyes and turned an ignoring back to him.

 It came as no surprise but was still plenty annoying when an unwelcome arm was slung around her shoulder.

 “Come on princess that’s a bit rude. You looked mixed, must be American right?”

 (Y/N)’s face grew red out of anger and embarrassment as he began spewing lewd words and phrases at her in Japanese.

 “I can speak Japanese, you dick! Which you obviously knew considering you heard me speaking it when you walked up to me with your bullshit!”

 “Hmm? Awesome you can teach me to talk dirty in English then.”

 “Yeah thanks but no thanks, Post Malone.” (Y/N) ducked under his arm and sauntered inside the building, not bothering to look back. “Come on guys.”

 Haizaki practically growled as the girl before finally taking notice of the team she was walking with. He smiled to himself and decided he was going to head inside too.

~~~~~

 “Ahh Ken-chan what are you doing here? You need to be warming up!” (Y/N) said trying to usher the man out of the locker room.

 “I know.” The taller male knew she didn’t really have a chance of moving him an inch and in defiance slumped into the locker room bench. “I just uhh wanted to talk to you.”

 His voice was trying to find its footing in not sounding accusatory, angry, upset or any other tone beyond casual.

 “Huh me? About?”

 “It’s just uhh Joo-won called me earlier.”

 “Oh! How’s he doing!? Good I hope!” (Y/N) responded back excitedly, unknowingly making Seto’s heart clench.

 “Yeah good. Anyway, he said that he hasn’t been able to reach you all day but wanted to tell you ‘yes’?”

 “Oh my gosh really!? That’s amazing! Oh my god Joo-won is the best!”

 Seto would have been happy to see the girl’s eyes light up had his brother not been the reason for it. He didn’t even know that Joo-won had (Y/N)’s number. And what exactly had he agreed to? He knew deep down it was a bad idea to introduce her to his more attractive brother. It wasn’t the first time it happened, so it was his own fault really.

 “(Y/N), I need an honest answer!” His voice came out as firm and commanding as he could will it.

 “Sure, Ken-chan.”

 “Do I have a chance or don’t I?”

 “Uhmm what?”

 “I just…that night when we…you confuse me. It’s like sometimes I think that you’re still in love with your ex, the next I’m sure you’re gonna run off with one of my teammates. And finally, when I start thinking that maybe I have a chance you’re secretly talking with my brother.”

 (Y/N)’s face grew red and warm all over again.

 “I’m not talking to Joo-won like that! It’s just a business relationship I promise!”

 “Yeah but still… at the risk of just straight up asking ‘what are we?’ I need to know your feelings for me. I know that isn’t fair to ask you right now when you have everything to deal with. And after two of my teammates confessed to you and undoubtedly the other two will soon. I just need to know if I’m even a contender in whatever the hell this is. I don’t like wasting my time or energy. Not that caring about you is a chore or something.”

 “You care about me, Ken-chan?”

 “Well that should have been obvious. Come on (Y/N) I like you because you’re not an airhead so don’t start acting like one. You know I care about you.” Seto stood up and stretched a bit before turning back to her with a small smile. Cupping her face softly he knelt down and was seemingly about to place a kiss on her lips but pressed his mouth to her forehead. “In fact, I suppose I care about you enough to not demand an answer from you right away. But I do expect one eventually.”

 The young woman watched her friend make his way out of the locker room and smiled to herself. However, the ringing in her pocket pulled her from any thoughts she was having. With the knowledge that Joo-won had been calling all day she decided to finally look at her phone.

 Momoi Satsuki

 “Hello?”

 “(Y/N)! Please don’t hang up! I went searching at Kirisaki Daiichi but they said your team had already taken off! I’m so sorry and if you just let me explain-” Sakurai Ryo was cut off.

 “Don’t fucking call me again.” With that the girl hung up.

 “That was harsh, babygirl.” Haizaki’s voice came from the doorway.

 “Who fucking asked you? And don’t call me babygirl.”

 “You American girls like that though, don’t you? I prefer Onii-chan but I think I can get used to being called Daddy.”

 “Well not from me.” (Y/N) said trying to move past him and get to the door. She felt her heartbeat quicken as he stepped in front of her. “Excuse me.”

 “Oh cute you’re getting nice and polite for me now? I should warn you I don’t have much money. Though I can probably pay you with good sex, I’m much better than all those old men you whored yourself out to.”

 “What did you say to me?!”

 “Lots of people have heard of Kirisaki Daiichi’s slutty little manager. I’m kinda jealous of them.”

 “You don’t know what you’re talking about!” (Y/N) made a break for the door only for the much bigger and stronger male to trap her against it, one hand restraining her wrists the other clenching her throat.

 “Don’t worry babygirl, I’m not judging you for it. In fact, if you were my girl, we could make lots of money together. You got the goods and I know just how to market it.”

 (Y/N) glared at the male as he drew closer to her. Hacking loudly, she spit right in his face.

 “Like hell I’m gonna let some wannabe Miracle, ‘Emergence’ me!”

 “What the hell does that even mean you, stupid bitch!?” Haizaki grabbed a fistful of her hair and (Y/N) screamed out. “You should be thankful someone even still wants your used-up ass. I’m not asking you to do anything you haven’t already done a hundred times before. You let your team take turns, what’s one more guy?”

 “Get off me!”

 It seemed to happen so fast. One-minute Haizaki’s lips were on hers, then the door was being pulled open making them both fall. She could taste blood in her mouth, she could hear a familiar voice shouting, and felt a familiar embrace tugging at her.

 Fighting out of the restraint her fists were quickly pounding into her attacker’s face. Blood was pooling out of his mouth fast, letting her know she’d bitten his tongue deep enough to need stitches. Unlike the last time this guy was fighting back. But also, unlike the last time this wasn’t simple rage.

 “You think you fucking know me because of some rumours!?” The girl shouted as a flash of orange was quickly trying to pull the male off of her. “Do you know how many times I went along with stuff I didn’t wanna do because I was too young and naïve to realize their threats were bullshit?”

 She could hear the male scoffing at her and knew he didn’t give two shits about her sob story. But telling it right now, it was almost as if she could picture the faces of everyone who had ever taken advantage of her. When he punched at her cheek, she bit down on his hand harshly, relishing in the snap she felt.

 “Hara, Makoto! Guys come in here!” The voice attempting to hold her back called out. The sound of shoes squeaking grew louder and suddenly more hands were on her, pulling her away.

 “And when I finally stopped letting these things happen to me do you think that stopped anyone from trying to use physical force instead!? Do you think I would never learn how to fight off assholes like you!? I hate men like you!”

 Almost as quickly as all the fuss began, did the room suddenly go still. Finally letting her eyes focus the girl could make out the faces of her team as well as the sport complex’s security. The person still holding her was giving the security guards a brief description of what happened.

 Everything around the girl was still blurry and a high pitched whistle was drowning everything out. Haizaki was screaming something at her or about her as he was removed from the locker room.

 “(Y/N)! (Y/N) can you hear us? Are you okay?”

 Finally looking at the person holding on to her she was surprised to see Yamazaki’s concerned face.

 “I came to see the game but when I was walking by I heard you yelling and opened the door. I guess you really didn’t need my help beating the guy up but I flagged down the team and security. They got that guy out of here but oh god are you okay? Who am I kidding of course you aren’t okay! This is all my fucking fault!” Yamazaki was ranting and to (Y/N)’s surprise crying. “I heard what that asshole said! He attacked you because of the rumours he heard! Rumours I helped spread. I’m so sorry! I never thought something like this was going to happen.”

 The girl was listening but not quite. It had all been building up to this. She didn’t even have it in her to cry anymore.

 “God look at this bruise on your face.” Furuhashi said kneeling down to examine the girl. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

 “That one wasn’t Haizaki.” The girl deadpanned.

 All the males looked at each other in concern and question. That was the real reason she showed up in so much makeup? She wasn’t safe at school and apparently not even in the comfort of her own house.

 “(Y/N), what do you need?” Hara asked, now crouching by her side. “What do you want us to do?”

 The girl swallowed a thick lump in her throat. It was a long time coming but with recent things falling into place the way they did…her mind thought to a private conversation she had with Imayoshi earlier.

 “Is your team going to take that well?”

 “Makoto told me I should do what’s best for me.”

 “Probably because you haven’t shown a track record of doing so, he doesn’t believe you actually will.”

 “Shoi-chan, please. I need to know before I make this jump. Are you all in or not because I can’t do it without you?”

 “I never have been able to tell you no. I’ll willingly be your pawn in this game so long you’re sure you can win.”

 (Y/N) was shaking at the thought of stepping away from everyone. But if she didn’t…maybe she would stay in the same place her whole life.

 “I wanna go home.”

 “I’ll call my driver.” Furuhashi began only to see (Y/N) shake her head.

 “No…my real home.”

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Hi! I found "My Harem is Entirely Made Up of Bad Boy Types" through kirisaki-daichi-scenarios, and I fell in love with it!!!💘 Your writing is absolutely amazing!! This is hands down my favorite knb fanfic!💕 This pushed me farther down into this kiridai abyss and now there's no escape 😜😍

Awww 😭 thank you! This story has been in head for more than a year. I told myself that if I wrote it only five or so people would read it. But my best friend told me that even if that were so, it’d make those five people really happy to have such a hard to find and specific group of characters. I’m glad you’ve become one of those people who I was able to make happy with my story.

Thank you ❤️

[dessiekarma]

How DARE you to write such a good story on the angsty assholy boys ?!?!? I literally didn’t sleep tonight because of your wonderfully written story.....but like i cant await for updates.... hahaha RIP sleep

Thank you! I hope I can get the next chapter out by this weekend and from there we are in the home stretch of this story!

[dessiekarma]

My Harem is Entirely Bad Boy Types (Kirisaki Daiichi x Reader) Pt. 10

Chapter 10: I Really Need a Beach Episode in the Midst of All This Bullshit

 Yamazaki felt the wind get knocked out of him as Furuhashi slammed him into the gymnasium wall. He screwed his eyes up tight as he watched the angry male draw his fist back.

 “Furu no!” Seto called out pulling him off his teammate.

 “If you don’t want her that’s fine! But you didn’t have to tell your ex all this shit about her!” Furuhashi snapped at Yamazaki, looking angrier than anyone had seen him.

“We don’t know for sure that he’s the one who spre-” Hara began only for Yamazaki to scowl at him.

 “Spread rumours? Is that what you were gonna say? It’s not rumours if the facts are true. (Y/N) let Furuhashi spend the night with her several times, you and her sure took your time on the roof the day of the Seirin interview, and Seto told us he spent the night with her in a love hotel.”

 “Which I told you guys in confidence! And from what she’s told me you’ve spent the night at her place more than once!” Seto was now the one raising his voice. “If something had happened do you think I would have mentioned it? Did I ever say that I slept with her?”

 “You never said but you never said you didn’t.” Hara mumbled to himself. When Seto had come back to school after that weekend he’d told the guys of the predicament he and their manager found themselves in. The lavender-haired male wouldn’t let on to the fact that he was feeling what he could only describe as jealousy. It would stand to reason that he was just a bit bitter.

 “What? That isn’t the point! I didn’t ask you if you fucked her on the roof!”

 “Only because knowing him, you might not like the answer.” Furuhashi grimaced as he too thought of his teammates being intimate with (Y/N).

 “Oh really? Well you know it’s a lot easier to mess around with someone in the comfort of their own house than it is on a public roof. So, anything you want to own up to?”

 Furuhashi casted empty eyes on Hara before looking at Seto and Yamazaki.

 “Who am I to own up to anything. Sex is something between two people and meant to be kept that way. Without her being part of the conversation, it isn’t any of our places to say what she has or hasn’t done with anybody.”

 Hara visibly deflated as he took in his words. Seto too looked almost guilty to have dragged anything further into the conversation. Still Yamazaki simply rolled his eyes.

 “If things haven’t become abundantly clear at his point…I care about her.” Furuhashi looked serious, as his eyes were almost challenging his teammates ��It is my intention that she grows to care for me too and I abandon my engagement. While it makes me angry to think of her giving any of you that level of intimacy, I haven’t told her my feelings. What right do I have to expect loyalty from a girl who isn’t even mine? If none of you have spoken your feelings than you have no right either.”

 “Oh fuck off, Furuhashi! It’s not about loyalty its about having some goddamn self-respect. You wanna be another number to her then be my guest but maybe I wanted more than that! She knew I was defending her from everybody saying these things and she let me continue to make an ass of myself knowing full well it was all fucking true!”

 “Nobody is saying you have to pursue her; in fact it betters our chances if you don’t. But for you to go and purposely tell those things to Mei, knowing she was going to tell everyone…makes you a bitch too.” Furuhashi spoke calmly as if simply stating facts.

 “What the fuck did you call me!? Maybe it’s easy for you to accept her because you want an out from your engagement. And Seto has been fucking desperate for any warm body since he started highschool! And Har-”

 A certain bubble-gum chewing player grew angrier as each word came out of his childhood friend’s mouth. When Yamazaki’s eyes met his, he could see them both burning with the desire to speak out to him but also with hesitation. Who exactly did he think he goddamn was, talking to the team that way?

 “And what about me huh?” Hara asked suddenly up in Yamazaki’s face. “You were getting to me, weren’t you? So, what is it you’ve been wanting to say to me? Because I know it’s been a long time coming, before we even met (Y/N).”

 “Of course, you wouldn’t mind because you’re just like her! You bragged about a different girl every day up until you met (Y/N). And why? Because it distracts you or because your over-” Yamazaki trailed off looking away with a growl.

 “Because what?!” Hara called out pushing Yamazaki hard. “Say it you little pussy!”

.

“Because you’re overcompensating for being damn-near blind! Just admit you actually like the attention! Keeps girls coming back to you! You hope they will find out so they can pretend to see something in you, since horny blind basketball player seems to be your only fucking personality trai-”

 Hara’s fist connected with the male’s cheek instantly. Yamazaki didn’t miss a beat and swung back nailing the male in the jaw.

 “You’ve always been fucking jealous of me! Just admit it! You only hung out with me because you hoped the girls I was done with would give you a chance! And you’re stuck kissing Mei’s ass because you think she’s the first girl who paid attention to you instead of me.” Hara had his knee firmly planted into his former friend’s chest. “I guess she was looking for an easily manipulated bitch boy so turns out you fit the bill!”

 Yamazaki threw his weight up and tackled Hara into the bleachers, effectively smashing his back into the hard metal. The two continued to exchange blows.

 “Oh, so now you want to play the good guy and say I’m the asshole. You’ve never had problems calling girl’s out for having sex with you. In fact, didn’t you just do it to Yuna?”

 “Those girls are bitches! I don’t worry about hurting people who don’t deserve my respect! But what did (Y/N) do to lose yours!?”

 Hara, on top again, was about to bring his fist down square on Yamazaki’s face. Reeling his fist back as far as he could go, the sound of someone screaming for him to stop couldn’t actually halt the momentum.

 His fist did come down every bit as hard as he intended it to. Only the target wasn’t Yamazaki but (Y/N). Her body was trembling as she hunched over Yamazaki’s head.

 Tears were running down her face and none of them knew if it was due to the blow on the shoulder or simply from watching her friends fight.

 “Don’t hurt him.” She pleaded as Hara instantly tried to pry her off.

 “Why are you protecting him!? I’m on your side! I’m the one fucking defending you! Did you hear any of what he said about you?!”

 “…I did. Fighting isn’t going to change his mind. Just let it go…please.” (Y/N) had let go of Yamazaki and was looking into Hara’s odd eyes, pleading with him silently.

 “Whatever. Get the fuck up and get out; you’re lucky she was here to save your ass.” He spat at Yamazaki who was quick to storm out of the gym slamming the door behind him.

 Only then had the remaining three members noticed a certain someone handing around the entrance.

 “You guys have control of the team for not even a month and you’ve managed to be falling apart this badly.” Hanamiya commented with an almost concerned tone in his voice.

 “Hanamiya, what are you doing here?” Seto asked more curiously than accusatory.

 “I came because I was gonna chew you out for not watching that one. What good was it for me to leave if she was just gonna be hurt by someone else?”

 The team turned to (Y/N), only now realizing she looked pretty beaten up. Dried blood hung around edge of her nostril, her bottom lip swelled slightly and a dark bruise could be seen right under her eye. Her arm cast was littered with obscene drawings and the words ‘whore’ ‘slut’ scrawled in big red letters.

 “What the hell happened to you!?” Furuhashi asked, now quickly by her side.

 “It’s okay my cast was coming off in a few days anyway.”

 “Your cast? Look at your fucking face!” Hara exclaimed.

 “I found her pulling herself off the ground like that. Judging by the way she kicked that one guy’s ass…I’d say it had to be a group effort, but she won’t tell me who did it.”

 “(Y/N) just tell us! I will end their fucking existence! Whoever it was I’m not afraid of them. Me, Seto, Furu and Hanamiya will fuck them up!”

 “What good would that do? Today is the last day before summer break. When we get back its Wintercup and then it’s all smooth sailing until we graduate. Besides I started the fight. I thought I could handle myself but then one of his friends joined in and another. I couldn’t fight off 4 guys at once.”

 “It doesn’t matter who started the fight! Why the hell would it be okay for four guys to gang up on one girl!?” Seto said running a hand through his ungelled hair. “But also why the fuck would you pick a fight with someone?! Do you have no concern for your goddamn safety!? Those guys didn’t come out of nowhere, you must have seen them hanging around their friend. And four of them? Goddammit (Y/N) they could have done a lot worse than beat you up and for what? Because they were talking shit about you?!”

 “They were talking shit about you guys!” (Y/N) screamed out, her voice reverberating off the gym walls. She was now sitting on the bleachers staring at her feet. “They were saying how they expected this from Hara and that they were going to find Furu’s fiancé and tell her things. They said that you were desperately waiting for an easy girl and Hanamiya was a psycho and Zaki was just whipped by his ex and trying to get her attention.”

 None of the team made any move to comfort her as she raged on.

 “At first it was all true! I did sleep around and I did go on paid dates…but now they’re making things up! They’re telling everyone I slept with Touou’s coach; that’s not true and that shit isn’t funny! He could lose his job because of something like that! And to hear them talk about things I’ve supposedly done with the people on Touou’s team…including Shoichi. They don’t even know him! I wish they would all drop fucking dead!”

 (Y/N) had very apparent tears running down her face. They knew she had been holding this in for far too long. Nobody, no matter how strong, was made of stone.

 “We ignored it for too long and now it’s a fucking issue.” Hanamiya said with a sigh. “Doesn’t help that the mind frame found its way in here through Yamazaki. Good thing the trash took itself out. I’d say if anyone else feels the same, they see themselves out as well.”

 Hara, Seto and Furuhashi looked at each other and back at their manager. Even some of the second-string players had turned their backs on her.

 They all had time to think of it. To decide if they cared about her past or about anything she could have done with one of their teammates. For all of them, as far as they were concerned…once she was theirs, they would worry about her being only theirs.

 “Well then good. Seto, you got a summer schedule worked out for practices?” Hanamiya said going up to the tall male.

 “Wait are you back on the team?” Hara asked with wide eyes, he no longer bothered hiding.

 “From the looks of it you guys are one man short. And with (Y/N) becoming Kirisaki Daichi’s main target, you’ll need someone else to kick asses. Besides…I decided it was time to stop punishing myself.”

~~~~~

 “What do you mean!?”

 (Y/N) stopped walking and pressed her back into the school’s wall. She was just trying to make her way home without dealing with anyone and she could recognize that voice anywhere.

 “Mei, I care about you but I don’t think we should be together.” That was definitely Yamazaki’s voice.

 “After what you told me about her, after betraying her do you think you’d possibly have a chance with her? You still want that bitch!?”

 “No, I told you those things because I was angry with her. But Mei…you aren’t good for me either.”

 (Y/N) hung her head as she listened to Yamazaki’s footsteps walking away from the conversation. Her head snapped up when she heard an accusatory voice turn the corner.

 “You! Of course you’re fucking here! Did you come to make sure Yamazaki told me what you wanted him to!” Mei yelled out, getting dangerously close.

 “I didn’t tell him to say anything. I was just going ho-”

 “Home? You were just going home? Your home is back in America, you don’t belong here!”

 “I know I don’t! I never wanted to be here! But I am and…Mei I’m sorry!”

 The angry girl stared at (Y/N) in shock.

 “Everything I did back then was for attention. Not yours or anyone at school but just someone I never got it from. In middle school I didn’t know that guy was your boyfriend when I first started seeing him…but I wasn’t apologetic after I found out. Once I knew I should have stopped but I didn’t, that wasn’t right and I’m so sorry.”

 (Y/N) had no reaction as Mei’s fist connected with the side of her head.

 “I don’t want you to say you’re sorry! I want to make you feel sorry! You were cheap and easy, and all the boys wanted you! You could have gone for anybody, but you went for what was mine! And I wasn’t the only person you did that to! You slept around with a lot of guys who you knew were taken!”

 “I know! I was doing so many horrible things back then. But I’m different now, I’ve changed.”

 Mei hit her again but (Y/N) held her ground.

 “No, you haven’t! You took Yamazaki from me too!”

 “I never came onto him! He wasn’t even dating you when I came here! And he thinks I’m a slut now, so you got what you want! I’m out of the picture what more do you want from me, Mei! You win!”

 “I haven’t won until I have him! Don’t you get it? He still wants you!”

 “But you didn’t even want him before I got here….and its never been about him. Mei, you can’t do that to him! Yamazaki cares about you and he thinks you’re fighting for him because you love him not because you hate me!”

 “How noble of you. You’re worrying about me hurting him when you already did that!”

 “I can’t help it! I can’t change my past and if it bothers him there is nothing on this earth I could do about it! But I never pretended to be anything! When he asked me about the rumors, I told him the truth and he hurt his own feelings by taking something that doesn’t matter so personally. He hurt me too because I thought he saw more to me than how many people I’ve been with. But no matter what he’s done to me, I won’t let you intentionally hurt him.”

 “Stop trying to act like you’re better than me! You want him too! You’re using him to try and make me miserable because you’re just like me! But I’ll get him first, I’ll be sure that you see he’s mine and once you do I can drop him just as easily.”

 “No Mei I’m not like you. Of all the guys I’ve ever been with, I never made any of them think I really cared about them or loved them when I didn’t. Maybe that makes me a slut but I know I’m a good person who made some really bad mistakes. You…you’re just a bad person. It doesn’t make what I did to you okay but its why Yamazaki still doesn’t want you.”

 With that (Y/N) pushed past the fuming girl and made her way off the campus and back home.

 A certain ginger-haired male hung around the corner of the building. He’d run back to find Mei, wanting to talk things out. Hoping maybe there was a chance they could make something work.

 After everything he’d said about (Y/N)…he didn’t deserve to have her defend him. And he definitely didn’t deserve her.

~~~~~

 “Fuuuuuuck it’s hot as hell why are we here?!” Hara exclaimed, pinning his bangs with the purple clip (Y/N) gave him.

 “(Y/N) needed a break from everything.” Seto said not able to help the smile on his face from said girl running ahead to check her bags in to the hotel.

 “And why did I agree to tag along?” Hanamiya grumbled helping Furuhashi unload another suitcase.

 “Because your mom said it would be good for you to spend your last high school summer vacation with your friends.” Furuhashi offered grunting as he swung a heavy duffle bag over his shoulder.

 The guys stopped their chatting and complaining when they saw (Y/N) come to a dead halt, her eyes boring into her phone screen. Coming up behind her the word ‘DAD’ illuminating her screen, requesting to FaceTime made them all freeze.

 (Y/N) seemed to look panicked before spotting a group of highschool girls just ahead. Running up to them she tapped the closest on the shoulder.

 “Hey so I’m here with my guy friends but my dad actually thinks I came with some girls so can you please pretend to be my friends while he video chats with me?” (Y/N) spoke rapidly pleading with the girls.

 They looked amused and giggled but nodded their heads in agreement. The guys watched as their manager swiped the phone up to answer. Her dad was probably some strict CEO that didn’t want (Y/N) to reflect badly on the company being caught vacationing with several guys.

 “My little baby girl why did you take so long to answer!?” A genuinely concerned male’s voice could be heard through the phone’s speakers. “I was about to send the cavalry to search the island for you, princess!”

 The guys stood dumbfounded at the sweet-sounding voice and exchanged glances. (Y/N) smiled widely and positioned the camera so her dad could see the group of girls behind her.

 “Sorry dad my friends and I just got here. Hey you guys go check in and I’ll catch up!” (Y/N) said giving the girls the opportunity to carry on. “So, as you can see I wasn’t kidnapped or involved in a plane crash.”

 “Dear, don’t treat me like a helicopter parent! I got worried when you didn’t text me after you should have landed!” (Y/N) rolled her eyes but smiled at the man who was giving her a kicked dog look. “You usually spend your summers with daddy! But I’m glad you finally found yourself a group of girlfriends you can trust. I know things haven’t been easy for you and I’m glad you’re opening up to people.”

 The KiriDai boys saw the fake light behind her eyes and had no doubt her father saw it too.

 “I’m still gonna see you at the end of the summer. Besides this is my last school year before I decide.”

 Hara turned to his friends with a questioning look in his eyes but they just shrugged.

 “Don’t you go making your decisions for me! You told her you would decide what was best and you owe it to yourself to make a decision for you. Anyhow I wont keep you chatting with me when you have a whole beach waiting for you. Miss you love!”

 “I miss you too da-”

 “Hey and if any boys give you a hard time or come on to you after you’ve said no-” The team felt their spines straighten as (Y/N)’s father’s voice went down several octaves and held a clear threatening tone to it. Was this even the same guy!? “I’ll crack open their fuckin skulls, got it!?”

 “Yes, dad I know. I need a break from boys for this vacation anyway.”

 “Well good then! I have to get back to work but you go and have fun, enjoy your last summer as a kid! Bye sweetheart!”

 “Bye dad.”

 With that (Y/N) hung up the phone and tucked it back into her pocket. Looking up she was met with the blank faces of her teammates.

 “What the hell was that about! Was that actually your dad?” Hara exclaimed.

 “Huh yeah. Sorry he kinda switches between voices depending on the subject matter.”

 “He sounds so nice though! Even when he was threatening it was for your sake!”

 “Yeah he’s a pretty good dad. Why what were you expecting?”

 “An evil CEO who had an affair, fathered a child but was forced to take you in to be the family’s heir. A carbon copy of you who refuses to acknowledge that because he is ashamed of his own mistake. Meanwhile he secretly not only cares about you deeply but about your mother as well.” Furuhashi answered a little too honestly.

 (Y/N) blinked at him owlishly before a loud laugh ripped through her body and she slammed a hand over her face.

 “Did you just rip my backstory straight from Ouran Highschool Host Club!?”

 “Well you are a harem protag. And you aren’t the broke one in the group so that left male lead’s backstory.”

 Hanamiya shot Furuhashi a glare for the broke comment but couldn’t let it bother him as (Y/N)’s laughter was taking up most of his brain function.

 “I’m sorry but I can’t! Its funny enough that someone like you would even have seen Ouran!”

 “I have no shame in admitting I wanted something to talk to you about. My little sister told me that one was a good place to start.” Furuhashi said with a slight blush coming onto his face and even more so when the girl took his hands into hers.

 “I appreciate the effort for trying to find some conversation topics for us! But in all honesty guys my dad has always been great to me! From what I’ve heard he used to be this real stoic, asshole, aggressive fuckboi type. But he was pretty smart, so he made it into a university, had me and was suddenly a family man overnight.”

 Stoic.

 Asshole.

 Aggressive.

 Fuckboi.

 Smart.

 The guys looked between each other clearly all thinking the same thing.

 “That actually explains a whole lot.” Seto said with almost a chuckle.

 “But then what’s with the illegitimate thing?” Hanamiya asked with no tact.

 “Dude!”

 “I’m just asking! Your mother’s the one who dragged that out and got it on the first page of Buzzfeed Japan. We kinda assumed your dad was the one who had you when he wasn’t supposed to.”

 “Yeah well…my situation is a bit more complicated than that.”

 “And what did he mean when he said you have a decision to make?” Hara asked.

 “Guuuuys! Please just let this be my beach episode and not my tragic backstory!”

 “She’s right.” Furuhashi said beginning to walk towards the hotel again. “A proper romcom needs a beach episode.”

 “Are we even considered a romcom at this point?” Seto asked with a roll of the eyes.

 “I don’t know, I feel like the comedy did drop off a few chapters back.”

 “Do you keep referring to events in our lives as chapters to be sarcastic or meta?”

~~~~~

 “So definitely a romcom.” Hanamiya mumbled as he sat on the blanket thrown out over the sand. “Only in a romcom do they stupidly book your hotel room wrong and only get us one suite instead of two. And of course, they’re sold out of other rooms.”

 “Ehh they gave us a cot so none of us have to sleep next to (Y/N). Besides she doesn’t seem to mind.” Hara commented with a shrug.

 “Of course not! She knows she’s gonna get one of the three actual beds and two of us will have to be on the cot or couch.”

 “Even if we got the two rooms one of us would have to have been on the couch anyway.”

 “Yeah but without her definitely taking one space it would have been easier to trick you into taking the cot.” Hanamiya joked tossing an ice cube from his drink onto the unsuspecting male’s bare chest.

 Hara jumped and flung the cold piece into the sand. He let out a laugh before looking at Hanamiya straight in the eye.

 “You know I missed having you around.”

 “Oh god I thought we were done with the BL portion of this anime.”

 “I’m being serious. I don’t know if you see us as more than just teammates, but I think all of us see you as our friend. And even before this shit with Zaki the team wasn’t the same without you there.”

 “Seto was doing a great job as the captain. You guys even made it through the rest of the Interhigh.”

 “Yeah but none of us would have even joined the team if it wasn’t for you. You invited Seto to play and I only thought it was cool when I saw you winning a game against the first years here. I asked Zaki to try out with me and Furuhashi said he was just trying to join anything, but I think he saw that basketball had some likeminded teammates and leaders.”

 “Whatever you say, just stop staring at me. Your eyes freak me out.”

 “Your eyeBROWS freak me out, but do I comment?” Hara laughed but his voice trailed off as he saw the figure behind Hanamiya. “What the fuck are you wearing?!”

 (Y/N) tilted her head innocently and eyed her clothes.

 “My swim clothes.”

 “It’s not cute at all! What kind of girl wears trunks and a t-shirt to the beach!? What is even the point of you!?”

 “Shut up the shirt is a cover, but the trunks stay on!” With that (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest and grabbed the hem of her black t-shirt. Slowly she pulled it up, revealing her stomach and then her bikini-clad breasts. Once it was over her head she smirked at her male friends. “Yes, I did that on purpose. You guys need to take a cold dip?!”

 “Stupid.” Hanamiya mumbled out turning his attention back to the ocean.

 Furuhashi was suddenly behind the girl, having walked from the hotel room with Seto. He placed a hand on the small of her back and gave her a small smile.

 “Your skin is going to burn in this heat. Don’t forget to put sunscreen on okay?”

 “You’re right! Seto can you get my back for me?”

 Furuhashi’s head practically spun exorcism style, as he cursed himself for not just asking to put it on for her.

 Seto was red-faced but nodded quickly. The whole team scoffed as (Y/N) pulled a can of spray-on sunscreen from her bag.

 Once she was all misted up she immediately bolted to the water and dove in. The boys watched as she waved them in.

 “She’s weird.” Furuhashi commented. “It’s like 50% of the time she knows exactly what she’s doing and the other 50% she’s totally oblivious.”

 “Yeah and what’s up with her dad? You didn’t bother asking your mom about her?” Hara asked Seto who shook his head.

 “She refuses to hear or speak of her so no and my father has never been well versed in the who’s who of companies.”

 “I think maybe we are overlooking much of her situation here. We assumed her father was the bad guy and now we are assuming he isn’t the one with money because he seems to be a nice guy.” Furuhashi ponded aloud.

 “I don’t know I feel like maybe (Y/N) is keeping it to herself for a reason. I mean…when I was at her house, I saw this picture. It was of her and these kids and a woman in a wheelchair, I didn’t ask about it but you could tell they were in a hospital. With the comments my own mother threw at her I think it’s safe to assume…(Y/N)’s mother isn’t alive.”

 “I’ll admit I looked into the CEO of New Face and it’s some old ass dude, way too old to be her father. So, a grandfather or something? You think that he’s the one she keeps trying to impress and is even here in Japan for?” The lavender-haired male said burying his hand in the warm sand.

 “Guys!” All of them turned their heads to (Y/N), who was now dripping wet and waving at them. “Are you guys gonna stay on the beach gossiping or get in?!”

 Groaning, the boys looked to each other to see who would go and be the distraction while the rest continued their riveting conversation.

 “Oops! My bikini top untied!” (Y/N) called out pressing the fabric triangles to her chest while giggling. “Can one of you help me?!”

 The guys all tripped over themselves, none of them rushing into the water faster in their entire lives.

~~~~~

 “I think I got sunburned!” (Y/N) wined taking a huge bite out of a slice of watermelon that was sitting on top of her huge beach towel.

 “Then you should wear more clothes next time.” Hanamiya stated munching on his own piece of fruit.

 “Don’t tell her that! We still have three more days here!” Hara wined as he flipped over to let his back tan up some. “Besides tanlines are sexy.”

 “Not that you’ll get to see them.”

 “Shit I was talking about myself.”

 (Y/N) giggled before turning her head out to the ocean and being met with a sight that made a chuckle ripple through her chest. While Seto seemed to have gotten the hang of fishing, Furuhashi looked ready to throw in the towel.

 The taller was trying to help him cast his line, but the bait never seemed to want to travel more than a few inches from the pair. And the one time he had finally perfected the cast did Furuhashi realize he forgot to add his bait onto the hook.

 Now he just looked like he wanted to pick the rod up and snap it over his knee.

 “Not bad for a beach episode huh?” (Y/N) said turning to Hanamiya with a smile. Despite him helping her at school, his rejoining of the team and just being out here he was understandably distant from the girl. The male looked up from the novel he’d been reading momentarily, only to shrug.

 “I mean not ‘My Love Story’ good but definitely not ‘Another’ bad.”

 A shrill scream from the water drew everyone’s attention.

 “Ohh did I speak too soon?”

 (Y/N) stood up immediately, only to see Furuhashi practically halfway up Seto’s back. The tanned skin male didn’t seem to be fairing better as he seemed to be glued to his spot.

 “Get the fuck off! I’m gonna fall into the water and land on it!”

 Furuhashi shook his head, wrapped his arms around Seto’s neck tightly and hiked his legs up out of the water.

 “Carry me to the shore.”

 “I’m not one of your damned butlers! Get down and walk!”

 Curious, (Y/N) went running up to the water before wading closer. As Seto noticed her he looked suddenly very panicked.

 “Hey (Y/N), no no no get back okay?”

 “Why? What is it?”

 Lifting his face from Seto’s back Furuhashi looked (Y/N) in the eyes and for a moment she thought he would be embarrassed to let her see him like this.

 Nope.

 “(Y/N), you’re strong right? Carry me back to the shore.”

 “Guys what the hell- oh!” The girl smiled as she finally saw what it was her teammates were so scared of.

 A decently sized stingray seemed to be lurking around the sand, most likely waiting for it’s next meal. As if sensing the new person, the animal made a path around the front of Seto’s feet causing the man to run ghost pale.

 “Awww a sea pancake! What a little cutie!” (Y/N) suddenly gushed as she crouched down and tenderly lowered her hand into the water. The stingray stopped timidly before swimming closer, as she gently touched the top of it’s smooth body. “So adorable! Little flap-flap! My little ravioli!”

 “Good while she has it distracted, bolt it back to land.”

 “Dude you have no fucking spine.”

 “I have a spine; I just don’t need that thing’s in my ankle.”

 “Idiot, get the hell off me!”

 Seto jerked his arms back effectively tossing his friend off his back. Furuhashi splashed into the waist-deep water before coming up for air. (Y/N) shook her head as the antics scared off her little aquatic friend.

 “You guys are both idiots.”

 “At least we aren’t any worse off than those two.” Seto nodded back on the beach.

 Hara seemed to have snoozed off, not feeling his back being decorated with dozens of seashells, compliments of the two kids a few feet over.

 Hanamiya, however, seemed just a little worse off as he cowered under the huge towel.

 “Just take the fucking chips!” His voice bellowed out to the swarm of 6 seagulls hovering ominously over the spot they’d set up. Every now and then one would dive-bomb the covered male to try and peck at a single chip, before his jerking motion sent the bird back to hovering. “I will shoot you little shits down! Goddammit!”

~~~~~

 “I thought tanlines were sexy?” (Y/N) said teasingly, poking Hara’s back. His skin was reddened from the sun with pale sea-shell shaped patches promising an interesting tan.

 “Shut the fuck up! Why would you guys let them do me like that!? We’re supposed to be a team!”

 “Don’t be so dramatic! It’ll even out by the end of our vacation!”

 “This shit hurts! I need one of the beds since the cot is too rough and the couch is gonna rub against my burns.”

 “Hell no! I told you to put on sunscreen, you don’t get privileges because you’re stupid.” Hanamiya asserted quickly. “I called to get the reservation so I should get a bed.”

 “A lot of damn good that did us since we’re one room short.” Furuhashi said with a roll of the eyes. “Besides I have a medical condition. If I don’t sleep in an actual bed, I will start sleepwalking.”

 “That’s not a real condition!” Hara exclaimed.

 “It is. A dangerous one at that. I could sleepwalk off the balcony and we’re on the 17th floor.”

 “You got the whole damn hotel to sleepwalk around! If you walk off the 4ft balcony rail, that’s just natural selection!”

 “Look I think I deserve the second bed.” Seto finally spoke up. “I’m taller than all of you, the cot is too small and the couch is even worse.”

 “Then I’ll take the couch since I’m the smallest!” (Y/N) said with a big smile.

 All the guys looked at her, almost in disbelief. They’d figured she was assuming she would get one of the beds simply because she was a girl.

 “My cousins and I went on our first vacation together when we were kids and we’d rented a room with only one bed! My uncle, dad, two cousins and I all had to find a way to squeeze in. I slept on the couch with my baby cousin, but she and I made do! It was actually really fun and a good memory, so I don’t mind taking the couch! Besides it’s right by the balcony and I’ll be able to look out at the moon!”

 “Well…I guess that’s that.” Furuhashi commented instantly flopping onto one of the beds. “By height alone that means Hanamiya gets the cot.”

 “Fuuck, fine! But we’re switching off! Tonight I’ll take the cot and then tomorrow someone else takes it!”

 The boys all seemed to nod in agreement, and everyone situated into their own spots. Hara peered over to (Y/N) getting comfortable on the couch only to scoff loudly.

 “What is that thing!?”

 “Hmm? A pillow.”

 “Yeah but turn it over! No, way! I knew you were an otaku but I didn’t think it was this bad!” Hara continued to laugh as (Y/N)’s face grew red and she hugged the cushion closer to her. “Is that the guy from Attack on Titan? Oh shit you ACTUALLY have a body pillow!”

 “It was a gift! Besides I need something to throw my leg over at night!”

 “Well, if that’s the case my bed is open 24/7. Come throw your leg over me anytime!”

 “Shut up before I smoother you tonight!”

 “With your hump pillow? Umf!”

 Hara toppled off the bed as the pillow knocked straight into his face.

 (Y/N) had one hell of an arm, probably would have been better suited to be the baseball team’s manager.

~~~~~

 Hanamiya woke up, finally feeling the discomfort of knocking straight out in sweaty workout clothes. Glancing at his phone, he was surprised to see it was only 9:32.

 Tomorrow was their last day here and the team had decided to get some practice in. Needless to say they may have pushed themselves just a bit too hard as everyone crashed at about 7.

 He figured he should probably shower and change his clothes, maybe the bed sheets too. Turning his head slightly he was taken aback to find the couch empty. Furuhashi was on the cot tonight and his other two teammates were in their beds so where was (Y/N)? Had she woken up?

 The dark-haired male listened for the sounds of the shower running but nothing. Stretching his arms above his head, he figured she must have gone to grab a drink downstairs or something. Shuffling his feet out of the bed, Hanamiya stifled a yawn before a cool breeze caressed his ankles.

 Looking up he noticed the sliding glass door to the balcony slightly agar.

 But focusing just beyond the glass was a sight that made his heart stop.

 (Y/N) was sitting on the railing of the balcony, feet dangling over the edge, her head tilted up to look at the night sky.

 His mind was screaming to walk out there calmly, that anything too quick would scare her, make her fall. But his body was already running, throwing open the sliding door.

 The girl had no time to even turn around before Hanamiya gripped her hard around the waist and practically tackled her to the ground of the balcony. (Y/N) was staring up into the deepest storm imaginable. Hanamiya’s eyes bore into her own as he held her down.

 “What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” He shouted in her face. “Is that why you had this idea to come on a vacation? To let us all make you happy only for you to go and kill yourself!? Do you have any idea how fucking selfish that is!?”

 “Makoto-”

 “No! Shut up; I’m fucking talking! How could you even think about ending your life when you’ve been trying to convince us for nearly a fucking year now that ours are so great! And don’t give me any anime protagonist shit! You aren’t a character you’re a real fucking person! You bulldoze into our fucking lives, find out what’s wrong in it and then start trying to fix it. But the second any of us want to help you, to know you, you shut it out. And this? You would have died because we couldn’t help you.”

 (Y/N) was surprised when she felt a small moist drop hit her jaw. Maybe it was beginning to rain, maybe Hanamiya was crying. The light of the moon was too dim for an answer.

 “I wasn’t going to throw myself off. I just thought it’d be kind of a thrill to feel the breeze on my legs and face.”

 “I’m not a fucking moron! It’s called passive suicidal ideation.”

 “You’re wron-”

 “You can’t lie to me, I’ve been dealing with it myself for 10 fucking years! The feeling that you wont jump out of the way of a car, or that you’ll go out with potentially dangerous strangers for some cash, or that you’ll purposely piss off entire teams of people knowing one could eventually beat you within an inch of your life, or picking a fight with four guys when you know you can’t fucking win. I know it! We’re doing different things but we’re looking for the same result.”

 “I don’t want to kill myself.”

 “But you want to die.”

 (Y/N) felt the familiar pressure building behind her eyes.

 “I’m sorry but why do you care?! You haven’t even spoken to me much on this trip. Why did you come help me with those guys? Why do you care about Yamazaki hating me? Why do you care if I want to die!?”

 “Because I’m never wrong. If you kill yourself, then I will be.”

 “Wrong about what?”

 “About you. You were nothing to me when I met you, just Hara’s stupid conquest. From the beginning I knew once Mako was gone so were you. But then you made the decision to leave on your own, not giving a damn what I or any of the guys thought and I thought maybe you were strong. Then when you chose to come back not because of us and in spite of your boyfriend, I knew it was true. But…”

 “But?”

 “You have both impressed and disappointed me ever since. You called Hara on his shit, gave Furu some hard advice, stood up to me and Young-Mi but then you go and let everyone at school say shit about you. You let them make things up and then sulk about it. And now you’re just going to die because you’re too weak to fight for yourself. I thought you were like us, that you were different from every other weak ass female that won’t stand up for herself!”

 “I’m not weak! Being strong doesn’t mean getting revenge or being angry about it but you wouldn’t know that, would you!” (Y/N) growled out finally pushing Hanamiya off and sitting up, pressing her back to the balcony wall. “I’ve been strong for a long time; I’ve lived this life for 9 years…maybe I’m getting tired of living it.”

 “It’s not revenge to fucking defend yourself. But you’re here wanting to die because some people are calling you a slut?”

 “Because of everything! Because I keep getting reminded that I don’t belong here and everything I’ve done while I’ve been here in Japan is coming back to haunt me! Why don’t you understand that, you fucking asshole! You don’t know me or my life!”

 “Because you don’t let me! You don’t let anybody so stop yelling at me like I’m supposed to know!” Hanamiya said growling back at her. Breathing out heavily he ran a hand through his hair and looked into the room. Surprisingly the team was still sleeping, being too tired to have heard their hushed yelling match. “What is so wrong in your life that you can’t tell someone you know the worst things about? You the outcast in your family or what? Because that’s kind of the whole team.”

 “No…I’m one step worse. You wanna know my life? I’m the daughter of an outcast.”

 “Your father?”

 “My mother. It’s simple really…my maternal grandfather had four children; three from the woman he married and one from a drunk night on a business trip.”

 “And I can guess which one was your mom.”

 “Yeah, she was used as blackmail for 7 years. It worked at first, but her family kept demanding more and eventually my grandfather put his foot down. All the newspapers were talking about New Face’s owner’s affair and hidden daughter. The mistress never lived to see any money; it was deemed a suicide due to guilt, but some people don’t believe that.”

 Hanamiya hung on to every word the girl said.

 “My grandfather did the only thing that made sense for his reputation…take my mother in and raise her. That went about as well as you would expect. Nobody cared for her except …the youngest of his legitimate children, Shoko. I guess they just had a lot in common two girls who knew they would never have anything because one was illegitimate and the other behind two heirs.”

 (Y/N)’s face almost grew a smile as she reflected on the woman who would be considered her aunt. Turning to Hanamiya she raised a brow at him as if to ask if he was still following.

 “But things never really worked out like they were supposed to. My grandfather’s only son, the eldest, died in an accident when he was 19. His eldest daughter, next in line had to have an emergency hysterectomy…no uterus, no heir, no place leading the company. Of course, that left Shoko, but she made the greatest mistake of all. She fell in love with a merchant in rural Osaka and against her father’s wishes got married, eventually she had a son and then a daughter.”

 “So, that means it left your mother to lead the company.”

 “That’s what she figured too. She’d been trying for years to impress everyone and was away at an American university. When she heard Shoko stepped down, she was already booking her tickets to Japan, but she started to not feel well. All the stress from everything…she never even noticed the symptoms and by the time she did doctors said it was too late for an abortion. She tracked it back to a one-night stand during a college party, one where she hooked up with an asshole frat boy.”

 “Your dad.” Hanamiya nodded his head, not forgetting her mentioning her dad having a not so favorable background.

 “According to my paternal grandparents the man did a 180 and began doting on my mother, offered to marry her and start a family. She kept pushing for adoption. In the end it wasn’t a full 36 hours after having me that she was flying back to Japan on her family’s private plane.”

 “What? She just left you, never considered bringing her only child with her to another country?”

 “Of course, not…I wasn’t supposed to exist, so nobody knew I did. She left my dad a check and no way of contacting her.”

 “But clearly that didn’t stay the case since you’re here. What changed?”

 “Shoko. She got sick and my mother ended up spilling everything to her. Apparently, she requested to meet her only niece.” Hanamiya saw tears come to (Y/N)’s eyes but she quickly wiped them away. “So, they found me and talked my father into flying me out to Japan, said it would be good for me to meet my family. My aunt was the most amazing person I ever met. Then almost as soon as I got her…she was gone.”

 “That was the woman in the picture Seto was talking about.” Hanamiya mused aloud trying to string everything together. “So, we assumed your mom was the dead one…where is she?”

 “…You met her in the hospital.”

 “That fucking bitch is your mother? The guys told me what she did to you in front of them and she came in to my room to apologize and shit talk you more. She just abandons you for nine years, suddenly pulls you from your home and then treats you like shit when you’re here?”

 “She hates me, Makoto. Before I came here she held no feelings for me but once I arrived she grew to despise me more and more. I’ve wanted to get away from her for nine years but I’ve never been able to.”

 “Why not? You aren’t happy here…The guys would miss you if you go. Hell, I want you to stay. But it doesn’t matter what I want. If you’re happier in America, that’s where you should be.”

 “Do you know why I’m the next heir to New Face? Because my grandfather swore my mother would NEVER have it. When I came to meet Shoko, I couldn’t be hidden from him. The moment her saw me he knew what he would do. He was going to use me…groom me into being the ultimate slap in the face to my mother. To outsiders he seemed kind and promised me the world all while his hand gripped my shoulders so hard, I bruised. Smiling while he whispered that I was a burden to my father and that agreeing to take over the company was the only way to repay him. He hated me too, but he hated my mother more.”

 “So, your grandfather only named you heir to New Face to spite your mother. The reason you’re here in Japan and the only person who would have remotely treated you well is dead. And your mother hates you because in her mind her father is seemingly giving you the two things she never got from him; love and the company. That’s uhh…” Hanamiya was for once truly at a loss for words. So, of course the only words coming out of his mouth were utter rubbish. “That just sounds like Tamaki’s backstory with extra steps.”

 (Y/N), who once looked like she wanted to cry, now held a blank face. Hanamiya stared back unsure of what to say next. Sure it was insensitive but it was either that or a ‘that’s rough, buddy.’

 To his surprise the girl snorted loudly, covering her mouth she stifled a laugh. She held her sides as laughter rippled through her. Hanamiya was awestruck as he witnessed the girl laughing harder than he’d seen her in a while.

 “I guess Furu wasn’t too far off then huh? You are the last person I would expect this much anime knowledge from.”

 “When you’re as smart as I am sometimes you gotta read dumb shit just to keep yourself sane. Sorry I don’t have anything better to say to you.”

 “That’s okay. Sorry I called you an asshole.”

 “Ehh you did when I first asked you to be manager and I have consistently proven I am one.”

 “Why did you ask me? To be manager that is. I know everything about you wasn’t rumours. Shoichi, Ryo, Daiki…all of them told me about you. When I got to know you I realized they were right. You’re a mentally fucked up genius so what caused you to go soft?”

 “Soft? I think you were giving me too much credit. You weren’t scared of me. I’ve had a few of girlfriends in the past and all were terrified of me. At first, they had no personal reason to feel that way about me so I gave them one. They wanted a bad boy and they got one. I’m not proud of it but it was what it was. My mother, my girlfriends, pretty much every woman in my life has been fearful of me. But you…you knew everything they did, yet you were never scared.”

 “You let me be manager because you liked that I wasn’t scared of you?”

 “I wanted you as our manager because I couldn’t scare you away and I wanted to know why. Turns out its just because you’re stupid.”

 “Stupid!?”

 “Yeah haven’t you ever heard the saying ‘only fools are fearless’?”

 “I’m not fearless I’m scared of things too.”

 “Like what? You put on this ‘I don’t need anyone, I can fix my life and everyone else’s on my own’ façade. What will you actually admit to being scared of?”

 “Ruining someone’s life.”

 Hanamiya turned his head towards the girl to observe her face, it was a thousand miles away.

 “And by that you mean?”

 “My father was premed; he was going to be an orthopedic surgeon but when he had me it was impossible to keep up. I know deep down that if my mother had been able to return to Japan sooner, her father would have been such a mess over what was happening with his kids that he would have given her the company. I wonder all the time if maybe I talked Furu into not standing up to his mother, encouraged Hara to give up on trying to fix his eyes, strained yours and Seto’s relationships with your moms, and maybe I ruined things with Mei for Yamazaki. I just feel like I shouldn’t be here…not just in Japan but in this existence.”

 “You, just like everyone else on this earth had no say in being born. Either we are all meant to be here or none of us are. Regardless it doesn’t matter, life chose us. I get it, I know what its like to feel you shouldn’t have been born. People get pregnant when they don’t want to, shit happens.”

 “Trust me I’m very aware. Everything just happens so fast and now I know you guys heard my dad talking about the decision. I’m scheduled to publicly accept my position and be the new CEO for New Face once I graduate.”

 “What’s waiting for you if you don’t?”

 “I don’t know yet. Maybe everything or maybe I start back at square one. I’ve been building myself and my future for five years. I’ve done so much to get where I wanted to be. I used paid dating as a means to earn my own money and…I don’t regret a second of it. I want to get to the top on my own and have to hurt nobody else in the process.”

 A sudden faint knocking snapped the two teens out of their chat. Hanamiya stood up and walked back into the room with (Y/N) trotting along behind him. Opening the hotel door, he peered out looking especially angry.

 The young lady on the other side smiled wearily.

 “I am sorry for the late intrusion, but we had noted in our records that we made an error in booking your rooms. A gentleman on the floor above had to leave suddenly on business and his room is now free. It is one king size bed; I have brought you the key so please feel free to use it. Have a nice night.”

 (Y/N) yawned loudly before smiling to her teammate.

 “Awesome! Now you get the new room and I can have your bed! Sleeping on the couch is a good memory but my body wants to stretch out.” The young woman was surprised as she began walking back to the bed only for Hanamiya to gently grab her by the wrist.

~~~~~

 Hara could feel the morning sun shining through the windows but only scrunched his eyes tighter in hopes of getting a few more hours of sleep. As his body shifted, he felt the presence of another beside him.

 Letting out what probably sounded like a smug chuckle. He knew eventually (Y/N) would accept his offer to crawl into his bed. Slinging an arm around their torso he pulled them into his embrace.

 A deep grunt from the person made Hara’s eyes snap open instantly.

 (Y/N) and Hanamiya, who were just about to open the door, heard two loud screams followed by a whole lot of racket.

 “Guess the guys are up.” Hanamiya said, unlocking and pushing open the door. He was greeted with Hara sprawled across the floor in horror and Furuhashi sitting up in bed pulling the covers over his bare chest.

 “Uhhh what’s going on, guys?” (Y/N) asked trying to make sense of the scene.

 “Ugh if you guys were gonna experiment couldn’t you have at least given me a heads up to get out of the room?” Seto scoffed pulling the covers over his own head.

 “We weren’t doing anything!” Hara yelled out, totally red in the face.

 “Besides if I wanted to experiment, I have much better options than him.” Furuhashi said smoothing his hair down. “I told you I sleepwalk and you were the one pulling me closer.”

 “You said you’d sleepwalk off the balcony not into my bed! I thought you were (Y/N)! Where the hell were you two anyway?!”

 “A spare room opened up and the hotel management felt bad about messing up that they let us use it for the night. Makoto had me on practical suicide watch so he insisted I share the room with him.” (Y/N) said with an unusual flush on her cheeks.

 “What!? You got to share a room with her? Alone!” Hara whined flopping fully onto the floor.

 “How many beds?” Furuhashi questioned.

 “Wow, I’m like right here.” (Y/N) retorted, not missing the asshole smirk on Hanamiya’s face.

 “One.”

 “But there was a pull-out couch!”

 “Yeah and that was the only thing in the room pulling out. Fuck!” The black-haired male felt the wind get knocked out of him as (Y/N)’s fist collided with his chest; her cute giggle sounding just threatening enough.

~~~~~

 Aomine listened to the girl ramble on. He had no idea who she was or how the hell she found out they would be practicing today.

 Truth be told he didn’t care much about her anyway and she only seemed interested in one particular player. But the mention of (Y/N)’s name was enough to get him listening.

 Not even involved in the gossip scene he’d heard a fair deal about what had been going on at KiriDai with her. The same rumours, truths mixed with lies, that had driven her out of Touou had resurfaced. Nothing he hadn’t heard, nothing she ever tried to hide from her team, cousin, or boyfriend.

 “Nobody at Kirisaki Daiichi knew she had a boyfriend from her old school. So, we never thought anything about it when she started…doing things with the basketball team. I just thought you would like to know that you did right breaking up with her. She was cheating on you.”

 That…sounded like a load of bullshit. When they saw her during the WinterCup last year, that was the face of someone truly still in love with their ex. And her chemistry with the KiriDai boys, though strong didn’t read as sexual. For that matter why bring it up now?

 Aomine knew his teammate was smarter than that. His mental strength was above average, his logical side should have won out. The sound of his raised voice let him know this wouldn’t be the case.

 “I knew it.” His voice came out through gritted teeth. Spinning towards his team, the young man raged on. “Everyone told me when I first met her that it was a mistake to date her, but I didn’t want to believe them. I let all of her past go! I helped her out when she told me all her problems with her mother, I stood by whatever she wanted to do with her future, accepted when she left me to transfer schools. I wanted to stay together, I wanted to marry her! I told her that when she got pregnant!”

 “Just be quiet!” Momoi suddenly shouted out, her voice reverberating in the gym.

 Everyone in the room grew whisper silent.

 Deep coloured eyes grew wide, realizing what he’s just said. But turning his head, Mei was already gone.

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My Harem is Entirely Bad Boy Types (Kirisaki Daiichi x Reader) Pt. 9

Chapter 9: Finally Seto’s Getting His Allotted Chapter with the Protagonist! All the Other Guys Got Their’s!

“Do you really think it’s her?” Hara asked pushing the phone Furuhashi, who was scrutinizing it just as heavily.

 “It looks like her but you know…really different.” Seto said zooming in on his own phone.

 “Do you think she’s seen it? Is that why she’s not at practice this morning?” Hara said before answering his own question. “I’m pretty sure this was sent to everyone at Kirisaki Daiichi and then some.”

 “Well that proves it then doesn’t it?” Yamazaki sounding angry. “We spend all that fucking time defending her and for what if it was all true?”

“We don’t know that it’s all true.” Seto urged halfheartedly.

 “I thought you were supposed to be the smart one! Remember what that lady said about her not being a good girl and how she even agreed she wasn’t always a good person? Then the fact that this mystery thing went down in middle school that she never tells us about. Or the mystery Touou thing that she also never told us about. Top it all off with this picture of her from her first year and its kinda obvious that Mei wasn’t lying!”

 Yamazaki had been stewing in these feelings ever since the day he walked her home. He found it hard to see her the way he once had. He’d thought maybe she was different but her confirmation and the new evidence blasted around the school proved she was the same as everyone else. The same as Mei, the same as all those other girls who threw themselves at Hara…maybe even worse.

 The evidence in question was a picture of (Y/N) sitting on the train with one tan legged crossed over the other. Her skirt was too short to pass school uniform regulations and her sweater baggily hanging off her shoulder. Her hair was a golden honey colour accented by big glossy lips and way more cleavage than most people would find acceptable.

 To top it off she was leaning her head against the shoulder of a much older man in a suit. Even with all assumptions aside it was pretty clear to all of them that this was a compensated date.

 “Okay so what if she wasn’t lying? I guess it all makes sense with what she said about (Y/N)’s ‘hobby’ but what does it matter?” Seto asked running his hand threw his hair. “She knew she was good looking so she spent some time with old perverts for money. I mean the only reason most girl here don’t do it is because they already have money.”

 “And she does too, clearly! So, what reason would she have to be doing this kinda thing?”

 “I don’t know, I’ve seen the way salary men go all out for a young girl’s attention. They devote a lot of time and effort to it. Can’t say it wouldn’t be nice for a milf to fawn over me like that.” Hara gave a shrug and chewed his gum more intensely.

 “You know most of those types of guys are married right?!”

 “Yeah so what? It’s a man’s job to be faithful to his wife, not the other woman’s.” Furuhashi offered.

 “Oh of course you would have that opinion.”

 “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

 “I’m just saying it’s pretty convenient that the ENGAGED guy in the group is trying to justify cheating.”

 “Just the way it’s convenient of you to suddenly side with your bitch of an ex after realizing your perfect little payback wasn’t what you expected. I know Mei still has you licking her boots but don’t take it out on our manager.”

 Yamazaki looked as if he would have something to say in return but he only grit his teeth and slumped into the bleachers.

 “Besides a girl as cute as (Y/N), no way she would have to have done more than flirt for money. I mean not that I care what she did or didn’t do. I’m just saying sometimes those paid dates are pretty vanilla. Men just want to be seen with cute girls on their arm.”

~~~~~

 “What? Are you making fun of me, Seto?” (Y/N) said looking totally heartbroken.

 The young man sputtered and choked on his words realizing exactly what the hell this sounded like. When (Y/N) hadn’t shown up to school yesterday and today he knew the only way he would get to ask what he’d been meaning to was to go to her place.

 He would have thought with the amount of times he rehearsed how he was gonna say it and with everything going on, that he would have caught his mistake.

 I have this thing that I need to be bring a date to. I was wondering if you could be my girlfriend for the day. I’ll even pay you!

 Stupid stupid stupid.

 “What I meant to say is I told my brother and the outfit. You owe me a favour but it’s a lot. So I can give something else. Ya know the Seirin and shit I can’t breathe.”

 (Y/N) rolled her eyes slightly but smiled and shook her head softly.

 “Come in.”

 “To your house! But you said you live alone.”

 “So, what? Furuhashi and Yamazaki have stayed over plenty of times.”

 Seto wanted to pry on that but didn’t want to come across as accusatory. Walking into the guest house he was greeted with a slightly messy but overall welcoming space. Watching her gesture to the couch, the tall male took a seat and tried to get his thoughts in order.

 “Do you want something? A water, soda, juice?...Espresso?”

 “Plain coffee would be nice.”

 “Sure. I’ll be right back.”

 Seto nodded and watched her disappear from his peripherals. Looking around the room he was surprised with how humble everything looked but thinking it over he shouldn’t have been too surprised. (Y/N) was a surprisingly humble girl for apparently living a lavish lifestyle.

 A chuckle almost left Seto’s lips as he noticed several anime figures on various shelves. That was more like what he was expecting. Curious, he got up to take a closer look at the stuff decorating her living room.

 In particular one shelf held several framed pictures. The largest made a smile come to his face. (Y/N) appeared to be no more than 3 or 4 years old. She was holding her fingers up into a peace sign, hugging a huge stuffed Pikachu tightly.

 The picture right next to it however made his heart feel heavy. (Y/N) was probably eight years old in this one. She was hugging a little boy about the same age who was lifting up a baby girl. Everyone was smiling brightly in the picture but none more than a frail woman sitting in a wheelchair behind them.

 They were clearly in a hospital and the woman was very clearly the reason they were there. Thinking about it, thought (Y/N) always referred to her parents as a unit making it sound like they were both around…her mother was hardly mentioned on her own. Everything was always about her dad and maybe this was why.

 “Being nosy?” The young girl said coming up behind him with a hot cup of coffee.

 “It’s not being nosy if the stuff is on display. You were a cute kid, these your brother and sister?” Seto asked hoping more for an explanation of the woman in the picture.

 “My cousins. So, did I give you enough time to calm down and tell me what you came here for?”

 “Actually yes. (Y/N) I didn’t mean to make it sound like I was making fun of your situation.”

 “But you do know about it?”

 “I’ve seen the picture yeah.”

 “I don’t know why I even let it get to me so bad. It’s a really old picture! Once I started dating my ex, I stopped going on paid dates.”

 “It’s really not my business. You’re still the same person to me.”

 (Y/N) smiled up at Seto’s genuine words.

 “Well now for what event am I playing your girlfriend?”

 “Ugh I really wish I hadn’t worded it like that. Look remember the whole Seirin interview shit, I told you I would cash in the favour later. Well I’m cashing in big time. My brother is debuting in this K-pop group and it’ really important to him that I go to his banquet. My mother was making this huge deal about me not being able to find a date so I lied and said you were my girlfriend.”

 .     .     .

 “Your brother’s in a K-pop group? You didn’t bring that up when you told me your parents were celebrities!”

 “Look I’ve lived my whole life with people talking about my brother forgive me for not wanting to give one more person a reason to gush.”

 “Fair enough. So this thing is black tie?”

 “Wait…you’re actually gonna do it?”

 “Yes.”

 “But I thought. I just figured this was kinda gonna be a big thing to ask for. Like I know you owe me a favour but I figured I was gonna still have to throw in some other incentive here.”

 “Huh why?”

 “Well because you’re just you and look at me. I don’t know…have you ever dated a guy like me?”

 (Y/N) seemed to be thinking it over in her mind for a bit.

 “No, my ex was kind of an airhead and I was never in a serious relationship before that. So, I guess you could say I never really dated a smart guy!”

 “That’s not what I meant.” In his own opinion (Y/N) was a solid eight on a regular day and could easily be a ten when she fixed herself up. But he at best was a five in the right lighting.

 “You’ve done a lot for me and the team. You tend to be the voice of reason. Plus you sang with me when I was trying to get comfortable at KiriDai. I think I can help you be comfortable at your family’s dinner party.”

 “Ughh are you sure? I mean I know I was the one who asked but I just…I feel kind selfish now asking you to do this when I know you got a lot going on right now.”

 “Ehh I see it as a good distraction. The guys heard of everything going on, I assume?”

 Seto’s mind instantly went to Yamazaki’s weird bitch fit but decided to not worry (Y/N) about it for the weekend.

 “Yeah, I mean we are wondering what’s going on but you don’t really have to explain anything to us.”

 “It’s not an exciting story or anything. I was both rebelling and needed the money. It wasn’t some costume in the picture…I was really like that back then.”

 “Still people shouldn’t judge you by your appearance.”

 “I was a pretty big bitch back in the day, too. You know that guy I beat the shit out of in the cafeteria? Yeah that used to happen on a daily basis. Sometimes to people who were talking about me but sometimes to people who even looked at me wrong. I drank, smoked, slept around, stole some boyfriends, all the kind of things you’d expect that cliché to do. I guess there’s no point hiding what a piece of shit person I used to be.”

 “Well in my opinion…good people do bad things.”

 (Y/N) cocked her head to the side questioningly before smiling widely.

 “So where is your brother’s party going to be at?”

 “Ummm Okinawa.”

 “OKINAWA! How long do I have to prepare?”

 “It’s tomorrow.”

 “…I change my mind you do owe me.”

 “That’s fair what do you want?”

 “I was just about to watch this anime. Watch it with me?”

 “You want me to watch anime with you?” Seto asked raising a brow. He’d seen like two episodes of pokemon when he was younger. “I guess. What’s it about?”

 “Don’t worry about it! Just umm are you a sentimental person?”

 “Not particularly.”

 “Oh good, then you can console me when I’m crying my eyes out.”

~~~~~

 “Heh not sentimental my ass. Your eyes are still looking puffy from yesterday.” (Y/N) snorted as she fixed her hair in her compact mirror.

 “They are puffy because I was asleep on the flight! And I already have ugly narrow eyes to begin with.”

 “You were crying harder than I was!”

 “You’d seen it before! She disappeared and I wasn’t prepared for it!”

 “Sure sure. Also, I didn’t miss that self-deprecation. I like your eye shape, it’s alluring.”

 “What?! Shut up.”

 “Seriously, it’s like constant bedroom eyes. Society is just too on the hype train for big wide bright eyes when narrow sleepy eyes can look just as good.”

 “Can you really talk about society pressure when you work for New Face? Those models are caked in makeup. The company name literally implies you need a different face.”

 “Why do you think I only ever use Me But Better? You can enhance what you got instead of thinking you NEED to change everything you already have. I work for New Face because I have to, not because I agree with their ideals.”

 “I guess. Oh shit here we are.” Set ran a hand through his hair for what was probably the hundredth time. “Fuck I’m nervous. Okay so you remember everything we talked about so that our stories match up?”

 “Yes yes. We met at basketball, not a lie. We’ve known each other for almost a year, not a lie. I gave you chocolates for Valentine’s Day, not a lie. You thought I was beautiful and asked me out.”

 “Not a lie.”

 “What?!”

 “I did ask you to be my date, here didn’t I?”

 “I guess but you didn’t have to say it like that!” (Y/N) stuttered out.

 Seto smiled. He was surprised and amazed that someone like (Y/N) who described her past the way she did could get so easily flustered. It just sort of confirmed what he already believed, that she was pure of heart…a good person who’d done bad things.

 “Aren’t you gonna open my door?” (Y/N) said knocking her scarf covered cast into the car handle.

 “Oh fuck you’re right. My dad would disown me if I wasn’t the perfect gentleman.”

 With that (Y/N) stepped out of the limo and took Seto’s arm. Instantly he was cursing himself for asking her to do this. It didn’t look right. He always came to these things alone and then to just show up with this gorgeous girl. It had “I flaunt my money to get dates” written all over it.

 “Don’t be so tense. Everything is going to be fine.” (Y/N) whispered giving him a reassuring smile.

 With a deep breath the two walked into the building. Instantly both felt overwhelmed. (Y/N) by the sheer number of celebrities and important people. Seto by his brother’s eyes instantly meeting his and perking up.

 “Was he waiting for me? Brace yourself.” Seto whispered just in time as his older brother came barreling through the crowd. His eyes were big and lit up like a child meeting his new puppy for the first time.

 “Little bro! Is this her?! Wow it is, isn’t it! She’s gorgeous! Hey how much of the family inheritance did you give her? Just kidding! So what’s your name!?”

 “Forgive my older brother he is going for the hyperactive quirky member of his group. The type that very closely verge on annoying. Joo-won this is (Y/N), my girlfriend.”

 “Annoying!? You’re so mean!”

 (Y/N) was shocked by the banter between the two males. First of all, Seto’s brother was one of the prettiest men she had ever seen. More masculine than Reo’s feminine beauty but softer than Aomine’s rugged handsome face. On another note she was surprised by how well the two brothers got along and how much they seemed to genuinely care about the other, despite the jabs.

 She had unfairly made a few judgements on Seto’s brother based on the few things she’s heard.

 “Mom and dad are gonna be so excited!”

 “About what, son? Oh my, Ken! I hadn’t realized you arrived already. You were supposed to text us the moment your plane landed. I trust the limo driver found you anyhow.”

 (Y/N) was utterly starstruck yet again. Seto’s dad was 100% dilf material, straight daddy born of your deepest fantasies. He had told her that his dad was a pretty famous Japanese actor back in the day but she didn’t realize she was gonna be spending her night watching every movie he’d ever been in. And when he locked eyes with her she was sure she would die.

 “Oh my goodness Joo-won, where did you find this beauty?”

 “You know mom said I wasn’t allowed to bring a date! She said it would make potential fans think I’m taken.”

 “Then perhaps she would like to be my date.”

 “Actually Seto-san, I am Kentaro’s date! It’s very nice to finally meet you.”

 “(Y/N), this is my father Kenjiro Seto. Dad this is my girlfriend.”

 Mr. Seto appeared taken aback for a moment and looked at his youngest son, who timidly wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s waist and pulled her to him.

 “When my wife and son told me our little one had a girlfriend, I didn’t expect someone so radiant!”

 “Did you expect me to show up with a tanuki in a dress?” Kentaro mumbled angrily.

 “Don’t take it personal son. You just never showed much interest in dating and the dates we sent you on never went well. We were beginning to entertain the thought that perhaps ladies weren’t your type. But that would have only been much harder. Men who enjoy the company of other men are held to a higher standard.”

 (Y/N) found herself frowning at that underhanded remark. She made a point to lean her head on her teammate’s shoulder and lace her fingers through his.

 “You seem so picky, Ken-chan. I suppose I’m lucky, I caught your attention at all.”

 Joo-won and his father looked at each other in disbelief. She sounded so genuine in her words and seemed so comfortable with him. As much as Joo-won wanted this to work for his brother and wished him all the happiness in the world he couldn’t help but worry this girl was after something other than his brother’s love. And he didn’t know if he could stand to see another woman tear him down.

 “My baby! There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Some people wanted to meet and speak with you.” (Y/N) felt her hand suddenly gripped harder. “Kentaro, I didn’t know you had arrived yet. So glad you made it here without a fuss. Though we would have appreciated you accompanying us to Korea to see your brother’s official debut with his group.”

 “I don’t need to be there for the whole group. I’m here because this is for him. Besides I had school yesterday.”

 “Ever the studious one. Good it will serve you well to be able to start a company or some other thing to support yourself. Oh and who is this?”

 “Mother this is my girlfriend, (Y/N). (Y/N) I’d like you to meet my mother, Young-Mi Seto.”

 Consider (Y/N) intimidated. How the hell would anyone be okay being surrounded by a family of Greek gods. They were so attractive she was beginning to feel just a tad insecure. Honestly Kentaro might have had a better fit asking Reo to be his date!

 “I’m very thankful to have the chance to meet the whole family. I promise I am being very good to Kentaro, as he has been with me.”

 “I can see that. What a beautiful dress! It’s Zuhair Murad, isn’t it?”

 “Yes, it is actually! Thank you!”

 “You must have very expensive tastes.” The woman said with a not so subtle up and down glance at her son.

 “Not at all. This was actually thrifted.”

 “Humble…cute. Come along Joo-won, Kenjiro, we have an interview to give!”

 (Y/N) watched as the three walked off. Turning to her date she could see his jaw was clenched. If his parents were making these sorts of comments in front of his significant other…she couldn’t imagine what the rest of his life had been like.

 With their wide eyes and ivory porcelain skin, it was clear her teammate was the odd man out in the family. Finally, all of his self-deprecation made sense.

 Reaching a hand up she placed it gently on his cheek caressing his gorgeously sculpted cheek bone. She felt him tense again and thought he would jerk away from her. To her surprise he turned into her touch and placed his hand over her own.

 As if it came naturally to him, he brought his lips to her hand and kissed her palm. (Y/N) felt a light rose colour dust her cheeks and smiled.

 From a distance the boy’s father watched the interaction before turning away.

~~~~~

 “What do you mean, it was a simple error!?” Kentaro rolled his eyes as his mother went off on the catering staff. “I specifically said nothing citrus. My baby is allergic to citrus and it was a simple task. Keep oranges, grapefruits and LEMONS off the menu!”

 “Bmom ithhs okay. Really I can breathhe juthht fine!” Joo-won said around his swelling tongue.

 (Y/N) scurried in with a cup of ice cubes and handed them to the grateful male who proceeded to pop several in his mouth.

 “No, it’s not fine! You are fired!” The woman yelled pointing an accusatory finger at the waitstaff. “And you…oh my poor baby. We can’t have you perform for you guests like this. However, they are expecting some form of entertainment. Perhaps I can go up and sing one of my old-”

 “Assthhk Ken! He can sthing sthhho good bmom!” Joo-won said pointing at his brother excitedly.

 “Dude, what the hell are you talking about.” Kentaro said giving his brother a clear ‘stfu’ look.

 “Yeah I alwayths hear you sthing in your room when you think no one can hear! And I thaw that video of you sthinging with your girlfriend! Ohhhhh you guyths can do a duet! It would be thuper cute and an easthy way to introduth her to everyone!”

 “Ohh Joo-won I don’t think they want t-”

 “That’s an amazing idea!” Seto’s father spoke up with a grin. “Come on Young-Mi, don’t you think we should take some time to show off our youngest boy?”

 “No, I’m perfectly content being the disappointment child.” Kentaro said slinging his arms around (Y/N)’s shoulders and resting his chin on her head.

 His father frowned at that comment while his mother only continued to fume as she thought of alternative ideas. Finally the woman threw her hands up in defeat.

 “You and your girlfriend have to be ready in 20 minutes!” The woman said firmly before walking out the door, back into the party.

 “No! We don’t want to do it!” Kentaro turned to his brother and father raging. “What the hell guys!? You didn’t even ask me! Let alone my girlfriend! What if she has stage fright!?”

 “You will do just fine son. Go on think of a song and practice while you still got time.” The older male quickly sauntered after his wife.

 Joo-won simply gave his brother a smile and small shrug.

 “You don’t have to do this (Y/N). I’m so sorry I got you dragged into my family bullshit.”

 “Hey, I came in here with the ride or die mentality. So, what are we gonna sing!?”

 Kentaro was amazed that she was so willing to go along with the idea.

 “Shit I have no clue. A love song! People loved it last time, what’s a real tearjerker we can throw at them?”

 Both teammates looked at each other with wide eyes as the same idea came through their minds.

~~~~~

 Kentaro swallowed hard as he looked out at the crowd. Sitting on the stool with his guitar he knew this time around wasn’t in his head that all eyes were on him. Even (Y/N) gave him her full attention and she sat on the stool directly across from him.

 “Whenever you’re ready.” She whispered reassuringly. Her smile grew wider as the first notes of the song echoed in the room. And when his voice came out clear and perfect (Y/N) remembered just how amazed she was the first time she ever heard it.

 Kao o awashitara kenka shite bakari (Whenever we saw each other all we did was fight) Sore mo i omoide datta (Still those are wonderful memories too) Kimi ga oshietekureta da mou kowaku nai (You taught me so much; I’m not afraid anymore) Donna fujiyuu demo shiawase wa tsukameru dakara (No matter how difficult my life is, I can grasp happiness)

 The two locked eyes with each other before taking in a deep breath and singing in unison.

 Hitori demo yuku yo tatoe tsurakute mo (I’ll go on alone, even if it’s painful) Kimi to mita yume wa kanarazu motteku yo (I will always carry that dream I had with you)

(Y/N) swallowed thickly. She heard so much emotion in Kentaro’s voice. It felt as if they had sang this song to each other a million times. So of course, she could only hope to match that pure tone in her own solo.

Zutto asondereru sonna ki ga shiteta (I thought we could play forever) Ki ga shiteita dake wakatteru (But I know that’s just what I wanted to believe) Umaretekita koto mou koukai wa shinai (I don’t regret being born, anymore.) Matsuri no ato mitai samishii kedo sorosoro ikou (Like the end of a festival, its sad but we have to go)

 She felt her voice crack with emotion as that lyric hit hard. ‘I don’t regret being born, anymore.’ Scooting her chair closer to his she placed her hand on her friend’s knee. (Y/N) didn’t know if she would be able to finish the song without her voice cracking or just breaking down sobbing. The tears that trailed from her eyes betrayed her conviction to keep her composure.

  Megutte nagarete toki wa utsuroi da (Time changes as its webbed and flows) Mou nani ga atta ka omoidasenai kedo (I can’t remember clearly anymore but,) Me o tojitemireba dareka no waraigoe (If I try and close my eyes..I can hear someone’s laughter)

 Strong hands grabbed her face gently and his thumbs were placed tenderly over her quivering lips. (Y/N) stayed silent as Kentaro finished the song’s final lyric, surprising her as two lines of water cascaded down his face.

Nazeka sore ga ima ichiban no takaramono (Somehow that’s my most precious treasure)

 The room was deafeningly quiet for a second before a thunderous applause could be heard. Turning towards the crowd the two performers were shocked to see so many others with tears in their eyes as well.

 (Y/N) almost laughed at Joo-won looking absolutely in pieces with both hands pressed tightly over his mouth.

 “Think any of them know that song was from the anime we watched last night?” (Y/N) said turning to Kentaro, who was already staring at her.

 “You cried more than me this time.”

 “Yeah but you still cried.”

 “Because you made me sad.”

 “Why?”

 “Because you were singing like you’ve felt every word.”

 The two followed each other off the stage and were immediately bombarded by this man in a nice albeit ‘loud’ suit. He gave (Y/N) a once over before doing the same to Kentaro before nodding his head excitedly.

 “Yes yes you two would be perfect!”

 “I’m sorry sir, perfect for what?” (Y/N) asked taking the initiative.

 “I’m a talent manager! My company has been looking for a good duet! You guys are it! Duos have fallen out of style decades ago but we think they could make an amazing comeback and you two would fit the image we are going for.”

 “And what image would that be exactly?” Kentaro asked with a brow raised.

 “The song you sang, it’s about lovers reincarnating and remembering the time they spend with each other in past lives. That’s the shtick, lovers across decades! The couple has been reincarnated and fall for each other in every lifetime. The way you guys sing…its like you’ve been lovers for a millennium. Everything is almost perfect we would just need to do a few cosmetic touc-”

 “We aren’t interested.” Kentaro said pulling on (Y/N)’s hand to lead her away.

 “Come on now be reasonable! Just a double eyelid surgery, a little nose job and maybe some whitening treatments.”

 Now it was (Y/N)’s turn to look offended.

 “Excuse me! Who do you think-”

 “(Y/N), it’s okay he wasn’t referring to you.”

 “I kn-”

 “Oh yes that is just like my youngest!” The boisterous voice of the boy’s mother caught both their ears as she spoke to a group of her friends and colleagues.

 “We had no idea your young son was just as talented as his older brother! Why have you been hiding him, Young-Mi?!”

 “That boy has never wanted the star life! It’s just not his thing. All the glamour and self care just fell to the wayside for him. We tried to take him to have that unsightly blemish removed from his forehead when he was nine but he threw a fit! But that’s Kentaro for you, the voice of an angel but a face made for voice acting!” The woman laughed loudly along with her friends who followed in suit.

 Kentaro visibly flinched by those words and was about to steer (Y/N) in the opposite direction before she pulled from his grasp and stormed up to the group.

 “Why would you ever think that would be okay to say about your own son?” The girl asked calmly but with a clear tone of disgust in her voice.

 The group she walked up to blinked owlishly and waited for the older woman’s retort. The Korean woman didn’t miss a beat as she smiled largely.

 “You found a good one, Ken! Look at her jumping to your defense but we joke like this all the time, right sweetie.”

 “Yeah.” Kentaro placed his hands on the girl’s shoulders and whispered into her ear. “Drop it, let’s go.”

 “But you are clearly bothered by it! A mother shouldn’t treat her child that way.”

 “Ohh a bit of parenting advice from a little girl I’m sure has no children of her own.” Young-Mi laughed into her palm. “You know you don’t exactly make a good first impression right honey?”

 “I was about to say the same.” (Y/N) spat back which seemed to take the woman a second to recover from. Clearly she wasn’t used to being talked back to.

 The shutter of a camera went off, but the two women didn’t back down from their staring contest.

 “You really don’t know how this works do you? I’ve seen girls like you come and go. Girls who want what they can get from my son. They agree to these dates in hopes they get a taste of the finer thing, get spoiled with gifts and eventually marry into riches. But when the money belongs to the parents, that’s usually who you should try to impress.”

 “I’m with Kentaro because I want to be! You’ll find I have plenty of my own money I don’t need yours or your husband’s.”

 “Then what is it? Huh you want to merge businesses?”

 “I don’t need any ulterior motive to want to be with him! If you must know I’m the heiress to New Face, a company that has held no interest in taking on spokespeople over the age of 40.”

 Young-Mi was clearly fuming at the young girl before her mouth dropped open into a small o-shape that merged into a laugh.

 “You’re the one New Face has been hiding in shame for the past few years. Yes, most of us have heard about the ILLIGITEMATE makeup heiress that should be lucky anyone who would have inherited New Face is either infertile, disowned, or dead.”

 Very audible gasps were heard from the room and Kentaro felt an almost sob rip through (Y/N)’s body as he began to pull her back. To his surprise that sob turned into laughter.

 “You really are that much of a stereotype? The beautiful face with nothing underneath, tearing down anyone anyway you know how? Trying to live her life through her children! Your career ended before you were ready and pushing your kids is the only way people don’t forget your name! Maybe you would have been more memorable if you strived to be more than a pretty face! Clearly you weren’t that good of an actress, otherwise you’d figure you could ACT like you give a shit about your son-”

 (Y/N)’s head snapped to the side as the older woman put all her force into her palm and struck her across the face.

 “Mother! You went way too far!” Kentaro yelled out at the woman, pulling (Y/N) behind him to protect her.

 “Young-Mi, that’s enough! You’ve had too much to drink!” Seto’s father said finally making his way into the crowd to pull his wife away. “Ken, (Y/N), I apologize greatly.”

 “Don’t apologize, Kenjiro! Who is she to speak to me like that!? Your son brings in this little brat and we’re supposed to treat her specially in hopes she won’t leave him?!”

 “…You don’t get it. You don’t even realize” (Y/N) mumbled, tears running down her red bruising cheek. “Your son, this one right here, he’s amazing and you don’t see that just because what? He doesn’t look like you or your perfect little family? Did you know he’s so smart, musically gifted, an amazing basketball player?”

 (Y/N) clung onto her teammates hand tightly.

 “But he doesn’t see anything good…and it’s because of you. Do you know how hard it is to unlearn the negative things parents put in your head? And it’s not enough to tell yourself its not true…so I’ll tell Ken-chan every day that he’s one of the most amazing guys I ever met, inside and out. And I hope I can help undo what years of you has done to him.”

 “Let’s go.” Said male pulled on the girl’s wrist. “That’s enough, (Y/N).”

 She couldn’t tell if he was angry at her or not. o, she remained silent as her friend pulled her through a staring crowd and out the door. The only breeze blowing through the air was hot and wet, making the fabric of her dress stick to her skin. He continued to pull her along the sidewalk. She didn’t think he even knew where he was trying to go but it wasn’t the time to ask questions.

 (Y/N) expected Seto to scream at her, to tell her she was out of line. It dawned on her yet again that she was still meddling in her friend’s lives without asking. An internal debate in her mind was arguing that she was right in intervening and the other voice said she should have kept her mouth shut.

 It wasn’t like Hanamiya’s situation. That was so secretive, the problems between Makoto and his mother had to be dug up. Young-Mi had made it everyone’s business when she put her comments out there. Just because it was uncomfortable to say something didn’t mean she shouldn’t have said it. Someone should have a really long time ago.

 The girl gulped lightly as Seto’s feet came to a halt on a bridge overlooking the water. In the time it took to get here it had been decided that she didn’t regret speaking out, maybe just regretted how it came out.

 The tall male turned to her, his face completely red and (Y/N) knew she was in for a fit of screaming. Closing her eyes, she braced herself for his rightful anger instead she felt his long arms wrap around her.

 Her eyes snapped open as Seto held her tightly to his body.

 “Eighteen years of those comments, of those parties, of those people laughing at my expense and you are the only one who has ever spoke out for me.” Seto mumbled into the girl’s hair.

 Without a second thought she clung onto him just as tightly.

 “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you or made anything hard for you in the future. But it wasn’t right, I shouldn’t have had to be the first person to ever say anything. Ken-chan, it’s not true, all these bad things you think about yourself…none of it is true. What’s inside matters but to me you are really handsome!”

 (Y/N) was surprised yet again when Seto cupped her face between his hands and drew his face in closer to hers. Her breath caught in her throat, her lips parting slightly. But instead his forehead pressed against hers and he sighed softly.

 “Thank you…for everything.” Finally pulling away he gave her a genuine smile before his face morphed into a sheepish look. “So, not your fault but our flight back isn’t until tomorrow and we were supposed to stay in the same hotel as my family but I’m not sure that’s a great idea.”

 “That’s okay! I can buy us a hotel room for the night!”

 “You expect to find a hotel room last minute in Okinawa at this time of year?”

 “Sure, if you know where to look!”

~~~~~

 Seto could feel himself sitting stiffly as he drowned out the sounds of the shower running. It was purely for convenience sake that (Y/N) dragged him into a Love Hotel. When she’d made the suggestion, he insisted in calling around first to see if there weren’t any available rooms at a proper place.

 Of course, they hadn’t found anything and even this location had proven to be a bit of a problem. For starters there was only one room available, though he knew it would seem odd for the two of them to have gotten separate rooms at this kind of hotel. Secondly, they questioned if (Y/N) was underage, which was totally the right thing to do but 1. They didn’t need shit to fall through right now and 2. Nobody bothered asking his age.

 “Ken-chan, you okay?” (Y/N) said making the male practically jump out his skin.

 Turning towards her didn’t help much as she was drying her wet hair in nothing but a tank top and shorts. Her skin was glistening and when he looked closely, he noticed a droplet of water fall from her hair only to roll down her shoulder, over her collar bone and between her breasts. Swallowing all the saliva that had pooled in his mouth, Seto tore his eyes away and spoke.

 “It would seem that they don’t have any spare cots or mats anywhere in the hotel so I decided to take the carpet and you can have the be-”

 “No, that’s fine! Sleep with me!”

 Seto felt his face burn red and turned away from (Y/N) so she wouldn’t notice. Without intention he quickly turned on the defense.

 “That’s not really appropriate. Believe it or not I don’t make it a practice to come to places like this or other sleezy stuff like sleepin-” Seto’s words faded off as he heard how accusatory that sounded.

 Looking back at (Y/N) he saw her with her knees pulled up to her chest, staring down at her barefeet. He had been defending her behind her back for days only to go and passive aggressively slut-shame her to her face, calling her sleezy.

 “I’m…I’m not dirty or sleezy, you know.” (Y/N) pushed her hair behind her ear before giving him a small smile. “But I won’t push you to sleep anywhere or do anything you aren’t comfortable doing. Goodnight Seto.”

 Ouch back to last names.

 With that the girl bounced under the covers and turned to give him her back. Seto sighed, wanting to explain but also not wanting to expose himself. She would think he was 100% pathetic, especially someone so sexually liberated like she was.

 Pulling off his shirt, he grabbed a pillow and chucked it onto the ground ready to just call it a night.

 What am I a little bitch? He thought to himself before he could make his way onto the floor. This girl just stuck her neck and her company out on the line to tell his mother off. How the hell was he gonna let her defend him and then not even try to apologize for hurting her feelings?

 “Hey (Y/N)? I’m really sorry I said that. I don’t think that people who get around or come to these plays are bad people or anything. I promise it wasn’t meant to be a jab at you.”

 The girl didn’t even twitch to acknowledge him. Turning his body completely towards her, he frowned.

 “I know that sounds like bullshit but please just look at me so I can explain. I can’t leave you feeling this way about me after all you did for me today.”

 Still nothing and now Seto was beginning to get mad. Crawling closer to her. he tried once more.

 “I’m apologizing here. You don’t have to accept it but at least acknowledge I’m here. There’s no way you’re asleep already! (Y/N)!”

 With that Seto flipped her onto her back and found himself hovering above her, his hands on either side of her surprised face. The earbuds in her ears were apparent now, as her phone laid discarded beside her with the YouTube video still playing.

 Neither said anything and Seto’s body was suddenly frozen, only his eyes flickering all over. Taking in the way (Y/N)’s hair rested into the pillow, the way one strap of her tank top was falling from her shoulder. He could see her chest rising and falling quickly and suddenly grew very aware that he was in nothing but basketball shorts. However, instead of moving like a normal person, Seto remained awkward and stiff like a board.

 …And speaking of stiff.

 Seeing (Y/N)’s face suddenly burn red and seeing her eyes widen snapped him back to reality. Flipping off her of, Seto planted his face into the bed and slammed a pillow over the top of his head. She totally felt that, and nothing even happened! What was he? Thirteen?!

 A gentle touch on his back only made Seto sink deeper into the bed and really just pray the earth would swallow him whole.

 “Hey, it’s okay it happens. I, umm why were you on top of me though?”

 “I was trying to get your attention to say sorry for being insensitive. I don’t actually think bad of people who have a lot of experience that was just…. insecurities coming out.”

 “…I understand. Trust me, I’m the queen of saying the wrong shit at the wrong time to the wrong people! I’m glad that you don’t think that way of me though. It was confusing me why you would say that when you were so understanding when you came to my house.”

 “Yeah I’m just really stupid and can only succeed in embarrassing myself in front of the only girl I have been around this long.”

 (Y/N) remained silent and Seto only now noticed that her hands had been kneading at his back muscles. A soft groan escaped his lips when she hit a certain spot.

 “The tension there, tells me your nervous. Do I make you nervous?”

 “Ugh it’s not because of you, I’m just never really around girls and they just kind of make me nervous.”

 “Hmm…you don’t have to answer this but well you know about my sex life. Ken-chan, have you ever been with a girl?”

 Seto felt like a computer that got the blue screen of death. His mind was making an atrocious screeching sound and he was 99% sure that was his internal screams. (Y/N) really just did that, she really just asked him if he was a virgin.

 The audacity! The lack of tact! How uncouth! How dare sh-

 “No.”

 And of course the rest of that just ran out his mouth like a coursing river. Damn her for being really easy to talk to.

 “Ahh okay! That’s why you were nervous sharing a bed with me! Don’t worry I won’t try anything! I just want you to be comfortable.”

 “Don’t start treating me like a girl just because you know I’m a virgin!”

 “Virginity isn’t a gendered thing! I’m not less of a woman because I’ve lost mine and you aren’t less of a man because you haven’t lost yours! Mine wasn’t a big deal to me.”

 “Mine isn’t to me either. I’m not waiting for marriage or for a special someone or shit like that…it just never really happened. I usually just have a single date with a girl and it never gets past that point.”

 “That’s fine! Things happen for people in their own time.”

 “Yeah I know! Joo-won has been telling me that shit for years! I don’t care about having not done it just not having the opportunity to have done it? That doesn’t make sense, I guess I just want girls to find me attractive enough to want t-”

 Seto’s eyes grew wide as (Y/N)’s hands grabbed his face with a level of dominance and pressed her lips onto his. If he thought his heart was racing before, he was about to go into cardiac arrest now.

 Seemingly as soon as he realized he could kiss back the girl pulled away.

 “Why did you-” He began.

 “I ummm caught in the moment. And on the bridge. I thought you wanted me to… Do you want me to stop?”

 “No!”

~~~~~

 “Kentaro, you finally made it home.”

 Seto cursed to himself, having been caught coming back into the house. Turning to look at his father with a clear ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ expression didn’t save him from his dad beckoning him closer.

 “Where’s mom?”

 “She took Joo-won to get his hair done. And before they get back, my son I really need to talk to you.”

 “Look I already know that you’re gonna say I shouldn’t have brought (Y/N) around and that it embarrassed the family and we were rude-”

 “No no, this has nothing to do with my future daughter-in-law. She’s quite the firecracker and I simply adore her! She has more of a backbone than you do.”

 “What?!”

 “Look, it was about time someone put Young-Mi in her place. She needed to be brought down a few pegs. In that same vein…quite a few news articles have come out criticizing your mother, in fact she received a call from the CEO of Me But Better this morning. Some representatives had been talking with her about having her endorse their products and perhaps do a collaboration. As you can imagine, a brand that sells self-love didn’t want to work with a woman who openly mocks her son.”

 “Wow I didn’t know mom would lose work because of it. If (Y/N) really is the heiress to New Face I’m sure whoever she is inheriting was furious with how mom spoke to her.”

 “I believe you are right. It wouldn’t surprise me if some calls were made to convince this new company to cut the deal. However, don’t feel too bad for your mother. She is riding off Joo-won’s coattails happily for the time being.”

 “Well good for her, she deserved to have at least one son she didn’t hate.”

 “Ken, your mother doesn’t hate you. She hates herself and you remind her of that every day.”

 “What?”

 “You look like her and she can’t stand it.”

 “Dad, I look nothing like mom or you for that matter.”

 “Well now you did get my sculpted cheek bones and jawline! No matter, Kentaro what I show you here it goes to the grave got it?” Kentaro tilted his head in confusion as his father produced an old student id and handed it to him.

 Looking at the image the girl looked relatively pissed off. Her narrow eyes, tanned skin and wide face read very clearly as a girl who was conventionally below average on an attractive scale.

 But just above her right eyebrow, not as centered as his own, a large dark mole caused the male to quickly look at the name on the ID.

 “This is mom!?”

 “Yes, but promise you’ll never bring it up! She doesn’t know I found this in a box of her old stuff!”

 “She looks so plain! She’s like a four!”

 “Yeah I know! Now you should be lucky you got some of my good qualities to balance you out!”

 “So, she never told you that this was what she really looked like?”

 “No, she got all her surgery before she began her career as an entertainer and definitely before she traveled to Japan. You and this ID are the only proof that she was once the girl in the picture.”

 Seto stared at the piece of plastic then looked back up at his dad. He had seen pictures of his dad at all points in his life. The man was naturally a ten. He couldn’t help but wonder…

 “Dad if she looked like this when you first met her wo-”

 “Nope. I know what you’re going to ask me, and my answer is no. If your mother had come up to me like this, I wouldn’t have dated her.”

 “Wow dad that’s actually pretty douchy.”

 “I wouldn’t have been rude to her but…once I got to know her, I wouldn’t have tried pursuing her. She wasn’t an ugly duckling with a heart of gold; there was no seeing past her appearance into an amazing personality because she doesn’t have one. I grew to love her the longer I was married to her but in the beginning, it was all physical attraction. You are totally different in that aspect. Don’t think you’ll lose (Y/N) because of your looks, because you’re actually a good guy inside.”

 “Yeah well…I’m glad I get everything a little more now.”

 “Son, I am so sorry that we haven’t been the best parents. But look at you, even without us, you’ve accomplished so much. A star athlete, straight A genius with a beautiful girlfriend.”

 “Dad…since we’re being honest here. (Y/N) isn’t my girlfriend, she’s the team manager. I wanted her to pretend to be my girlfriend so I could prove to mom that I didn’t need to pay or threaten anyone for a date. She’s just a really good friend who did a lot for me this weekend.” Seto coughed into his hand, trying to stifle down a blush as his mind drifted to last night’s events. “A whole lot.”

 His dad didn’t miss any of the telling signs in his son’s explanation. He also remembered everything from the party. There was no denying it…his son was in love. But the girl…the girl seemed to be the type that needed to be told that outright to pursue. And that’s where he knew his poor son would finally sink or swim.

 “Well for the first time in your life, let me be a good father and give some advice. Get on it…now. A girl like that doesn’t stay on the market long, no matter how much money or how good looking you are.”

 “I know, my whole team is after her.”

 “Even the playboy with the hair?” His dad said flaring his fingers out over his eyes.

 “Yeah.”

 “Yikes. Well make your confession quicker and better than theirs! And you know, regardless of who she ends up with…keep her around. She’s a good girl and I can tell she’s the type of friend you’ve been needing for a long time.”

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My Harem is Entirely Bad Boy Types (Kirisaki Daiichi x Reader) Pt. 8

Chapter 8: I Never Imagined My First Love Confession Would Go Down This Way

(Y/N)’s eyes fluttered open and a blinding white light consumed her senses. The sterile smell of hospital was all around her and she knew exactly how she got there.

 As her eyes finally focused, she was very aware of the person seemingly sleeping at her side. Short black hair looked a mess and a pale hand was clutching her bed sheets desperately. Without thinking the girl put all her effort into lifting her arm to place it gently atop the tired person’s head.

Immediately the person shot up to reveal Ms. Hanamiya’s tired and now relieved face. The tears came to the older woman’s eyes and down her cheeks instantly. Within seconds her captain’s mom was running her fingers through the girl’s hair and fussing over her the way a mother would.

 “What’s hurting you dear? Do you need anything? Can I get you something?”

 “No…my head hurts but I’m fine.” (Y/N) said trying to sit up only to sway back down.

 “No no no, don’t do that. You’ve had a concussion; you shouldn’t be exerting any energy.”

 “A concussion? Did I hit myself on the steps that badly?” (Y/N) mused more to herself than to her. Finally adjusted, there really was pain all over her body and looking down she noticed a thin cast on her arm.

 Reaching up she could feel a small bald patch on the left side of her head along with a tender row of stitches. Touching around her face she thankfully didn’t feel any lacerations there, but the sore areas made her wonder if she was bruised.

 “It’s not true is it?”

 (Y/N) turned to the desperate woman’s voice and tried to make sense of her words.

 “Huh?”

 “I know it’s what everyone is saying and thinking. The police talked to the neighbors in our apartment complex and they said they heard him screaming at you and threatening you. I know he was mad but I didn’t think…I don’t think. Makoto didn’t push you down those stairs.”

 What had started as a question very clearly turned into a statement. Mrs. Hanamiya knew deep down what had happened. And with no hesitation (Y/N) shook her head, causing her mind to spin at the movement.

 “No, he didn’t. It was an accident…he wanted to go and get you, but I held onto him. I wouldn’t let go even though he was telling me over and over again. He never pushed me, in fact he was pulling away from me and then I lost my balance. He never put a hand on me.”

 “I knew it. I knew my baby wouldn’t do that to someone like you. Someone he actually gives a shit about. But I don’t understand why…”

 “Why what?”

 “Why he’s admitting to it.”

 “He’s what? Where is he?”

 “He’s in the room next door, he sprained his ankle running to get me so we could call the ambulance. The police are asking more questions, trying to figure if it was a domestic spat and if you want to press charges.”

 “Well I don’t! He didn’t do anything wrong, I don’t know why he’s saying he did! I need to talk with the police.”

 “No dear, please you can’t be out of bed right now. Let me tell them you’re awake and that you wish to speak with them. I’ll send the boys in to keep you company.”

 The short woman got up and opened the door revealing a row of worried KiriDai boys sitting out in the hall. They looked up instantly and their eyes went straight to their now upright manager. Without a word they rushed in and allowed the woman to close the door behind her.

 “What the hell happened?” Seto asked looking like he was trying to find someone to blame, either Hanamiya or even (Y/N) herself.

 “I told you we needed to go after her sooner! We waited too long and she wouldn’t have run off so recklessly, if Hara hadn’t been an insensitive prick.”

 “Don’t blame me for shit you stupid fu-”

 “Guys it was my fault. I was the one who pushed him away from me and I was the one who wouldn’t let go until he had to shake me off. But never once did he actually try to hurt me.”

 “Well that’s not what he’s saying in there.” Furuhashi stated, taking a cautious seat on the edge of her hospital bed.  “He’s saying you pissed him off so he pushed you down the stairs.”

 “He’s also saying he’s strangled, intimidated, and grabbed you out of anger.”

 “Which are all not completely untrue.” Seto added under his breath.

 “But you know it wasn’t like that! He has never purposely hurt me. I was the one that wouldn’t leave him alone!”

 “My my don’t we sound like the battered housewife.”

 The teens turned towards the sound of the smooth voice only to find a stern looking woman standing in the doorway. She appeared to eye (Y/N) up and down before letting out a sigh. The boys were not ignorant to the fact that their manager was now sitting more stiffly and trying hard to avert her eyes from the cold woman.

 “So whats the damage? Broken arm, bruised rib cage, a laceration to the head and a concussion to boot. Don’t tell me you’re even more stupid than anticipated and pregnant with an abusive man’s child as well?”

 The woman knew it was a low blow, considering everything. (Y/N) looked ready to cry and Seto took a step forward.

 “Who the hell are you? I think this is the last thing (Y/N) needs right now.”

 “Well the hospital called me so naturally I had to show up. I am (Y/N)’s guardian while she is living here in Japan. Now if you don’t mind, I need you to step out of the room while I speak with her.”

 “We aren’t going anywhere.” Furuhashi said firmly, unconsciously taking (Y/N) hand into his own.

 “Oh so is this the one? Ahh so not only are you playing the abused girlfriend but also the mistress. Furuhashi Kojiro, the tech heir, whose parents have been gushing about your recent engagement. To think you’d be so openly defiant.”

 “He’s not the one who did this to me, not my boyfriend and the man who did do it…it really was an accident. I’m perfectly okay, and nobody worth worrying about know so what more do you want? Whatever you want to talk to me about you can talk to me in front of my team.”

 “Very well. I figured I’d spare you but if you insist. I came to tell you to get it together. I thought you were tired of trying to get mommy and daddy’s attention. I came to ensure that you weren’t going to press any charges or make this into a big deal than it need be, regardless of whose attention you’re after.”

 “Listen I didn’t-”

 “You listen. I thought you grew out of this phase and were beginning to see the importance of presenting a good image. I thought you were understanding why you were brought to Japan in the first place. I know you think that dating the bad boy and surrounding yourself with those types is fun and thrilling. Maybe you even think you can change them. But a bad boy needs a good girl and you can’t give them that.”

 (Y/N)’s defiant face didn’t waver a bit, but a tear ran down her cheek.

 “Do any of them even know about you? About your little hobby? About your a-”

 “Did you call my father?” (Y/N) cut the woman off only for her to shake her head and check the time on her watch.

 “And what, pray tell, would that accomplish? You think he’s going to run down here at the drop of a hat just because you got banged up by the boy you’re banging? He’s a busy man after all.”

 “I want to see him. If you don’t call him I will.”

 “Go ahead. You really want to be a burden to your father?”

 (Y/N)’s eyes glossed over and turned away from the woman she went into a thousand-yard stare.

 “Well that takes care of that. Here” The woman said tossing a small envelope in the girl’s lap. “That woman with the ghastly eyebrows is the boy’s mother, yes? Ensure she gets the money to cover any expenses your little situation has caused.”

 With that the woman walked out leaving (Y/N) now free to cry and her team with a million unanswered questions.

 “What the hell was that all about?!” Hara suddenly blew up. “Yeah we know the situation but she doesn’t, so where the hell does she get off telling you not to press charges and giving your potential abuser money?!”

 “That’s just the way she’s always been, trying to save face.” (Y/N) shook her head, wiping the tears from her eyes.

 “She’s always treated you like this and your parents are just okay with that?” Yamazaki asked looking pretty steamed as well.

 “It’s either stay with her or move back home. I’ve wanted to in the past…but now I’m in too deep to quit everything now.”

 “What did she mean about you not being a good girl? About your hobby?” Furuhashi asked, still holding onto the girl’s hand.

 “I guess the reason I’ve always been able to see the good in you guys despite what people told me…is because I wasn’t always a good person either. I’d just leave it at that.”

~~~~~

 “Are you sure you’re okay?” Yamazaki asked (Y/N) as she took her seat in class. (Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle at her overly concerned friend.

 “I’m fine Zaki, my arm is broken not my leg.”

 “Yeah and besides what sense did it make for you to walk her when she and I literally have the same class?” Hara asked throwing himself down in his own seat.

 “You’re too easily distracted! A hot girl could have walked by and bam (Y/N) would be left on her own.

 “Oh bite me.”

 “Well I heard she cheated on him with one of his teammates but shes always hanging around with all of them that it was hard to tell which one she’s dating.” Hara picked up the sound of whispered girl’s gossiping, while Yamazaki continued fussing over (Y/N).

 “But still she didn’t deserve to get beaten that badly.”

 “She knew what she signed up for dating those types. Its her own fault for making poor choices.”

 Hara turned his body in his seat to face the girls who continued giggling and gossiping. Running a hand through his hair he knew instantly that they were talking about (Y/N) by the way they kept glancing at her.

 “Hey Yuna.” His voice flowed out causing the girl’s eyes to widen in surprise. She seemed to look around her as if to be sure he was speaking to her, when she realized he was she smiled brightly.

 “Umm hey Hara, we haven’t talked in awhile huh? Weirdly enough since we have the same class.” Her voice chirped out dripping with the slightest bit of resentment.

 “Yeah funny enough I was just thinking about you last night.”

 “You were?” The girl asked suddenly glowing a neon red.

 “Yeah, I was cleaning out my room and found your bra. I mean at least I figured its yours since its kinda small.”

 You could practically hear the record scratching sound in the room for the several people who heard that comment. Yuna’s face grew even redder but this time out of anger.

 “Y-you’re such an asshole! It wasn’t enough that you never called me back but you have to rub it in now too!?”

 “Hey I was honest from the start about what I wanted and you said you were okay with it. Maybe don’t make such poor choices next time.”

 “So that’s what its about? Defending that bitch!”

 (Y/N) finally turned around, along with the rest of the class to look on at the girl’s outburst.

 “You love bragging about your body count, d’you know hers is probably double?!”

 “Shut up Yuna.” Yamazaki said casting a harsh glare. “Whatever Mei has been telling you is-”

 “Mei?! Mei doesn’t have to tell me anything! Everyone knows the truth! We all know why she transferred to this school and her middle school reputation. She wanted to pretend like she was some innocent little otaku when now we all know she’s a slut! So, I’m glad Hanamiya finally got the sense to beat the shit out of her.”

 “That’s enough!” (Y/N) said slamming her good arm onto the table. She marched over to the girl and watched her slightly drift back in her seat. “I can handle all these bullshit rumours about me, but if you think you can sit there and slander my captain, my friend and speak of a situation you have no idea on…then I hope you can run those hands as fast as your mouth!”

 “Ms. (L/N)!” A teacher’s voice called out, having walked in on time to hear her threat. “Mr. Yamazaki you are not in this class so I recommend you make your way to where you belong.”

 The red head nodded and made his way out but not before giving (Y/N) a reassuring rub on the head.

 He knew deep down Hanamiya was right all those months ago. It was his fault that Mei was messing with (Y/N) and now these rumours were getting out of control.

 It was time to admit to himself that he originally did flaunt (Y/N) and his attraction to her in front of his ex. He wanted to see her hurt the way she hurt him. But the more his feelings for (Y/N) actually grew the less he cared about what Mei thought and the more he realized how much his selfish actions had hurt the girl he grew to care about.

~~~~~

 “You can’t be fucking serious?” Hara asked staring at his captain, still in school uniform.

 The rest of the team in their jerseys, stared at Hanamiya with just as much intensity. All but (Y/N), who couldn’t tear her eyes away from the floor.

 “This is fucking ridiculous! You think just because of some bullshit mistake you can just throw everything away!? We have interhigh and winter cup! This is our last chance to make it and you decide that you’re quitting on us?” Yamazaki exclaimed but Hanamiya’s face didn’t falter.

 “I don’t think you’ve thought this through. Your mother told me you’re here on a sports scholarship, so what exactly do you think will happen when you quit?” Seto asked trying to bring some logic to the situation.

 “I will lose my scholarship and be forced to pay the remainder of my tuition out of pocket. Though it would seem the money given to my mother by (Y/N)’s guardian is more than enough to cover it.”

 “Why are you deciding this? What is it going to solve?” Furuhashi asked knowing the vague reason why but not understanding what good it would do.

 “I can’t seem to control myself around her. She makes me feel too many things and that makes me want to hurt her.”

 (Y/N) stiffened, not at Hanamiya’s words but at him speaking of her as if she wasn’t there.

 “That doesn’t make sense!” Hara lashed out. “She makes me feel things and I have never wanted to hurt her, and you don’t either! You hate that you hurt her. She asks hard questions, she tells us shit other people are too afraid to, of course you’re going to feel something. And yeah sometimes its gonna make you mad but she’s not a bad person!”

 “I know she’s not.” Hanamiya said finally looking at the girl though she stayed turned away from his gaze. “She is probably the kindest person who has ever tried to be my friend and I hurt her anyway. If I can do that then I’ve become exactly what I thought I would. So I’m not gonna let it get to that, to have to force her to escape from me. I messed up so I need to remove myself from the situation.”

 “This isn’t just about you and her!” Furuhashi called out with some emotion in his voice now. “What about us?! What about basketball?”

 “We need a captain. This is your team.” Seto murmured running a hand through his hair.

 “You can have it. You be the captain, you take the team.”

 “What if I don’t want it? It’s your team that YOU built! None of us had anything to do with it! None of us care about basketball as much as you do! You’ve built this team up from nothing!”

 “It’s still nothing! All of it is just bullshit! It was built on what?! My lies, injuries and mind games!? If you don’t want it then give it to Hara and if none of you want it…then the Kirisaki Daiichi basketball team is officially disbanded after today!”

 The gym had gone whisper quiet. And it was with reason it did as her voice wouldn’t have been heard otherwise.

 “I’ll go.” (Y/N)’s shakey voice wavered out, tears finally coming from her eyes and hitting the top of her hand.

 “What?” Hanamiya asked, sneering, jumping back as the girl suddenly came at him only to throw her arms around his torso and press her face into his chest. Her tears were soaking through the layers of his clothes.

 “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Don’t go! It wasn’t your mistake it was mine. Don’t go. Don’t go. Don’t go!”

 “(Y/N), stop.” Yamazaki said, trying to usher the girl away.

 “No! You told me basketball is the only thing that makes you happy! Don’t let me take that from you! You stay and I’ll go! I promise you’ll never see me around your gym again! I…I’ll move back to Touou!”

 “Didn’t you listen to anything I just said!? You’re not running away from me! You hated Touou! I’m not letting you be the one to keep losing! You did it with Imayoshi and you’re doing it with me to! Stop apologizing to people that are hurting you!”

 “No please. Please just stay…I’ll stay away from you. I won’t speak to you or hang around you anymore than I need to! I promise. Don’t let me ruin…everything.”

 “Hanamiya you can’t quit! You told me this was what you wanted to do for life! You wanted to play college basketball and move to America!” Yamazaki interjected. “Seniors get scouted now, how the hell do you achieve your dreams without us?”

 “I guess I do something else. Life doesn’t work perfectly but you work around it.” Hanamiya deadpanned before taking a step away from the girl still clutching him. “Please get off me. The team doesn’t have to fall apart. I recommend you don’t let it.”

 With that the dark haired male made his way out the gym, leaving behind 4 stunned boys and a still weeping girl.

 “It’s all my fault.” (Y/N) mumbled to herself over and over again.

 None of the team truly believed that.

 But none of them believed denying it would help either.

~~~~~

 “Wanna shoot some hoops with me?” Yamazaki asked, running his fingers through (Y/N) hair as her head lie in his lap.

 He’d been with her as often as he could have these past few days. They walked home together and sometimes though her words never said it, the desperate way she clung to his shirt let him know she didn’t want him to leave. Those nights he would stay with her as long as she needed, even if it was all night.

 “No.”

 “Wanna get some food or-?”

 “Uh uh.”

 “Stop fuckin babying her!” Hara exclaimed slapping Yamazaki’s hands away from her head. “Look I hate to say it…but things aren’t changing, and she needs to start getting over it.”

 “That’s a douchebag thing to say!” The orange haired male exclaimed, only for (Y/N) to push out of his embrace.

 “He’s right Zaki. I guess I hoped that holding onto guilt and feeling bad for myself would somehow make him come back…but it’s been a week.”

 “Exactly and despite what we said, if we wanna keep this team an actual team we can’t start slacking off so close to the competition.” Seto said with a firm voice.

 With Hanamiya leaving, it had only made sense to have the replacement captain as the second smartest guy on the team. Dirty tactics or not, they were a team known for their strategies and analytics. Seto could definitely provide them with what they knew they would be lacking.

 “So, are we finally having practice today?” Furuhashi asked, not being happy with the distraction of practicing being absent the past few days. “Also did you finally inform Matsumoto on what was happening?”

 “Maybe and yes I did. He suspected Hanamiya was no longer a part of the team judging by the fact that he doesn’t sit with us for lunch anymore.”

 “Wait why the maybe on practice?” (Y/N) asked trying to keep her concern on the matter at hand and not dwell on that lunchroom situation.

 “Well it would seem that most of our balls have lost air from the second string continuing to practice with them…and I have no clue where Hanamiya kept the basketball supplies to find an air pump.”

 “Shouldn’t you know where that is? You’re our manager, so manage this.” Hara casted his eyes on (Y/N).

 “I know where it is but its that small supply closet in the locker room…which has a key…which Hanamiya has. I don’t know where to get another copy.” The girl admitted timidly.

 “Huh that’s a tough one.” Yamazaki commented, deep in thought.

 “Then get another pump.” Furuhashi scoffed with squinted eyes looking baffled that his team is could really be this incompetent.

 “Yeah they aren’t that expensive or anything. I can give you guys the card I use for club expenses and you can go to the-”

 “Woah woah YOU GUYS could go?” Hara asked unknowingly lifting a brow at the girl. “You mean WE could go. Are you a part of this team anymore or not?”

 “Of course, I am. I just haven’t been feeling up to going out lately.” (Y/N) said tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

 “Hey I have a sister, I know that sound and its not ‘I egged my captain into becoming what he always feared’ depression. That’s insecurity depression.” Yamazaki stared at the girl with heavy eyes. “Don’t tell me the rumours Mei is spreading are starting to get to you.”

 “They’ve been getting to her since she wrote the word ‘slut’ on her desk.” Furuhashi said with an eyeroll.

 “What when did that happen!?”

 “A few chapters ago.” Furuhashi said with a sigh. “Regardless, (Y/N) may have been making it seem like none of this is bothering her, but the only girls not bothered by those kinds rumours are the ones who know the actual truth would be worse. Heroine of the story or not, its obvious enough when someone is pretending to be strong.”

 “If it’s not true why should she worry?” Seto said rubbing the back of his neck. “And if it is true…why worry?”

 “Hey don’t talk about (Y/N) like that!” Yamazaki hissed, his eyes glowing red and tongue practically forking like a snake.

 “Like what?” Seto asked cracking his neck. “I didn’t say anything bad.”

 “You said the rumours might be true! (Y/N) isn’t some easy girl! How dare you call her a slut!” The male was now cradling the blushing girl to his chest.

 “I didn’t say she was a slut. But so what if she’s slept with all these people everyone is saying. Doesn’t change what we already know about her.”

 “It does to me! That would mean I’d have to out do her total!” Hara exclaimed. “Girls with a higher body count always act like they know more than you when you get them in bed!”

 “And what makes you so sure you could get me in your bed?” (Y/N) pouted reeling her leg back to kick him.

 “I’m sorry would you prefer the roof a- Ahh! You bitch.” Hara exclaimed reaching under the table to hold his kneecap. “I still have to play basketball on this leg!”

 “Well I doubt it could make you worse!”

 “I change my mind, let’s just disband. I have a career ending injury here.”

 “Can you end what never began?” Furuhashi deadpanned.

 “Hey can we all meet our trains of thought at the same station for once?” Seto asked rubbing his temples, wondering how the hell Hanamiya ever got anything done with this team. It was very apparent know why he had been so keen on not losing (Y/N) when he saw her potential to take care of this petty shit. “I’m captain and rules are rules. We are all going to get the damned pump after school and that’s that.”

~~~~~

 “Why is it so hard to find this damn pump!” Seto asked looking exasperated, his hair a mess.

 “Well with prelim games and competitions coming up a lot of these sports stores are selling their stock faster than they can keep the shelves full. “ (Y/N) said crossing yet another store off their list.

 “My family literally hires people to go out and buy shit for us. Please tell me why the hell we thought coming out here on foot was the best way to find this god forsaken pump?” Furuhashi asked, beads of sweat forming on his brow.

 “Because do we really wanna be ‘those’ rich kids?” Seto asked.

 “I do!” Yamazaki exclaimed trailing behind.

 “I’ve lived up to it pretty well. I’m like a male Japanese Paris Hilton.” Hara snapped his gum loudly.

 “I was born as one of ‘those’ rich kids I don’t intend on changing it now.” Furuhashi breathlessly answered.

 Seto sighed heavily before giving a small smile.

 “Can’t you guys just see this as some kind of team building?”

 “Yeah! I think it’s a nice day and this is better than being cooped up in the gym!” (Y/N) exclaimed giving Seto an encouraging pat on the back.

 “We should have just asked Hanamiya for the key!” Hara whined.

 “For athletes you guys are in horrible condition right now.” (Y/N) lifted a brow at the boys.

 “Gyms are air conditioned and don’t involve walking miles in circles.”

 “Big baby.” (Y/N) slapped Hara on the ass only to watch him jump in surprise. “Look there’s a smoothie shop there. Let’s stop in have a rest while I look up stores that might have these in stock.

 Seto watched his team members burst into the door and grab a seat. He slowly followed behind and unintentionally caught a glimpse of her phone. And he almost would have been pissed that she wasn’t looking up sporting goods stores like she said until he saw the content of the page.

 Her finger was scanning back and forth between two social media pages. Each were filled with people from Kirisaki Daiichi talking shit about her. Pictures of her innocently having lunch with them were captioned #gangbang #bukake #slut.

 “(Y/N)”

 “Yeah Seto?”

 “Can I ask you something?”

 “If it’s about what I was looking up…no.”

 “It’s not actually.”

 “Oh…then shoot.”

 “So, you remember the whole Seirin interview and how you-”

 “Hey so what gives!? Any stores have a pump or no?” Hara yelled pulling his mouth from the straw of his cup.

 (Y/N) suddenly seemed to forget Seto and walked to sit at the table next to Yamazaki. Seto realized his hand was reaching out to her a second later than he would have liked. Shaking his head, he scolded himself for having the gall to ask her what he had been about to ask.

 It was abundantly clear that the guys were pining over her…even his former captain had yet to come to terms with certain feelings he was having. And he knew given those odds, mathematically it should be a 1 to 5 shot. But with him…being him it was more like 1 to 5000.

 “I found one! I found one!” (Y/N) exclaimed before shushing her teammates and dialing the store. “Hello! I was looking at your store online and saw that you had 1 more air pump left in stock! Do you think you could please please hold it for my team and we will come by to pick it up in about 15 minutes! You’re amazing! Thank you so much!”

 “Fifteen minutes!” Yamazaki practically melted into his seat. “I just barely reregulated my body temperature! And now we have to haul ass to get there in 15 minutes?”

 “It’s at the end of this shopping strip, lazy boy!” (Y/N) said with a chuckle placing her hand on her friend’s cheek and tapping it softly. “I wanted to get the chance to actually order a smoothie too!”

 Yamazaki burned red from being called lazy. He was about to defend himself before (Y/N) leaned over to him with a smile.

 “What did you order?”

 “Umm chocolate banana.”

 “Can I try!?”

 “Ohh okay.” Yamazaki stammered, reaching a shaking hand up to remove the lid. He was caught by surprise when the girl dipped her head and wrapped her lips around the straw. Every brain cell he had was being used to focus on not crushing the cup in his hands.

 She drank from the cup he had already drunken out of like it was nothing! She put her lips were his had been like 10 seconds before. That was close enough in time to practically be a kiss. Finally lifting her head up the girl licked a drop off her lips.

 “That was really good but a bit sweet.”

 “Just kiss me already.” Yamazaki mumbled lovestruck under his breath.

 “Haha what?”

 “Nothing! You should get your smoothie so was can get that plump---pump!”

 “You think she did that on purpose?” Hara asked Furuhashi in a whispered voice, both having witnessed the interaction.

 “No. I’ve seen her actually flirting up close, this is just her being our overfriendly oblivious protagonist.”

 “Yeah I figured as mu.   .   .   .how ‘up close’ are we talking here!?”

~~~~~

 “Why is the cashier handing that extremely cute boy a basketball pump?” (Y/N) asked with wide eyes. “Online it said there was only one.”

 “Ehh I’d say he’s pretty average.” Furuhashi commented.

 “Not the point!” (Y/N) said taking off to the counter. “Excuse me! I’m so sorry to interrupt but my friends and I are in a rush and we placed a hold on a basketball pump.”

 The cashier held her smile but went ghostly pale as she looked between the boy and girl.

 “I’ll go get my manager.”

 With that the woman disappeared and (Y/N) smacked her forehead into the counter. That was until a sudden thought crossed her mind. Paying careful mind to flip her hair, just so that her perfume would waft to the boys nose she looked up at him through her lashes. The very tip of her nose was red and her eyes were watered slightly.

 “Have you already purchased that pump?”

 “Uhhmm, yeah…I mean no. I mean I put it on hold and was pay gonna---gonna pay!”

 “Oh no, I just can’t seem to catch a break today. I’ve been looking for a pump all over Tokyo it seems.”

 “Oh yeah… have too. Hard to find because competition. I don’t know why I’m not full sentence.” The boy mumbled not trying to hide his blushing face. Clearing his through the male seemed to try and put on his own charming mask. “You know, I’m getting this for a stupid reason. Why don’t you take I-”

 “Takao!” A firm voice came from behind the male causing him to stiffen. “Are you about to give away my air pump? And Oha Asa is not stupid.”

 (Y/N) frowned at the tall green haired male foiling her flirting. That pump was so close to being hers it was ridiculous.

 Looking the tall male up and down she felt a warm blush cover her face. She quickly tore her eyes away from his big strong looking hands. While he definitely seemed to be the one in control, she figured there was no harm in trying.

 Bringing the waterworks back, (Y/N) made a point of shimming her shoulders just bit pushing her breasts together as she held a hand over her eyes.

 “I’m sorry for crying like this in front of such handsome strangers. I’ve just been having the worst luck today.”

 “Then you should invest into getting your own lucky items. Precisely why I will be needing this pump.”

 At that moment (Y/N) knew her flirting was gonna get her nowhere.

 “Umm hello.” The sales associate came back practically knocking her knees into each other. “So, turns out one of my coworkers put the pump on hold for this young lady and I put the pump on hold for this young man…and my manager is really pissed and telling me its my problem so please solve this among yourselves.”

 “Wait,” Seto started, coming up behind (Y/N) to assert himself. “Who called first?”

 “I believe your friend did.”

 “But who got here first?” Midorima asked pointing to the pump in Takao’s hand matter of factly.

 “Well, umm this gentleman.”

 “Therefore, we are clearly the ones deserving of the pump. Takao pay her and lets go.”

 “We really need that pump!” Yamazaki finally came up to put in his own fight.

 “As do I, it is my lucky item for tomorrow.”

 .      .      .

 “Lucky item?” Hara asked with a questioning look.

 “Quirky horoscope stuff.” Furuhashi explained quickly.

 “Hey Shin-chan” Takao mumbled motioning the green haired male to lean down and hear his whisper.

 As he lowererd his head a tad and allowed his eyelashes to flutter slightly, (Y/N) felt her heart thumping hard.

 “Let’s just let them have it.” (Y/N) said, tugging Seto down to whisper to him.

 “What the hell? Why would we even consider doing that?”

 “Because they’re cute?”

 “Can’t we just let her have it?” Takao whispered to his own teammate.

 “Don’t be ridiculous! We’ve had all the new recruits looking for a pump all day! Why would we let her have it?”

 “Because she’s cute?”

 Both (Y/N) and Takao received reprimanding smacks on the head.

 “Come on Takao we have the rest of the team searching the shopping center for pump. Let’s go.”

 “Why don’t we play basketball for it?” Furuhashi asked, catching everyone’s attention.

 “Why would I agree to that when the item is already in our hands and one transaction away from being nonnegotiable?” Midorima sneered down at the male.

 “Pride.”

~~~~~

 “No, way! We were here first so get lost!” The guy yelled out at the two teams.

 “Come on Seto! Let me kick their asses and the court will be all ours.” Hara said while the tanned male placed an arm in front of him.

 “We should have figured that all the courts would be used right now too.” Yamazaki mumbled before looking back at (Y/N) who had been hanging back with the Shutoku team ever since they left the sporting goods store.

 “So, are you and Midorima close?” The girl asked with practically heart shaped pupils directed at the two.

 “Oh yeah! I’m like Shin-chan’s best friend!”

 “We are basketball teammates! That’s all!”

 Little hearts practically radiated off (Y/N) as she smiled at the bickering boys.

 “She’s really into one of them.” Furuhashi commented watching the exchange.

 “Do you think so?” Yamazaki asked with just the slightest hurt tinging in his voice.

 “Well yeah. She didn’t even act like this with Okamura. This is real investment; she’s been asking them about themselves the whole time.”

 The orange haired male didn’t respond but sighed deeply. Maybe that was the reason he never got further than square one with (Y/N). Regardless of who she was going after…neither was like him.

 Midorima was the serious type. The glasses character who was kind of a know-it-all asshole.

 Takao was the cool but upbeat type. The guy who was making dumb faces one minute but making girls swoon the next.

 Everyone else in Kirisaki Daiichi fell into one of those two categories.

 But as for him? He wasn’t really possessing of the brain power to be the know-it-all serious guy. And with this perpetually angry look on his face combined with his loud voice he definitely didn’t come across as the cheerful type either.

 He had naively assumed that being the first to take interest in (Y/N) meant that he would have some kind of advantage. But reality didn’t work that way romcom anime did. Nothing in the rules said she had to end up with him, or any of the guys from KiriDai for that matter.

 “Get out of here old man! This is our basketball court!”

 Yamazaki looked up to see two 7-year old kids sticking their tongues out at Seto.

 “Who are you calling an old man, you little brats!?”

 “Hey come on it’s not worth it!” The little boy said tugging on his friend’s arm. “This guy could be Yakuza or something!”

 “No no!” (Y/N) said coming between her steamed captain and the kids. Getting down on their level, it was the kids turn to grow hearts in their eyes. “I’m sorry if my friend scared you boys!”

 “He didn’t scare me at all!”

 “Yeah I just didn’t want to cause any trouble for him!”

 “How noble of you both.” The young woman patted the top of their heads, causing them to flash her huge grins. “I’m glad you two know when a fight isn’t worth it.”

 “You can borrow the court if you want!”

 “Yeah we don’t even have a basketball! We were using this!” One of them said holding out a baseball.

 .     .     .

 “Uhhhh Shin-shan, do we have a basketball?”

 “No, I assumed the team who proposed the challenge would have one.”

 Everyone on both team turned to look at Furuhashi who was failing in keeping a straight face. His mouth slowly twisted into an embarrassed little pout before he clicked his tongue.

 “I suppose I assumed someone else would let us borrow theirs.”

 “Great! Just fuc-”

 “Language! There’s children present!” (Y/N) scolded Hara.

 “Just flippin great! How in the h- do we figure out who gets the pump now?”

 “Shin-chan, doesn’t Oha Asa do a secondary item? Can’t you just get that instead of the pump?”

 The glasses-wearing male grew absolutely red in the face and covered his mouth with his hand.

 “This was the secondary item.”

 “Ehh really?” Takao said looking surprised. “Then what was the first?”

 Midorima looked around without meeting anyone’s eyes before landing his gaze on the children.

 “Cover their ears.”

~~~~~

 The walk back to the sporting goods store was quiet and just the slightest bit awkward. (Y/N) was particularly red in the face as she shuffled along with her team.

 “So uhhh, thanks for taking one for the team.” Seto commented, not sure of what to say but figuring anything was better than silence.

 “It was umm no big deal.”

 “We can reimburse you for the cost of your pa-”

 “That’s okay! Let’s just get the pump and get this over with.”

 “I never knew Oha Asa was so…kinky.” Furuhashi commented. “To think his lucky item would be a foreigner’s pa-”

 “You’ve gotta be shitting me!” Hara exclaimed as they came up on the store.

 A huge closed sign was hanging in the window of the now dark shop. Including another handwritten sign reading

 ‘We hope you guys decided who gets the pump. Unfortunately, we will be closed until 11a.m tomorrow. Sorry for the inconvenience.’

 “Well today was productive.” (Y/N) said sarcastically.

 “Hey we made it threw as a team. I’d say today wasn’t a total loss.” Seto offered.

 “I guess we did discover that (Y/N) rides or dies hard for the team.” Hara gave the girl a nasty smirk which she proceeded to try and slap off his face.

 Yamazaki watched the two play fight before drawing in a huge breath.

 “(Y/N) can I walk you home again? I really wanted to talk with you about something!”

 The whole team suddenly grew stiff as they realized exactly what Yamazaki was gonna do. They turned to their manager waiting for her response. She looked equally surprised but gave Yamazaki a big smile and nodded her head quickly.

 “Sure!”

~~~~~

 Seto threw himself onto the couch beside his brother.

 “Hey how was your day?!”

 “Fine.”

 “Did you find an outfit to wear to the party?”

 “No, I figured I would wear my school uniform.”

 “This is serious Seto! And you wonder why mom and dad are always on your ass.”

 “Oh I know precisely why they are on my ass.”

 Seto looked at his brother and took in the small slip holding his bangs back to not fall into the goop he had sitting on his face. The older male was busy scrolling through various circle lenses on his phone no doubt figuring out which to buy before the party.

 “Please tell me you at least have a date? Mom and dad are expecting one this time!”

 “And if I don’t?”

 “You’re a senior! You should be having dates, I had dozens when I was your age.”

 “Yeah and all of them were dumb as dirt.”

 “Come on little brother! This is such a big deal for me!”

 Seto sighed. He loved his brother and he knew that this really did mean a lot to him. It was the announcement of something he had been working really hard for his whole life.

 “I know. I’ll put some effort into figuring out the outfit.”

 “And fi-”

 “And fixing my hair! As for the date…I already have one.”

 “Are you serious! Is it true?!”

 Seto felt his skin pale at the high-pitched woman’s voice come bounding into the room. His mother wrapped her arms around the shoulders of her oldest son while looking at Seto with what he would almost call smug disbelief.

 “Yes, it’s true.” He said maybe a bit more defensively than he wanted.

 “And where did we find her?”

 “The red-light district.” He said with the role of his eyes and heavy sarcasm dripping in his tone.

 “I’m serious son. If you paid or tricked some girl into this please at least be sure she can act like a lady.”

 “Oh my god?! I can’t get a date unless I’m paying or threatening her!?”

 “Hey bro, no we just th-”

 “Well you’re wrong! (Y/N) is my girlfriend and we’ve been dating for months!”

 “So, is it the girl who gave you those Valentines chocolates!? Aww my little bro has a little girlfriend! I knew you would find a good girl when the time was right! I told mom and dad you were just a late bloomer! Chukahae!”

 Seto sat in the grave he’d dug himself as his brother droned on about being happy for him and his mother maintained the unsettlingly fake smile on her face.

 He had hesitated earlier but he supposed now he didn’t have a choice in the matter.

~~~~~

 “From the sounds of it your former team was invitation only. Why did (Y/N) bypass this?”

 Hanamiya looked at the doctor and debated over his answer. He knew he was here to be psychoanalyzed but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to think and overthink all his answers before he gave them.

 This had been something he and his mother agreed on pretty quickly. An easy step to trying to make him and their relationship healthier. She was in the same one-on-one therapy sessions.

 “Because my friends wanted her to stay. And she was a bigger help to the team than I wanted to admit.”

 “And why did you never get help with the team to start with?”

 “Well you know the saying, if you want something done right do it yourself. She just happened to be the first person to do it right.”

 “I see. From the way you tell me the story of how you met I notice you didn’t speak much on it. But what about (Y/N)’s ex?”

 “What about him?”

 “Well you told me he tried to keep (Y/N) from the team. How did you feel about that?”

 “Fucking pissed. Who the hell was he to judge my whole team, call us manipulative and then go and try to manipulate his own girlfriend?”

 “So you would say he’s manipulative. Would you describe him as abusive?”

 “Yeah, I don’t know that most people would agree with that but it is what it is. If you start controlling where your significant other is going, who they talk to, and purposely try to keep them in a bad situation for YOUR own benefit then you’re an abusive piece of shit.”

 “But (Y/N) chose you.”

 .     .     .

 “Yeah.”

 “She left her abuser for you before the abuse could escalate. Almost a direct parallel to your mother leaving your father. She leaves, is hurt deeply, unbeknownst to them you are hurt in the process. It’s all just history repeating itself for you.”

 Hanamiya stayed quiet. He remembered word for word (Y/N) telling the team how she had broken up with Imayoshi and chose to make her own decision. She wasn’t going to let anyone control her and he had instantly felt himself drawn to her.

 She was protecting herself against Imayoshi. Furuhashi told him about that time on the train, she didn’t let her teammate take advantage of her, even if it wasn’t his intention. She stood her ground against the guy in the cafeteria.

 So why did it seem when he was the one with his hands strangling the life from her, or his grip bruising her soft flesh, his voice cursing and threatening her that she didn’t do anything? She let it happen….was it out of fear?

 Or maybe it was because deep down she knew what he hadn’t accepted yet…that he didn’t want to hurt her.

 “But then you switched your roles. Instead of being the young child stuck in the middle of a nasty divorce. She is now the wife and you are your father.”

 “I am his son, that’s all I can be.”

 “Yes, you have to be his son, nobody can change that. But half your DNA is of your mother, it’s a unique mix and you are your own person.”

 “What if the person I am is just bad?”

 “But what if he’s not? Have you ever given yourself the opportunity to be anything other than what you hate? I think the reason you quit your team, the reason you reach out to hurt people you truly love and the reason you don’t allow yourself much good in life isn’t because you’re too intelligent. Intelligent people have the world at their fingertips, I believe they can love life. No, I think the reason is that you’re trying to punish him. But Makoto you are…undeniably you and you’re only punishing yourself.”

 “That’s partially it but I think too I’m not as good as people hope. I’m punishing her too. It hurt her for me to leave the team and I was … glad. Ever since she joined the team I’ve been punishing myself and her too. She makes me so unbelievably angry.”

 “Anger is okay, feeling human emotion is okay. There’s no bad emotions. But there is the root of your problem. You’re not angry at (Y/N) or yourself on the deeper level.

 You are NOT your father.

 And (Y/N) isn’t your mother.

 You two can have a healthier relationship then they ever had a chance to. But you have to stop emotionally hurting the both of you.”

~~~~~

 “Thanks for walking me home Zaki!”

 “It’s no problem.” The male said leading (Y/N) up to the large guesthouse near the back of the huge estate she lived on. Scratching his temple, he was tempted to ask her the same question that had been on his mind the whole way over here.

 “So what’s on your mind? It’s been bothering you since we ran into those boys.”

 “Huh? Am I that easy to read?”

 “Yes actually.”

 “Ohh umm it’s not important. I guess I was just wondering…Do you have a thing for Takao and Midorima?!” He blurted out with no shred of dignity left.

 “Hmm? You noticed?”

 “We all noticed!”

 “Oh that’s pretty embarrassing!” (Y/N) said holding onto her red face. “They probably think I’m so weird now! I know better than shipping real people, but I just couldn’t resist they were just so perfect together!”

 “Huh? Shipping?”

 “Yeah, don’t get me wrong I’m not a fujoshi or anything but they just had such good chemistry and balanced each other so well! Now they must think I was being super creepy!”

 “What no! We all thought you were into them as in wanting to date them!”

 “Oh! Huh do you think that’s why Kazunari-kun gave me his phone number?”

 “You are so dense! How can you not tell when a guy is coming on to you!?”

 “Well I’m kinda numb to all that stuff okay?! I’m not entirely sure when someone is playing and when they’re being serious! But if it was obvious enough I would get it! I’m not stupid!”

 “Well how obvious is obvious enough?!”

 “I don’t know!”

 “What about this!”

 (Y/N) was about to ask questions before Yamazaki pressed his lips onto hers firmly. His hands were wrapped around her waist tightly, her own hesitating at his hips. When he pulled away his face was beet red and his hands were quickly behind his back.

 “I’m so sorry! I should have asked first! Of course I really do like you a lot and that’s what I wanted to tell you but still, I shouldn’t have-”

 “No no it’s okay Zaki. I mean I knew you liked me but I’ll be honest I kinda figured you still had feelings for you ex.”

 “What why would you even think that?”

 “Because you care if she’s jealous of me or not. You always tend to confront her minions about what’s happening with me but never her.”

 “No, I mean maybe when I first met you, I thought it would be cool to dangle this hot exchange student in front of her. But I really like you but the more I got to know you the more I realized you have so many things she doesn’t have. You actually care about me and what I like and what I want to do! Mei cheated on me more times than I can remember. You’re so innocent and perfect.”

 (Y/N) took in her friend’s words as she stared at her feet. She could hear the sound of cicadas in the trees behind her.

 “I’m none of those things.”

 “What do you mean?”

 “I mean that what exactly do you think of as innocent? What if I have gotten around as much as people are saying. You’ve heard all the rumours.”

 “Yeah but they aren’t true.” Yamazaki said gripping the girl’s forlorn face to tilt her head up for eye contact. “They aren’t true, right?

 (Y/N)?”

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My Harem is Entirely Bad Boy Types (Kirisaki Daiichi x Reader) Pt. 7

Chapter 7: I Think We’re At That Point Were My Harem Story Gets Serious, And I’m Totally Not Ready For That!

 “I’m sorry, I really don’t know.” (Y/N) responded, looking seriously at the woman in front of her.

 “Nothing at all? Not even from all the time you’ve spent with him?”

 “…Makoto’s reasons have never been very telling. He hurt Kiyoshi because he hates someone like him. He hurts everyone else because…he can. Because he wants to prove that anyone can be trash. I’m sorry but I can’t think of any other reason why.”

Ms. Hanamiya nodded slowly before pressing her hands tightly over her mouth to not let out a sob. (Y/N) didn’t know what to do. The older woman had asked this of her the day they met. To be able to sit and discuss with her…to discuss Makoto.

 To know why he was the way he was and why he did all these awful things.

 “So, you’re telling me he’s just…evil. It’s just in his nature. There’s nothing I can do.”

 “I’m sorry I didn’t mean for it to come out li-”

 “Don’t apologize. I’ve seen it for a long time…I just never did anything about it. Maybe it’s genetic and then that’s my fault because Makoto didn’t pick his father, I did.”

 (Y/N) suddenly remembered the comment her captain had given about his dad during the interview. She had been curious ever since.

 “Was his father a bad influence?”

 “That man was the devil himself, but I always thought that since my baby was three when I finally left…that he wouldn’t remember all of it. That he would be different.”

 “Remember all of what, ma’am?”

 “The abuse.”

 “I’m sorry to hear that.”

 “It was my own fault. Everyone warned me about him and I knew how he was. But I was the baddest girl at school and wanted to be dating the baddest boy. He was a basketball player and I started talking to him after going to one of his games. Well I was probably barely sixteen when I got pregnant. I thought he’d want nothing to do with me but he invited me to live with him after my parents kicked me out.”

 (Y/N) nodded to herself. She had figured as much with the woman looking as young as she did and having a son Makoto’s age. However, she had no place to judge her situation.

 “I think he just saw our baby as the ultimate manipulation, a part of him I would always have. I knew I could have made it on my own but not with a baby. I stayed through all that man’s treatment because I wanted my son to have a better life than what I had. So, I would sacrifice my own body to be sure he stayed healthy.”

 A lightbulb went off in the girl’s head, a possibly answer to one particular question of ‘why’. But still she said nothing.

 “And when it was only me on the receiving end I was fine. But the day came when he struck our son too. Well me and Makoto shimmied out the bathroom window that night and scaled down from the 3rd floor with just one bag. And now I can’t help but think…I didn’t get him out of there in time. I let him watch this man put his hands on me for 3 years, eventually letting the same thing happen to him.”

 “But you ca-”

 “Yet…in the back of my mind I think of all the times I spoke to him gently. All the times I told him how he was supposed to be and how what his father was doing was wrong. I tried to show him to be kind and loving. Why didn’t those characteristics stick?”

 “I think they did. Somewhere in there but they got mixed with everything else too. I won’t lie and say your son is a misunderstood and innocent soul. No, I may not believe him to be an evil person, but he’s done evil things. He’s ruined someone’s life. Still I think he can change, I think he needs serious help.”

 “I know. I’ve known for a long time that he needed to see a professional, but I just could never get the courage to tell him. He just…the way he looks at me when he thinks I won’t notice. And he used to get so mad when I told him anything at all.”

 “Ms. Hanamiya, are you afraid of Makoto?” (Y/N) asked with a firm voice. She watched the woman fiddle with her own cup of coffee before glancing around the café as if someone would hear her. “Are you afraid of your own son?”

 “Makoto… he looks and acts so much like his father. It terrifies me…he terrifies me. When he was four, I remember taking him to the park and I looked up to see him pushing this little girl off the swing when there was an open one right next to her. I didn’t even scold him I was just stared. And he caught my eye and looked right back at me with no shame, as if he was studying my reaction. I’ve never stopped being scared.”

 (Y/N) sipped up the rest of her tea and traced circles on the rim of the cup. There was a lot she had to say about this but nothing that she wanted to give as advice to a fully-grown woman. And she also knew that if her captain ever found out she was meeting with her…she didn’t know what would happen.

 “Well that’s enough out of me. I know it wasn’t fair of me to try and get information about my son out of you and I wont waste anymore of your time.”

 “Oh no, I understand why you would want to talk to me about it. But I do have to go, my team has a charity benefit to go to tonight.”

 “A charity benefit? Makoto didn’t mention anything like that.”

 “He didn’t want to go.”

 “I see….is it black-tie?”

 “Yes ma’am.” (Y/N) began before looking at her with serious eyes. “Is he not going because he doesn’t have anything to wear? I know he struggles to buy lunch sometimes and with you telling me he’s only at KiriDai on scholarship…I don’t mean to assume.”

 “Not that he’d ever tell me but I do believe that to be the case. I don’t have a suit for him to wear and the nicest outfit he owns is his school uniform and even that cost me so much overtime to pay for.”

 (Y/N) bit at her lip nervously. She wanted to do something, but she also didn’t want to offend. Taking a few moments to decide the girl put on a business face.

 “You said you’ve worked at the department store for a long time correct?”

 “Yes dear.”

 “I can lend you some money if you agree to speak with the store manager for me. You see I’ve been working with this company…”

~~~~~

 “Please! Please! Please! Please!” Hara said actually chasing the girl around the gym.

 “Leave me alone! Do you know how hard it is to run in heels?!” (Y/N) shouted back as she clacked across the linoleum floors.

 “I do.” Furuhashi deadpanned not paying Yamazaki any mind when he asked if he was joking or not.

 “I wanna see what dress you picked! You can’t leave that coat on all night! Come on take it off!”

 (Y/N) let out a yelp as Hara caught up quickly and hoisted her up over his shoulder. She laughed as the male spun her, trying to disorient her.

 “Stop! I will pee on you in self-defense!”

 “He’d probably be into it.” Seto commented fixing his cuffs.

 “Eww who the hell would actually want that!?” Yamazaki exclaimed, looking disgusted.

 “I do.”

 “Oww did you actually bite me!?” Hara’s voice called out as he quickly dropped the girl to the floor.

 “(Y/N) warned you. I know for a fact she’s a biter.” Furuhashi said extending his hand to help the girl off the floor.

 “So, something did happen when you stayed at her place!?” Yamazaki accused with a finger pointed directly at the blank-eyed male.

 Neither of the accused said anything, instead choosing to look away and ignore the loud male. The whole team settled down as they tried to adjust their formal wear. They were now just waiting on Seto’s ride to come and drop them off collectively at the venue.

 (Y/N) checked her makeup for the 5th time since she arrived only for the compact to be gently taken out of her hand. Yamazaki snapped it shut and gave her a smile.

 “You look gorgeous, stop worrying.”

 “Thanks Zaki, I just want to be sure my makeup looks perfect.”

 “I think you look perfect without it.”

 Seto made a comical gagging sound but (Y/N) only smiled with a slight blush on her face. Standing up from the bleachers she reached her hand up to adjust her friend’s tie.

 “You look very handsome too, Zaki.”

 “So, when are we leaving?” A sudden deep voice called out from the gym entrance.

 The team turned to see their captain standing there his a black on black suit. His usually stringy hair looked soft and one side was slicked back behind his ear. He didn’t try to make eye contact with anyone as he strolled in like it was perfectly normal.

 “Hey you showed.” (Y/N) said with a teasing smirk. “I thought you were too good to come.”

 “I never said that idiot. Don’t put words in my mouth. I couldn’t trust the reputation of my team to this motley crew. I figured I would come to keep an eye on you guys.”

 “You clean up nicely. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you put this much effort into your appearance.” Seto commented with a small smile.

 “Thanks. You guys actually came together pretty well too. Except for our little train wreck over here.” Hanamiya said coming up to (Y/N). “What’s with the trench coat, you a pervert or something?”

 “I was saving my dress reveal until we got there but high demand means I must supply.” (Y/N) joked before unbuttoning jacket and allowing it to slip from her shoulders.

 As the coat fell to the ground dramatically (Y/N) gave a slow spin. All the guys couldn’t help but stare. In her usual completely unsexy school uniform, she wasn’t the person you would cast a second glance at but this was definitely not her school uniform.

 Her dress was an emerald green mermaid style with long black lace sleeves. The back was completely open, decorated only with thin sparkling silver chains. It fit her as if it had been one of a kind created just for her.

 “So? How do I look?” The girl asked though she was already internally smirking from the boys’ reactions to her.

 “Stop fishing for a compliment you know you look hot. Now let’s go.” Hanamiya said giving a slight eye roll before turning and calling his team out to leave.

 (Y/N) smiled and began walking after her captain only to feel Yamazaki place a gentle hand on her elbow. Turning to him she noticed his face wasn’t as angry looking and strained as it usually was. He held his arms out to her with a smile.

 “Can I escort you into the car?”

 “Sure!”

 “Yeah well I call escorting her into the actual event!” Hara said grabbing the girl’s other arm ungracefully.

 “What? Hell no! Walking in with her on your arm, people will think you two are a couple! They already thought that enough when you two had Mako, now it’s free game!”

 “You said it yourself! We have a child together, so of course I would escort her in.”

 “What if there’s other hot girls there? Huh? When they see you with (Y/N) you’ll lose your chance with all of them.”

 “You wish. I could flirt with any of them with (Y/N) hooked around my waist and I’d still get whoever I wanted.”

 “You cocky asshole!”

 (Y/N) watched the two friends bicker and chuckled as Furuhashi swooped in to actually take her arm and lead her out the gym.

~~~~~

 “Hara my feet hurt!” (Y/N) pouted as the male dragged her across the dance floor. “Why do we have to dance every song?”

 “Because I leave you alone long enough and one of our teammates will ask you to dance, or worse one of these other assholes might.”

 (Y/N) rolled her eyes at that. She knew that her heart to heart with Hara had moved her up from spank-bank material to waifu levels but boy was taking this too seriously.

 “Yandere type.” (Y/N) mumbled to herself, catching Hara’s attention.

 “I thought we were all the bad-boy type?”

 “Sure but now that I get to know you guys, there’s a few subtypes.”

 “Oh really? I’d like to hear that.”

 “Well Furuhashi is clearly the Kuudere type though he’s just a cocky comment and snobby laugh away from being Oujidere.”

 “Baby girl, I understood maybe half of that sentence.”

 “Furuhashi seems very cold and distant but from his random outbursts I know he sees himself as very high and princely. Got that stereotypical rich kid backstory to book. Yamazaki is probably the closest I would get to deredere bad boy, he’s usually the most upbeat out of yall though he’s probably just loud as opposed to cheerful.”

 “Okay I can see those.”

 “You are getting crazy possessive, so I’d say Yandere.”

 “I’ll stab the next person who asks you for a dance.” Hara whispered jokingly only to roll his eyes. “Come on I’m not a yandere!”

 “Fine you’re the lewd type then!”

 “I’ll take that. What’s Seto?”

 “Hmm I can’t say I know him well enough to have decided that yet.”

 “Caps is tsundere all the way. I don’t even need to watch anime to know what that means and that it fits him perfectly. That or maybe he’s just an asshole.”

 (Y/N) smiled as the song ended and she made her way back to the table her team had been sitting at. Hanamiya was on his phone seemingly disinterested in everything while Seto was trying his hardest to ignore the girl chatting in front of him.

 Out on the dance floor Yamazaki had been asked to dance and seemed to be having a good time. And they’d all been surprised to find Furuhashi’s fiancé in attendance. (Y/N) smiled as her friend gave Yui a kind look and spun her gently to the tune of the new song.

 Approaching the table, the girl chatting up Seto instantly grated on (Y/N)’s ears.

 “Hey come on! Are you Young-Mi’s other son? I met your brother before! You know you look nothing like your parents but I recognize the name, Seto! I heard your mom has some big plans ahead any ideas what those are?”

 Seto looked totally uncomfortable as the girl rattled off questions about his parents. (Y/N) wrinkled her nose at the girl, was she the daughter of a tabloid publisher or something? Hanamiya seemed annoyed as well yet not half as likely to step in and help his teammate out.

 “Why don’t you come dance with me? We can talk out on the floor! Get to know me because I’d really really love to get to know someone like you.” The girl said pressing her chest into Seto’s arm only making the male cringe away from her touch.

 “Kentaro!” (Y/N) called out flouncing to her friend. Coming up behind him she smoothly slid her arms around his neck before kissing his cheek softly. “Are you making new friends, love? Hi, (Y/N) (L/N)”

 The talkative girl looked at (Y/N)’s extended hand in disgust but shook it anyway.

 “And who are you exactly?” The girl said looking down on her.

 “I believe I just told you, I’m (Y/N) (L/N). Kentaro’s special friend.” (Y/N) said running her thin fingers through the male’s hair. She was happy that he wasn’t uncomfortable with her being up on him but instead seemed rather content.

 “I meant who’s your family, what are you connections.”

 “Tsk tsk it’s rude to ask something like that before you’ve even given me your name.”

 “Ito Hatsune. My father is a tv personality for Hito Ito.”

 “Hito Ito? The Japanese TMZ knock off? Trying to get a scoop for daddy? I’m afraid you’ll turn up with nothing here. My love and his family try and stay scandal free, right Ken?”

 Seto tried to nod but practically shivered at the way his name rolled off (Y/N)’s lips.

 “How boring. She didn’t even put up a fight.” (Y/N) huffed as Hatsune turned on her heels and walked away quickly. Removing herself from Seto’s side she threw herself down in the seat beside him. “Sorry I was in your personal space, you looked uncomfortable and I figured that was the easiest way to make her go away.”

 “No, thank you. I appreciate it.”

 (Y/N) smiled brightly before her eyes flowed to Hanamiya who was still scrolling through shit on his phone. Now that she knew this wasn’t his world, she understood why he was withdrawing. He had no connections to make, no company to speak of. Had he not been a super intelligent basketball prodigy he wouldn’t even be here.

 Beautiful violins swelled in the background and the young girl perked up immediately at the tune. Turning to try and find her dance partner she huffed as he was off dancing with a cute brown-haired girl.

 “Seto, come dance this song with me.”

 “I honestly cannot dance. Like at all. Sorry (Y/N) I would but that’s a type of embarrassment I don’t need.”

 Pouting the girl turned to look at Hanamiya.

 “No.” He said not even looking up.

 “I didn’t even know you were listening! How did you know I was gonna ask you?”

 “Because I’m not an idiot.”

 “Please Hanamiya, it’s such a pretty song!”

 “What? Do you speak French?”

 “Uhh no.”

 “Then you don’t even know what the song is about. It’s not some cute heart-touching ballad.”

 “Then come translate it for me while we dance!” (Y/N) said getting up and standing in front of him extending her hand out. He looked from her palm to her face and realized she wasn’t gonna give it up.

 “Fine, just this song.”

 The girl smiled as Hanamiya lead her out of his team’s sight, to a more private corner of the dance floor. (Y/N) placed one hand on the tall male’s shoulder and locked her other with his firmly. She almost shivered as his cold palm pressed flat onto her exposed back.

 “I admit I went through hell, didn’t I my love? Before I met you, my love.” Hanamiya whispered to her in a quiet voice.

 “What?” The girl asked completely baffled by the male addressing her that way.

 “Those are the lyrics, idiot. ‘Whether it pleases you or not in dancing the Javanaise.’” Hanamiya said, cutting through his own sentence with another translation. The pair swayed and (Y/N) watched him mumble the lyrics perfectly.

 “I never knew you spoke French.”

 “I speak several languages.”

 “That’s incredible.”

 “Not really, languages are easy. It’s just speaking, nothing difficult. ‘In your opinion what have we seen of love? From you to me. You really had me going, my love.’ Besides you speak two languages, don’t you?”

 “Yeah but it was a bitch to learn Japanese and I had full on immersion learning. You’ve apparently just learned these on your own. Hmmm ‘You really had me going, my love’ that’s a heavy lyric, isn’t it?”

 “I told you it wasn’t a love song. ‘Alas, April in vain dedicates me to love. I wanted to see that love in you, my love. Whether it pleases you or not.’ Yet everyone is dancing to it as if it is.”

 “I disagree. Unrequited love is still love. You still feel it just as strong no?”

 “I wouldn’t know. It’s a bullshit concept honestly. If you isolated the right chemical you could technically bottle ‘love’ and sell it as something people inject right into their veins.”

 “You’re so smart but I think that’s why you’re so miserable.”

 “I’m not miserable.”

 “But you are. You don’t let yourself enjoy anything in life because you have to be so analytical of it. Look at everyone else just dancing and enjoying the music but you overthink the chemical process of love and the psychological implications of unrequited love. Anyone else would just enjoy a slow dance with a cute girl.”

 “Oh really? And pray tell who said you were cute?”

 “I believe the word you used was ‘hot’ no?”

 Hanamiya scoffed, tensing up at the way the girl was trying to read him. He was one dimensional to most people. He was an asshole and nobody ever tried to see beyond that…he wanted to keep it that way.

 “I know you’re not the actual airhead you pretend to be. But I’m smarter than you, remember that and know that you will never figure me out. I can see it in your face that you think you know me but you don’t.”

 “You’re right but I’d like to. You’ve told me so very little about you. One particular thing comes to mind…why do you play basketball?”

 “Really? Of all the things you could have asked, you ask that one?”

 “I want to know. It’s not weird to want to know why someone does something that they invest so much time into. Why basketball? You’re so intelligent you could play an instrument, or shogi/chess, hell even another sport might have utilized your brain more so why this?”

 “For exactly that reason. All of those things were so intelligence based that they came to me so easily. There was no effort in it. I could have chosen to do any of those things and would have been a GOM level prodigy at it but then it would have gotten old really fast. Intelligence could only get me so far in basketball if I didn’t have the physical skills to back it up. I had to actually work my ass off to be good, to reach the level that I did. Basketball isn’t boring to me. It’s probably one of the only things that make me happy.”

 (Y/N) took in the honesty of that answer and let it stew in her brain. It made sense, he was basically Aomine but with intellect. Everything around him was just numbers and facts, it seemed almost sad to live in a world with no magic, no feelings.

 “Life is not worth living without love. But you are the one who wanted it that way, my love.”

 “You don’t have to want it that way.”

 “I’m just telling you the lyrics.”

 “I know. But I can tell you have a lot more inside you than just smarts. You have some feelings you can’t process with facts and it bothers you. You don’t have to go through everything on your own. Maybe it doesn’t seem logical to you but other might get it. You’ve helped me more than you realize and I’d do anything to repay you, remember that.”

 “Whether it pleases you or not, in dancing the Javanaise.” Hanamiya ignored her and continued translating, he looked up at her and she could barely hear the final lyric. “We loved each other for the length of a song.”

 As the instruments decrescendo off into nothing Hanamiya is left staring down into the eyes of a girl who he can feel staring right through him. She knows something and he doesn’t like that.

 “Oww.” (Y/N) murmured, arching her back and pressing her body into his slightly.

 Suddenly taking notice, Hanamiya withdrew his hand from her back. Unconsciously his grip on her had grown way too tight and even his nails were biting into her flesh. Almost as if a switch was flipped the male’s expression grew angry and he resisted the urge to push her away from him.

 She watched as he scowled and stormed back to his seat. The girl deflated at the events. It was always 1 step forward 2 steps back with him and she didn’t know what she was doing wrong. She hadn’t even said anything this time.

 “Well I’d heard Kirisaki Daiichi had gotten a new manager. You seem to be holding your own well with them.”

 (Y/N) turned to come face to face with none other than Akashi Seijuro. In trying to make connections, she found out quickly that he was the one to know. They’d only briefly spoken a number of times at events like this and also because his father did business with some people very close to her.

 “Akashi-san, how nice to see you.” (Y/N) bowed her torso at him and his own teammates behind him.

 “Come now, you weren’t nearly so formal with anyone else here.” The magenta haired male hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her face up to look her in the eye.

 “Woah! Who the hell are you!?” Hara’s voice suddenly echoed in (Y/N)’s ear as he strolled up beside her. The rest of the team including Hanamiya were not far behind. “Hands off!”

 “Akashi Seijuro, and you are Hara Kazuya correct? Second son of the Hara Hotel empire. I must say (Y/N) makeup and hotels don’t really mix, now do they? Not a very wise business move.”

 “Kazuya and I aren’t dating.”

 “And what does makeup have to do with anything?” Hara snapped.

 “Hmm they don’t know?” Akashi asked with a small smirk on his face. He knew they didn’t. “(Y/N)’s the hei-”

 “I work for New Face, you know, that really popular makeup brand. I’m nothing more than a wholesale associate, I get stores to carry the product that’s all.”

 “Why didn’t you want us to know that?” Furuhashi asked, almost not believing everything and believing she was purposely withholding information.

 “Because none of you guys work in that sense. I didn’t want you to look down on me.” (Y/N) was stammering a bit before a very tall and attractive looking man stepped forward and gently tilted her chin back and forth.

 “I love your highlight, it’s so natural. Is it New Face?”

 “Oh no, this is a new brand I thought I’d try out.” The girl said awkwardly as the feminine male studied her entire makeup look closely.

 “You really should show me before the night is over! I’m Reo, by the way.”

 (Y/N) shook hands and instantly felt a little insecure. This guy had really nice hands and was prettier than she was.

 “So, are you a boy or a girl?” Hara asked rudely causing (Y/N) to slam her elbow into his ribcage.

 “Ha! She’s got fire, I like that. And to answer your question my dear lavender blossom, I am an experience.” Reo said flipping his perfect hair. The gorgeous male pirouetted away to the rest of his team, sitting at their own table.

 “Now, if you’ll excuse us, I believe I was having a conversation with (Y/N). Can I have a minute alone with her?” Akashi’s voice came out smoothly as he waved a hand to shoo off the KiriDai boys.

 “With my manager? Hell no.” Hanamiya said, instantly not liking the attitude this guy had. He’d played him before in middle school and even though he was a hell of a lot creepier then, this shit wasn’t gonna fly. He tugged the girl’s arm and pulled her into his chest.

 “Oh come now. I love getting to know all the members of the elite teams. I might have had the chance to speak with her during the Winter Cup if your team had made it that far.”

 “Oh shit.” Seto mumbled, knowing full well there was about to be a blood war between the two god-complex males.

 “Yeah you didn’t exactly win that tournament either and you actually care about that shit. You got beaten by the same team that beat us, so I don’t believe you have room to talk.”

 “Our team would wipe the floor with your rich boy asses!” Hara exclaimed blowing a large bubble.

 “Aren’t we just a bunch of rich kids too?” Yamazaki said with a metaphorical sweat drop on his head.

 “Is that truly what you believe? Well how about we test out that theory. One Gom and three Uncrowned Kings against a team that I hear, doesn’t utilize the only tactic they had to win anymore.”

~~~~~

 “Ooo! Damn!” (Y/N) shouted out as Hara fell on his ass while Akashi rushed past him. “Cross him up!”

 “Who the hell are you cheering for?!” The teen yelled at his friend.

 “The only dude out on the court breaking ankles! Woo!” She cheered again as the game grew even more heated.

 Seto smiled at the girl who was obviously enjoying herself.

 “It’s not easy bitch!” Hara cursed as he rubbed his tailbone. “I’m not exactly used to playing in dress shoes and slacks.”

 “Sounds like an excuse TO slack!”

 “His Emperor Eye is pretty impressive, isn’t it?” Seto asked the girl sitting beside him on the park bench. He watched the girl wrinkle her nose slightly as she mulled it something over.

 “I mean he’s really amazing at basketball but why the weird names for their ‘special moves’. Like he’s crossing people, not using a Pokemon attack.”

 Without intention Seto let out a booming laugh that even caught (Y/N) off guard. She smiled as the male hid his grin behind a large hand as laughter trickled off into chuckles.

 (Y/N) felt herself smile as the boy beside her was slowly beginning to open up more. He was usually fairly quiet and the last time they really spoke in depth was when they sang together during the cultural festival.

 The girl was snapped out of her thoughts as Reo caught her eye and beckoned her towards him with a long delicate finger. Totally captivated by the young man, she navigated her way carefully across the park court.

 Reo patted the bench next to him and (Y/N) sat quickly.

 “So, now that we have some time where did you get that makeup from? Not just the highlighter but the lipstick and eyeliner too!”

 “It’s a new brand that just launched, ‘Me but Better’.”

 “I don’t think I’ve ever even heard of it.”

 “Well so far only one store in Japan carries it but-”

 “What the fuck!”

 (Y/N) spun around quickly, startled by the angry voice of her captain. She was expecting him to be scowling at one of the Rakuzan boys but instead he was storming right up to her with her own phone in his hands.

 “What the hell is this!?”

 “My phone…what happened?”

 “Your phone rang and guess who’s fucking calling?!” Hanamiya shouted, getting much closer to the girl in a threatening manner.

 “Ryo? Shoichi? Umm…”

 “My mother!” Hanamiya’s voice practically roared as he threw the phone to the ground. “What in the actual fuck do you think you’re doing talking to her?!”

 “I just…why did you grab my phone?” The young woman sputtered not knowing how to answer him.

 “Why did I grab your phone?! Is that really all you have to fucking say!? So what have you been telling her? About that time I nearly choked you or about how I broke someone’s leg?”

 “No, I haven’t told her anything she didn’t already know.”

 “That she didn’t already know? That’s such fucking bullshit! I should have known you were messing around in my business when I got that call from YOUR boyfriend telling me if I didn’t play nice for you that he would go and find my mother and tell her all this shit I’ve been keeping from her!”

 “No…that doesn’t make any sense! I didn’t tell him to do that, I don’t even know how he would have your number! And nobody needs to tell her anything! She’s not stupid, she knows all about you and basketball and Kiyoshi!”

 Hanamiya looked as if he was about to explode before he let out a small almost chuckling sound.

 “You remember you saying you’d do anything to repay me right? You can stay the fuck away from me from now on.” The dark-haired male brought his foot down on the girl’s cellphone smashing it into an unusable mess.

 (Y/N) winced but barely allowed the man to storm off the court before she too was on her feet. She was about to run after him but Hara stood in front of her quickly.

 “You were actually talking to his mom? We’ve known him for years and we’ve never even seen her.” Yamazaki said looking very concerned.

 “It’s not like I tried to find her! Furu and I ran into her at the mall the day he got engaged!”

 “You never told me that.” Furuhashi stated firmly, not wanting to get tangled into the predicament.

 “She asked me to meet her! What was I supposed to do?”

 “Tell her no.” Seto said running a hand through his hair. “You didn’t have to agree to meet up with her, you could have told her you didn’t feel comfortable talking about him.”

 (Y/N) blinked a few times. She knew that she came in hard on the defense, ready to blame his mother for something that her own curiosity had led her to agree in the first place.

 “I just…he’s always so miserable. I thought if I knew why then I could-”

 “Well you can’t, so just stop while you’re ahead.” Seto replied firmly.

 “But I…�� (Y/N) began to think about the explosion that was sure to go off when Hanamiya finally got home. From what she’d gathered, his mother would be quite frightened and if she was being honest…she wasn’t sure what her captain was capable of. “I can’t just let this happen. I can’t let anything bad happen between them because of me! I don’t want to be a burden on his life!”

 “Do you know where he lives?” Reo’s voice suddenly came up behind her as he placed both hands on her shoulders firmly.

 “Yes, his mother gave me their address when we met up.”

 “I have my car with me, I’ll take you.”

 “No, you won’t.” Furu said pulling (Y/N) by the wrist firmly. “Just leave it alone.”

 “I can’t! I don’t know what will happen! What if he gets really mad, or she kick him out or some other bullshit and I just ruin their lives!?”

 “What’s done is done!” Hara snapped out at the girl.

 (Y/N)’s body shook and when two tears cascaded down her face the boys knew they should have said something different.

 What they should have said was she wouldn’t ruin their lives. What they told her…

 “No…you’re wrong. I can’t accept that I can’t change things! I won’t accept having no control in what I’ve done to someone else’s life! …. You can’t stop me.”

 And they didn’t.

~~~~~

 “Seriously! Haven’t you done enough!?” Hanamiya screamed out as the girl raced up the steps of his apartment complex and called out to him.

 “Please! I never meant any harm, I just wanted to help your mom.”

 “Help? Help her with what?!” Hanamiya practically barked out at her. “What you think you have to fucking save her from me!? Huh?! You think I’m gonna hurt her!?”

 (Y/N) cowered back in fear, as her captain got in her face.

 “The only one that’s going to be hurt is you, if you don’t get the fuck out of here!”

 While the girl wanted to call his bluff, she also knew when he was angry his violence didn’t discriminate. Still, despite herself, she needed to get out of the corner she’d backed herself into. With as much force as she could she attempted to push him away from her. His body nearly got thrown off balance before he grabbed her wrist tightly.

 “Stop! Makoto, please!” Both teens turned their heads to see the male’s distressed mother opening the apartment door and rushing outside.

 Though the small woman was shaking she forced her body between the two and stared up at her son in timid defiance. She took the girl’s hand from his grasp and held it gently, trying to comfort her.

 Hanamiya took in the way she held the girl closely and the way she looked at her with such care in her eyes. His own hand hung limply at his side and before he could help himself a tear ran down his face.

 “Why…why are you defending her? She’s not your daughter…You’re not her mother!”

 Mrs. Hanamiya was stunned by the hurt look on her son’s face. She hadn’t seen him cry in years. Even with as vulnerable as he looked right now the second, he took a step towards the two women, she instantly jerked back.

 “I think I should just go.” (Y/N) mumbled, seeing a side to Makoto she wasn’t ready for.

 “Oh now you think you can just go?” The male said, moving to block the stairwell. “You wanna be in my business and leave when things get a little tense?!”

 “I never meant to-”

 “It was all me! I burdened her to meet up with me. Please, let’s talk about this.”

 “Talk about this!? You should have wanted to talk with me about this before talking to her! I barely met her, what the hell could she possibly know about me?!”

 “You…you always spoke so highly of her compared to others. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were particularly fond of her. I figured, if she was able to get close to you, if you had feelings for someone like her then maybe-”

 “Maybe what?”

 Hanamiya waited for his mother to answer but he knew she wouldn’t continue.

 “Maybe it meant that I wasn’t a lost cause? That I was capable of human emotion? That I’m not some goddamn monster!?”

 “I don’t think you’re a monster.”

 “Then why!?” The male screamed out, probably startling the entire apartment complex. “Why have you always looked so terrified of me!? Why did you always flinch away from me when I never did a single thing to you!?”

 (Y/N) felt the cold air whip around her as the night breeze began to pick up. She wished she hadn’t told Reo to go home. She wished she hadn’t come here. She wished she’d never gotten involved.

 “Its just because you’re so big and intimida-”

 “No, that’s bullshit! I remember everything! Even when I was small and I came running to you, you’d move away. I’d try to hug you and you’d push me back. You would only show me affection when you wanted…So what is it about me?” Makoto now had streams of tears coming from his eyes, not caring that (Y/N) was seeing. “You always told me you just weren’t the physically affectionate type. But if that’s so…why does she get to touch you? Why are you so afraid of me?”

 (Y/N), only now, realized how she and her were clinging onto each other for support.

 “You just…if you can remember that surely you can remember all the fights you got into as a child! All the times I had to pull you off some other kid in the park. It’s like violence was engrained in you and you know how your father was. I was just so afraid that you wou-”

 “My father…so because my father was a piece of shit, I wasn’t allowed to make mistakes!? I was a little boy and you always treated me like I did something wrong. You were the only person I had in this entire world and you were never on my side. You always thought the worst of me. It didn’t matter what I did. I could get the best grades, be a sports prodigy, get into some rich kid school and for what? You still only see me as your bastard that trapped you with that asshole for three years.”

 Mrs. Hanamiya finally released the girl’s hands and took a tentative step towards her son. His tears were heartbreaking, and she would have given anything in that moment to have done things differently.

 “That’s not true. You have always been the light of my life and you were the only good I ever got from that man. I’ve never had anything and I’ve always done wrong, including how I raised you but sweetie…you’re my best thing. Having you was the only thing I ever did right.”

 Hanamiya lifted a hand to wipe at his face only to catch the flinch in his mother’s face. Lowering his hand once more, he knew that all the kind words she was saying meant nothing. Because it was in his nature, in his fate, in his blood.

 “You still…you still see me just like him. Did you know when I was ten, I went to find my dad? I wanted to know if I really was like him. Did you know he’s in prison?” Mrs. Hanamiya’s breath caught in her throat. “For sexual assault.”

 (Y/N) felt her heart drop into her stomach. Mrs. Hanamiya hadn’t told her anything of the sort but she and her captain were thinking the same thing.

 “Did he…? Am I just some constant reminder of this horrible thing that happened to you? Is that why you hate me?! Is that all I’m destined to be in your eyes?”

 “No! I don’t know what that man did once I left. But I loved your father, our relationship was abusive but not…that. And Makoto, I love you.”

 “But you don’t like me.”

 Hanamiya let the whistling wind be the only noise between the three for a while. His mother averted her eyes and he knew why. He’d hit the nail on the head with everything. His own mother didn’t like him. She never answered him on her perception of his destiny. And her unwillingness to answer was the loudest response he could have received.

 What had only been sorrow turned to anger quickly.

 “So he was abusive? You knew it and you stayed with him?”

 “For you!”

 “Yeah…and that’s why people like you make me sick. Fucking martyrs, putting their own well-being on the line for others. And for what? To come to resent the very people they were protecting? To lord their pain over them for years? I didn’t ask you to stay with him! I didn’t ask to be born! If you knew your life was falling to shit, you should have done the responsible thing and just had an abortion, instead of ruining yours and my life!”

 (Y/N) gasped at that comment and with a quick turn of her head placed both hands over her mouth. Tears streamed down her own face and she shook thoughts from her head. Glancing over at Mrs. Hanamiya she saw the woman’s shoulders shaking in sobs.

 “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry you would rather have not existed than to have me as a mother. Nothing has been your fault and I’m sorry I couldn’t treat you the way I should have.”

 With that the woman fled down the stairs quickly. Both teens were stunned at her quick escape. Makoto whipped his head around and watched her make her way down the street.

 “Shit, it’s dark and she shouldn’t be out by herself right now. What the fuck is she thinking?” He said to himself as he turned towards the staircase.

 (Y/N) grabbed his wrist quickly and gave a gentle tug.

 “No, wait. I think she needs this time to think on her own. Just give her a little time, I know things will be fine.”

 “You know? What the fuck do you think you know about my neighbourhood? Maybe taking a stroll around your private estate at night is perfectly safe but it isn’t always that way here, okay?”

 “Hanamiya.” The girl pleaded once more now standing between him and the stairs, her grip still on his wrist. “Believe it or not I understand, everything.”

 “How could you even begin to understand? Look just call your personal driver and have him take your spoiled privileged ass home.” He snapped attempting to push past her.

 “I can’t d-”

 “Let go!”

 “NO!”

 (Y/N) felt Hanamiya jerk her arm up to get her to release his hand. He was successful in his attempt, but the motion had the girl off balance. Still in her heels from earlier, there was no hope of steadying herself.

 The staircase seemed much higher as each stepped cracked into some part of her body. One area alone didn’t have time to process the pain before another felt it too.

 And just when it should have been over and the steps should have ended, her head came into contact with the cement at the bottom.

 She could hear quick footsteps down the staircase and then nothing.

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My Harem is Entirely Bad Boys (Kirisaki Daiichi x Reader) Pt.6

Chapter Six: Sorry For Your Tragic Backstory, But Don’t be a Dick!

 “Son, are you up?”

 Hara lifted his head up to glance at the large time on his phone. He was probably going to be late to school again, not that it really mattered.

 “Yeah I’m up.”

 “I wanted to remind you that you’ll need to skip practice today to make your doctor appointment.”

The door swung open with Hara facing his father, a clearly unhappy look on his face.

 “What appointment? I told you I didn’t want to go to any other doctors.” Hara whisper hissed at the older male.

 “Your mother and I had you on a list for an experimental treatment, we think it may actually help to stop-”

 “It won’t stop!” Hara exclaimed before glancing back into his bedroom and lowering his voice again. “How many doctors have to tell you two that? I accepted it so why don’t you!?”

 “Maybe not stop but slow down the degeneration an-”

 Hara stopped listening as he turned back into his bedroom and shook the girl in his bed quickly. His father watched on with pursed lips, clearly wanting to say something but biting his tongue instead.

 “Hey, you need to get going.” Hara nudged her out of the bed and ushered her to gather her stuff and take her leave.

 “Kazuya, you know we don’t mind you having…friends but we’ve asked you not to let so many people into the house.”

 “Then you shouldn’t have agreed to give me the room with the door leading outside.”

 There was a brief stare off between the two before his father finally gave in and made no further effort to correct his son’s behavior. Hara sighed heavily as he pulled on his school uniform.

 Of course, neither of his parents had the actual backbone to upset him in any way. Anyone who didn’t know their situation would call him a spoiled brat and he knew they were right.

 “I gotta go.” Hara said pushing his bangs firmly over his eyes and walking past his father. “I’m staying late for practice…I’ll be home later.”

 “Please, Kazuya why won’t you at least give it a try?”

 The teen stopped walking but didn’t turn back to the desperate sounding man.

 “Because we’ve been doing this for more than a decade…I’m sick of getting my hopes up.”

 The older man flinched as the front door slammed harshly.

~~~~~

 “Oh shit, what’s with the face?” Yamazaki asked as Hara practically slammed his lunch tray down on the table beside him.

 “He’s just all up in his feelings because we had to give Mako back today.” (Y/N) said with her own eyes looking red and glassy.

 “I can’t believe she said we did the best on the project.” Hara commented cracking open a can.

 Seto chuckled just a bit. “Probably because you two were the most realistic parents I’d ever seen with all that fighting. It’s no wonder everyone kept thinking Mako was real. I don’t know that the assignment had the desired effect, I thought you were a great mother.”

 “Oh…” (Y/N) didn’t exactly know how to take her friends compliment. Her heart was suddenly beating faster and the room was a second from spinning.

 Squinting her eyes shut tightly she focused on keeping her breathing leveled. She could NOT have a panic attack right now in front of her friends. Bringing herself back down she smiled at him.

 “Thank you! I’m actually still pretty upset about giving him back but I know that’s pretty silly.”

 “I don’t believe so.” Furuhashi commented. “You developed a motherly instinct and bond with Mako. It would be hard for a mother to give up her child.”

 “Yeah.” (Y/N) pushed her food her plate before placing the spoon down. “Hanamiya, you want my lunch? It’s not going down right and I hate wasting food.”

 “Sure whatever.” The black-haired male took her plate slowly and tried his best to seem uninterested in her or the food.

 Though not a lie that she didn’t feel hungry anymore, she wondered if the rest of her team noticed that Hanamiya wasn’t eating today. And come to think of it there were other days when he didn’t eat much more than a can of coffee.

 She didn’t want to assume but the thought had been in her mind ever since she ran into his mother. If she was working at a department store in the mall, she couldn’t possibly be making that much money. The tuition here was ridiculous and the lunch prices not much better. How the hell could he afford to go here?

 Rich dad?

 Benefactor?

 (Y/N)’s thoughts were cut off by some random guy coming up behind her and slinging an arm around her shoulder. The guys watched as the girl stiffened upon immediate reaction before regaining her cool composure and turning to the male with an almost deadly look.

 “How can I help you?”

 “So polite, I can tell you’ve been in this business for a long time.”

 The guys looked at each other in confusion while they watched (Y/N)’s face instantly grow darker.

 “What do you want?”

 “Come on you should know that one! I want a date!” The guys said pressing up against (Y/N)’s back harder, his hand rubbing her shoulder creepily the other slipping under the table. “So, what’s your price? Hourly or do you charge by our activities? How much to let me do it all hmm?”

 The entire table went frozen at the male’s implications. Clear snickering could be heard from the table of girls not too far away. Sitting there was none other than Yamazaki’s ex-girlfriend herself.

 Both groups waited patiently to hear what (Y/N) would say. Having been ambushed out of nowhere there wasn’t much time to think, she would either snap at him or give some cliché remark about her rates being too high for him. Her team looked on in surprise as the girl smiled at him with an almost genuine look.

 “I haven’t thought about my pricing in a while! It’s a little tricky because too high and I won’t get nearly enough customers. But too low and I may put your mother out of business!”

 The boys at her table almost started laughing before the mystery guy yanked the girl out of her seat by the collar in rage. (Y/N) held no expression as the male pulled her up closer to him and drew a fist back ready to land square on her face.

 Just as the team was about to get up to help their manager, they saw her head slowly tilt back before jerking forward to make hard contact with an unsuspecting nose.

 The loud crunch was sickening and by now most of the cafeteria had gone totally quiet. Any grip that was still clinging to the girl’s collar was soon released as she drew her knee back and brought it right up into the place no guy wants to be hit.

 The team along with every male in the cafeteria cringed hard at the sight of the male literally throwing up from the force of that knee. With her would-be attacker on the floor curled up in a helpless ball the boys figured it was over but looking into (Y/N)’s face there was a dark look they hadn’t seen before.

 Sure, enough her foot reeled back before making impact with the boy’s side. He yelped out in pain but (Y/N) kept the blows coming, sometimes lifting her foot to stomp on various parts of his body.

 Hara stood up slowly and placed his hand on the girl’s shoulder making her jump hard and take a swing at him. The punch landed directly in his stomach, making him double over in pain.

 As if suddenly becoming unblinded by her rage the girl’s face melted back into the look they had all become used to.

 “Kazuya! I’m sorry!” (Y/N) said taking the male’s face into her hands and trying to look into his eyes unsuccessfully of course.

 Wheezing just a bit Hara managed to straighten up and give her a reassuring smile.

 “Remind me to never play punchies or bloody knuckles with you. Are you okay?”

 “What on earth is going on here?” One of the school administrators bellowed, slamming the doors to the cafeteria.

 Before anyone could speak up it was none other than Mei running up to him, looking as if she’d been traumatized by the events.

 “My friend went up to (Y/N) to ask her out and she totally freaked out! Look at him!”

 The administrator looked to the boy struggling to get up off the floor and narrowed his eyes at the accused girl. Before he could open his mouth, it was Yamazaki who was out of his seat.

 “That’s not the truth! He accused (Y/N) of paid dating! He said he wanted to know her rates and he did it with the intention of embarrassing her! He said it so loudly everyone in the cafeteria heard him!”

 “It’s true!” A small voice piped up from the other side of the lunchroom. The guys recognized her as one of (Y/N)’s reverse trap lovers. “He went up to her and asked her how much she would charge to let him ‘do it all’ totally unprovoked!”

 “Be that as it may, it was no need for physical confrontation.”

 (Y/N) sighed before whipping off her jacket and unbuttoning her white shirt to pull over her shoulder. There on her clear skin was a shiny dark bruise. Hiking up her skirt slightly, the boys gawked at a handprint shaped bruise colouring her thigh. The markings were so dark and done with so much force, it was a wonder she hadn’t cried out.

 “He was purposely squeezing me to intimidate and hurt me. I was defending myself.”

 “(L/N) (Y/N)? You’re the Tōō transfer…Surely you’ve heard of excessive force, right?”

 (Y/N) bit her lip so hard the boys knew it was seconds away from bleeding. She looked pissed and expectant.

 “Young man, get to the nurse and get patched up. (Y/N) please come follow me to the Headmaster’s office.”

 “What that’s complete bullshit!” Hara found himself yelling loudly. “She has the proof that he was hurting her and she’s still in trouble? Excessive force my fucking ass! He was going to punch her in the face and if she let him get up who knows what he could have done to her!?”

 “Settle down!”

 “No, that’s the stupidest fucking shit I ever heard!”

 “That is enough! I am giving you one last warning. I know your parents may allow you to do whatever you like. I however will not, condition or no condition.”

 Hara was boiling with rage at this point.

 “Fuck you!”

 The administrator looked just as red and angry however his eyes flickered with thought. Sighing heavily, he deflated and waved a dismissive hand at the boy.

 “Sit down and finish your lunch. Come on (L/N).”

 The cafeteria sat dumbstruck at the lavender-haired boy. Anyone who talked to any of the school’s staff like that was sure to be suspended, yet here he was with nothing but a reprimand.

 And you would figure anyone would be happy with that but not Hara. No, he was absolutely trembling with rage. His teeth grit harshly, and his eyes blurred even more with tears that he wasn’t going to let fall. Maybe he was crying because he was angry or maybe he actually just sick of this constant reminder.

 Pounding his fist into the table he stalked off after (Y/N). Without hesitation Yamazaki followed quickly behind his friend.

 “I should really go and make sure they don’t make things worse for (Y/N).” Furuhashi said throwing away his food.

 “You aren’t afraid you’ll get into trouble and they’ll call your parents?”

 “I’ve recently gotten engaged, they are content enough with me at the moment to let a few things slide.”

 “I’m going too. (Y/N) didn’t look right and I never thought she could lash out like that. Best if we gave her some team support. Hanamiya you coming?”

 The pale boy simply sat and continued eating his lunch like nothing ever happened. He shrugged his shoulders.

 “What good would that do? I’m gonna stay here.”

~~~~~

 “So, you see why we have to keep such a close eye on you?”

 (Y/N) nodded her head solemnly. She knew she only put herself in this situation based on her current and past actions. Disagreeing did no good.

 “You better not be expelling her!” Hara’s voice rasped from the other side of the door. “I will shit all over your office!”

 The young girl couldn’t help but snort at the principal’s taken aback expression. Shaking his head he turned back to (Y/N) and gave her a small fatherly smile.

 “That’s an interesting boyfriend you have there.”

 “Kazuya isn’t my boyfriend. He’s just my teammate who cares whether or not I will still be a part of the team tomorrow.”

 “You will be. Regardless of everything, I know you’re a good kid. You have a 4.0 GPA and have even managed to reign in that unruly basketball team with their rough play. Though I do hope they continue to win without it.”

 “W-what? How long have you known about that?”

 “Oh I’ve had my suspicions ever since Hanamiya hurt that Seirin player a few years back. Between you and I, so long as the ref never called them out on their play, I would have allowed it to continue in an effort to keep bringing in those wins.”

 (Y/N) sat awestruck. Things just weren’t adding up. Hanamiya had said outright that the Headmaster was unhappy with the team’s actions and was keeping an eye on them. In fact, it seemed to be the exact opposite.

 “Dear don’t look so concerned. Rough play is simply a part of sports. Take the Detroit Pistons for exa-”

 “You never asked Hanamiya to stop the rough play?”

 “No, I can’t say I’ve spoken to the young man since he asked permission to be coach. Which brings me to the deal I want to make.”

 “A deal?”

 “While I can understand self-defense, even you admitted to using excessive force. Now I can’t let that go without punishment. However, you know as well as I do that those boys on your team are a stubborn lot. They never will agree to this if I asked it of them myself. A local newspaper has asked two Tokyo high school basketball teams to sit for an interview and Kirisaki Daiichi would be one of them.”

 “Why would the newspaper want to interview us?”

 “They are doing a feature on student leadership and wanted to feature two excelling teams led by student coaches.”

 (Y/N)’s minded whirled for just a bit before the lightbulb went off. Her lips parted into a soft o shape as her Headmaster nodded with a smirk.

 “So, then the school we will be interviewing with is…”

~~~~~

 Seirin sat awkwardly on the other side of a huge round table.

 (Y/N) could feel her captain’s stare burning holes in the side of her head. The energy in the room was incredibly tense and the only sounds were breathing and the occasional pop from Hara’s gum.

 “You’re going to run so many suicides for me when we get out of here.” Hanamiya whispered into (Y/N)’s ear, sending a chill down her spine.

 It had truly been a struggle to get all the boys to agree to sit for interview questions and that had been without mentioning the other team that would be.

 Yamazaki had agreed the moment he found out it was to help her while the other guys requested favors in exchange for their presence.

 Furuhashi requested to be lifted from the homework duty he’d gotten thanks to the Valentine’s bet.

 Hanamiya requested that she make him lunch for the rest of the month, no store-bought or chef-prepared bentos allowed.

 Hara’s dumbass jokingly requested a kiss, which he got. Not expecting it, however, he had no time to react and bitched about being “caught off guard” and not getting the opportunity to kiss back.

 Seto merely waved the girl off and said he would save his favor for another time when he could really use it.

 Now the guys were thinking that they had been lowballed. Not only was this the team that killed their chances at the winter cup last year, but they were also the team they had the most tension with.

 To top it off, the interviewer was running late and now they were all stuck there as neither wanted to be the “weak team” that ran away.

 (Y/N) looked at the players on the opposing team. She had seen them during the Rakuzan v. Seirin game but just as she found with Yosen’s ace, it was much different being face to face. Kagami was nothing short of intimidating, with his piercing almost unnatural eyes.

 Their captain was scowling hard in direct contrast to Hanamiya who had this aura of faux innocence surrounding his face. The glasses guy looked about ready to jump across the table and throw hands.

 Kuroko was another story, looking as if he was the one analyzing her team intensely. Several times (Y/N) locked eyes with him and gave him a small smile which he surprisingly returned. Seeing him too, made her wonder how exactly he was this “phantom” or “invisible” man. He had baby blue hair for fucks sakes!

 “Kuroko Tetsuya, I don’t believe we’ve met.” The blue haired boy said extending his hand to the girl, who hadn’t said a single thing the entire time they’ve been sitting here.

 “(Y/N) (L/N), it’s very nice to meet you. I saw your game against Rakuzan and thought it was amazing!”

 This seemed to snap the attention of all the team to her. Before she could reply the dark-haired male, in front of her slipped a paper to her secretively.

 ‘Blink twice if you’re being held against your will.’

 The young girl was caught between a laugh and a scoff, confusing the sharp-eyed male who’d passed her the note. He tilted his head as he tried to examine her face.

 “Okay you blinked like four times, so I’m a little confused.” Izuki said with genuine concern.

 “I’m perfectly content where I am. I have classes with Kazuya, before I knew it one thing lead to another and I was managing the team.”

 Before anyone could even comment on that, she was already noticing the looks on their faces and continuing with her explanation.

 “I am not a naïve person and am very aware of the things they have done. We were able to have a nice clean game against Yosen not too long ago. It would go against everything I believe in to judge someone on only their worst qualities.”

 “I agree.” Kuroko’s calm voice resonated in the room with a strong conviction. “It’s hard to defend someone when only you’ve seen the good in them and everyone else has only seen the bad. I know that too well.”

 “Exactly, spoken like a true protagonist.” (Y/N) said with a wide smile.

 “This guy is way too bland to ever be the protagonist of anything.” Hara chuckled snapping his gum rapid fire.

 “You think so? He talks like one and even has the ‘spot the protagonist’ hair.” (Y/N) leaned across Hanamiya, ready to defend her opinion to the death.

 “We just played a purple giant and there’s split brow red head right in front of us!” Yamazaki replied, clearly siding with Hara.

 “All the generation has weird ass hair.” Seto added acknowledging the obvious.

 “Because if the story was told with their team as the main cast then that Miracle would be the protag. Kuroko is the protag of Seirin because blue hair is way more unnatural than red. Come on guys, it’s really simple.” Furuhashi interjected after picking his side in the debate.

 “Then am I the protag of KiriDaii?” Hara asked, twisting a portion of his bangs between his fingers.

 “Hell no, that’s me!” (Y/N) said with indignation.

 “What why?”

 “Because your hair isn’t natural and I’m the middle of the year transfer student!”

 Seirin didn’t know how to respond to the conversation that had unfolded in front of them. Talk about anime protagonists and hair colour wasn’t something they expected, especially from a team like Kirisaki Daiichi. Clearly (Y/N) had been some sort of catalyst for the group.

 Of course, the boys have always made their public image out to be very presentable. If they ever did attend some sort of event, they usually came across as cold but polite. The stereotypical image of a rich kid who thinks they are better than you but know better than to show it.

 To see them acting like normal teenage guys was almost unsettling. But it made sense…after all, regardless of what they were like on the court, off the court they were just that. Teenage boys.

 Kuroko’s eyes left (Y/N) when he felt a different pair glaring in his direction. Turning, he met with a harsh pair of olive eyes. Hanamiya had gotten up in his face before and the two had definitely had a stare down to the death but this expression was unreadable. Finally, after what looked like an internal debate the older male opened his mouth.

 “Wait, there’s no way that’s actually your natural hair colour.”

 “Well I was born with it, so yeah. All the generation have natural hair.”

 “Shut the fuck up, are you serious? I thought the rainbow scheme was just a gimmick.” Hanamiya asked looking more or less stunned and in disbelief. “What the hell was in the water your moms were drinking?”

 “I don’t know how to answer that.”

 (Y/N) snorted into her hand. She didn’t expect this whole situation to turn out the way it was. If she was being honest she was almost prepared for a fight to break out instantly.

 Still it didn’t go unnoticed to her that one of the Seirin members was neither speaking to his teammates nor ever bothered to look up at her team. And she wasn’t naïve to who this person was. In fact, he was the first face she looked for when she walked into interview room today.

 Extremely tall and one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen in her life, she wished he had an actual smile on his face. Her captain pulled those a lot.

 Hanamiya did it to seem indifferent and strong to others. And the guy at the end of the table was fundamentally not so different, he was trying to put on a strong front and pretend like being there didn’t bother him. But from what she’s heard of him, he did that for others…not himself.

 “Terribly sorry for running so late!” A flustered looking man said nearly out of breath. “Were you waiting long?”

 “Not very, though Kirisaki Daiichi arrived before we did.” Riko said standing to shake hands with the journalist.

 “I will admit it was a bit of a wait, seeing as my team strives to be professional with our time.” Hanamiya said with a bright smile through the subtle snark of implying the older man was in fact unprofessional.

 “Right! My deepest apologies. Now, we can get through the joint questions first and then move onto individual teams. Now Seirin, there have been lots of eyes on your aces and while we are interested as well we figured this would be a great opportunity to get some info of your other members.”

 “Of course!” The short-haired girl nodded.

 “As for Kirisaki Daiichi, for such a high-ranking team in such a prestigious school there haven’t been many interviews conducted with you. And to my knowledge absolutely none since Hanamiya Makoto has taken the team. So, we would very much like to change that today!”

~~~~~

 “I uhh”

 While the tension had completely once been eradicated in the boardroom, the stuttering and aching silence let everyone know it was back with a vengeance.

 “I apologize if that was an inappropriate question to ask given our current audience but I did my research. It would seem the only remaining player from that team is Hanamiya, however he seemed not to be directly involve-”

 “Not directly involved?” Hyuga exclaimed before he had the chance to stop himself.

 The other Seirin team members were trying their hardest to get him to calm down. (Y/N) nervously bit on her nail as she glanced to her captain. He was sitting almost unfazed, staring at Kiyoshi waiting for him to give his answer to the question.

 ‘After your terrible injury in the game against Kirisaki Daiichi, how have you managed to deal with these limitations?’

 “Why don’t you finally admit it!? You had every intention of hurting him and everyone in here knows it!” Hyuga shouted to Hanamiya who finally looked away from the brown-haired male.

 “He’s not wrong.” Hanamiya’s voice came out smoothly, shocking his entire team. “I was just an ordinary player on the team back then, but still…it was me who gave the order to use rough play on him.”

 Even the reporter looked shocked by this admission and simply nodded before scribbling words down on his notes. Turning his attention back to Kiyoshi the reporter urged the male out of his overall shocked state.

 “So, how exactly are you coping? Is there a lot of resentment…anger?”

 “Acceptance. You can’t change what’s happened you can only come to terms with it. I’ve accepted that my peak has come and gone. It was halted early and without me ever even knowing, it passed me by. I’ll never be as good as I could have been, but I’ll keep trying to be the best that I can be now. That’s how I’ve coped with it.”

 “I see. That’s very unfortunate but inspiring that you have continued to push out of a bad situation. And for you Hanamiya, is there any guilt? Was it your intention for it to escalate this way? Any comments?”

 All of KiriDai was watching their captain closely. Way before now all of them had formed their own opinions on the incident with Kiyoshi but it wasn’t their game, none of them played in it so none of them ever bothered voicing their opinion.

 Hanamiya always acted like he couldn’t be bothered to give a shit about anything or anyone but still they wondered if there was something else there. Then again, they figured he would give some bullshit answer to keep a public façade.

 “As you can see Kiyoshi refuses to be broken by me and continues to put himself out there when playing me. Some people call that bravery…I call it reckless. He’s put his own flesh and bones on the line for others, I believe he will come to have resentment but not towards me.”

 (Y/N) tried to read the male’s eyes but found them to be blank.

 “I’ve lost every game I’ve ever played against him. I’ll never get the chance to beat him at his best….and I am unbelievably sorry for that. I take full responsibility for everything that’s happened to him.”

 Kiyoshi was gaping at the male who refused to make eye contact. He heard it in his voice, that was almost an apology. Of course, he knew Hanamiya well enough to know that he would state that in the most selfish and underhanded way possible. He wasn’t smirking or mocking them for believing a lie…he was, for the first time, being genuine.

 “I see…So, Hanamiya Makoto, what inspired you to play basketball?”

 “My father.” Hanamiya replied without missing a beat, once again surprising everyone on both teams.

 “Care to elaborate?”

 “No.”

 “Uhhh okay.” The journalist seemed to be fumbling with his notes, clearly trying to steer the topic away and remove the heavy veil hanging in the air. “Ahh yes Mitobe! There isn’t much information that’s been gathered for you. Would you be open to a few questions?”

 “I don’t think I’ve heard you speak since we got in here. Talk about a man of few words.” (Y/N) smiled at the male who had appeared to be slightly nervous.

 “More like a man of no words. Mitobe is mute!” The cat-mouthed boy stated awkwardly to (Y/N).

 The girl covered her mouth in shock and appeared wide eyed. She wanted to smack herself for even trying to talk. Honestly, she had just been trying to break the tensions between both teams.

 “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to offend!” The black-haired male lifted his hand as if to tell her not to worry about it but of course (Y/N) dug herself even deeper. “Do you want me to run and get you a paper and pen to write your answers down?”

 “That’s okay, I can translate for him.” Koga replied with a smile as he tried to calm the girl down.

 “Okay umm if you need to sit closer or something I can trad-”

 “Oh my god just leave him alone! He’s mute, not invalid!” Hara shouted in a fairly loud and angry voice, startling everyone in the room. “He survived just fine without you, he doesn’t need your help now. So, sit down and quit embarrassing us!”

 “Hey, you shouldn’t talk to your manager like that. She was just trying to help, even if coming off a little strong.” Hyuga spoke up in the girl’s defense.

 “Yeah you were really too harsh with her, Mitobe knows she meant well.” Koga urged, seeing the face of a clearly distressed girl.

 “She’s fine!” Hara asserted only to hear mumbling under the breath of the boy on the far end of the table. “What did you say?”

 Fukuda almost didn’t respond, not really having expected the male to hear him from that distance. Still Hara was coming off as rude and it wasn’t gonna take much urging to him to repeat the comment he gave.

 “I said ‘You must be blind or stupid not to see she’s obviously upset.’”

 It happened so quickly that (Y/N) almost didn’t process what had happened. One second Hara was drawing his fist back at the boy and the next Yamazaki was pulling him out of the room.

 “Okay, I’m calling it guys. We should probably end it here.” Seto said getting ready to stand before (Y/N) slid out of her chair first.

 “No, stay and finish the interview. He probably doesn’t want all of us around him right now.”

 “And you think he’ll be okay with you?” Furuhashi asked with slight concern in his eyes.

 “Doesn’t matter.” (Y/N) said, heading out to find her friends.

 With that the girl bowed respectfully to the other team and journalist before excusing herself. Almost immediately after turning the corner, her perpetually pissed-off looking friend nearly slammed into her.

 “Zaki! Where’s Kazu-chan, what the hell happened?”

 “He’s just sitting on the roof, sulking. Really, he just has some personal stuff he’s going through, and I thought it’d be best to leave him alone.”

 “Nah, I need to talk to him.”

 “(Y/N) wai-”

 The girl was no longer listening as she bolted down the hall and right up the flight of stairs. Her legs were aching as she climbed the steps incredibly fast. Finally seeing the light shining in from the small window, she pushed the door open and squinted her eyes in an effort to adjust to the brightness.

 “What the hell do you want? If I didn’t want Zaki here what makes you think I’d want you either?”

 “God you’re in a bitchy mood today.” (Y/N) commented, finally spotting the male sitting on the opposite end of the roof.

 Walking over to him she sat directly in front of him with crisscrossed legs.

 “Just leave me alone. Why are you always in everyone’s business?”

 “Because you’re my friends.”

 “Friends usually know when to leave someone the hell alone.”

 “Do they? I haven’t had many friends since I came to Japan so I wouldn’t really know. But in everything I’ve ever seen, the friend usually keeps pushing.”

 “Yeah well this isn’t one of your fucking anime okay? All I need is for you to leave me alone and go away.”

 “Kazuya just tell me what’s wrong? Why did you go off on that Seirin guy? Why’d you start yelling at me? I refuse to believe those were just bad attitude actions, so what gives?”

 “I’ve had a bad week okay?”

 “Well why?”

 “Oh my god it’s just one question after another with you!”

 “Yes! Because I want to know what’s happening with you. Maybe I can help!”

 “You can’t! “

 “How do you know that!?”

 “Because I know me better than you! Not everything has an answer and not everything can be fixed! Stop trying to fix me!”

 “I’m just trying really hard to understand you.”

 “Fine! You want to try and understand?!”

 (Y/N) flinched as he got up in her face and turned her head away from him screwing up her eyes. She didn’t think he’d hit her but it was her natural reaction to cower away. Hara suddenly had his thumb and forefinger on her cheeks, gripping her face slightly to turn her.

 “Look at me.”

 The young girl allowed him to face her towards him and was instantly surprised to see him looking at her eye to eye. He’d pushed his bangs off to the side and was staring at her intensely.

 Maybe she didn’t know the words…but she knew right away something was different.

 “Your eyes…”

 “Are creepy?” Hara scoffed still holding onto the girl’s face.

 “Suit you.”

 The girl honestly meant that. His eyes were a pretty hazel colour with the black part of his pupils extending way too far down to look natural. Both seemed to split the coloured portion of his eye from the middle to the bottom. It made him look almost feline in appearance.

 “What’s up with it?”

 “It’s called coloboma.”

 “Huh it makes you look like a demon or like a pissed off cat. That kind of fits your personality don’t you think?” (Y/N) smiled only for Hara to finally release her and sigh as he sat back. She thought about what Fukuda had said and as if all the pieces were clicking together, she cocked her head at him. “But that’s just cosmetic, if you went off on that guy back there…. Hara can you see?”

 “Shittily but yes…for now. Something called a comorbidity or whatever the hell. One of my brothers has the keyhole eyes like me but I was just even more unlucky. I was four when I realized my eyesight was shit at night.”

 (Y/N) could see Hara staring off to the side and knew he was about to let out everything and anything he had ever kept secret.

 “So, they tested it and turns out that was just the beginning. Choroideremia, which basically just means my eyesight is going to gradually get worse and worse until I just can’t see at all. Completely, totally blind and there isn’t a damn thing anyone can do to stop it.”

 There was a hard silence cloaking the two. It was even heavier than the one they had just experienced in the room with both teams. Hara was ready to just get up and leave, he didn’t regret telling her…with that outburst she would piece it together eventually.

 His whole team probably would, when the only person who had known was Zaki. He knew it was foolish to think he could keep it from them for so long. His team would think he was a worthless player and he would gladly take that. But he knew (Y/N) would pity him and that was going to set him right back off.

 “Yeah well I’m sorry to hear that but don’t think telling me that is gonna excuse you for being a dick.”

 Hara’s eyes widened and his head snapped towards her like he couldn’t believe his ears. The girl was pouting and with arms crossed looked pissed off.

 “What?”

 “Like I said, I get that you’ve been going through a lot, but you were seriously about to fight a guy. He doesn’t know your life, cut him a break. And don’t ever fucking yell at me like that in public again! I’m your friend and manager, not a damn kid!”

 “Is that seriously what you’re worried about right now?”

 “Uhh yeah! You embarrassed the hell out of me! I think you owe me and everyone in there an apology!”

 Hara blinked very slowly at the girl. Everyone who had ever found out about it pitied him. They treated him like some sort of feeble infant. Even Yamazaki had to outgrow that habit.

 It would seem that, it didn’t matter the situation, (Y/N) was never going to react the way he thought she was. Whether it was her reactions to an arranged marriage or to a disability, she was never overly soft with people. Some people would even call that apathetic or kinda bitchy.

 “That’s it? That’s all you have to say to me right now?”

 (Y/N) sighed heavily and let her angry face fall into one of concern.

 “It’s not that I don’t care about you, Kazuya or what’s happening. But it honestly changes nothing between us. You don’t get a free pass to do whatever the hell you like just because you have shitty eyesight. I’ve known you not even a full year. You managed to survive without me and I’m sure you’ll continue to do the same. I’m not saying I won’t make a mistake ever or that I won’t worry about you from time to time but you’re still the same person with or without your problems.”

 “And when the day comes that I can’t see at all?”

 “Then you’ll deal with it as it comes. We’ll get you a basketball that beeps or some shit. Look I don’t know much about blindness but millions all over the world deal with it and when it happens, I’m sure you will too.”

 “Huh…you know you’re the only person whose ever reacted that way. I guess now I must just seem like a fucking moron that threw a tantrum huh?”

 “Hell yeah, a big ass temper tantrum! Honestly one more outburst like that from you and I’m gonna have to put you in a time out corner or something.”

 Hara laughed before looking up at her again. Under his bangs he could always see that she had a very cute shape to her body but with his eyes out for the world to see…he was really looking at her for the first time. From the face, she was plainer than he’d been able to see previously. But still he found himself drawn to her.

 Crawling over to her again, his face was only inches away from hers. She was staring directly into his eyes in a way none of the other girls he’s ever been with has. She wasn’t staring AT his eyes she was looking into them. She was seeing him, looking at HIM.

 His hand was gently caressing her face and he noticed her own eyes gently flicker to his lips. His smirk grew before he drew even closer and whispered,

 “And how many tantrums do I have to throw before I get a spanking?”

 The girl clicked her tongue before pushing him away.

 “I’ll have Furu give you one now! He’s the sadist of the group, I’m sure all you have to do is ask!”

 “Fuck that shit! I want a spanking from a cute girl not a flogging from my sicko teammate.”

 “So, I’m a cute girl huh?”

 “Yeah you are.” Hara admitted without missing a beat, surprising (Y/N) who had expected him to give his typical sarcastic ass comment.

 “Ha funny, come on we should head back to the guys!”

 “Awe don’t leave yet! I figured we could have some fun up here for a bit, after all I did just reveal to you my tragic backstory!”

 “Yeah whatever!”

 “Don’t even pretend! You were really into me for a second there!”

 “Maybe in your dreams.”

 “Come on, I’ll make you feel really good.”

 “Don’t say things like that so nonchalantly!”

 “So, is that a yes?”

~~~~~

 “Why the fuck did you two take so long!?” Hanamiya shouted out at the two as they made their way down the final stair.

 “Yeah we were kinda worried.” Yamazaki said looking between his two friends.

 “Worried my ass! I just wanna get home but I can’t because (Y/N) has my damn train pass.” Hanamiya mumbled sounding just as grumpy as he’d been earlier with Seirin.

 “Honestly though, is everything okay with you guys?” Seto asked (Y/N) more so than Hara.

 “Yeah Kazu-chan had a bitch fit but he’s cooled off now. Maybe he is the protagonist considering how much he openly cries and causes drama.”

 “Shut up.” Hara laughed, pushing the girl playfully.

 The guys all narrowed their eyes at the two. They could see the clear shift, half as those who have experienced it first hand with (Y/N) and the other half as having witnessed it from their other teammates.

 He was falling for her.

 “Well now that that matter is solved, I think you owe us more than was offered.” Furuhashi broke the silence, placing his hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder.

 “Yeah I know.” The girl deflated, not wanting to be reminded of the deception she used to get her team there today. “How about I treat us all to ramen? I just got paid and I think I can spare to feed my team.”

 “Hmm you have a job?” Seto asked raising a brow at the girl.

 “Yeah, of course! I told you I like to earn my things and not just leech off someone. So, are we getting food or not!”

 “Fine, let’s go.” Hanamiya said, all but dragging the girl along out the door.

 Standing at the back of the group, a certain two males stayed behind Hara was staring out after his team and Yamazaki was staring at him. When the rest were finally out of earshot he spoke up.

 “She knows, doesn’t she?”

 “Yeah.”

 “And you willing told her?”

 “Yup.”

 “Why?”

 “I guess after seeing how she handled Furuhashi’s situation, I was hoping she would surprise me too. Tell me something I wasn’t expecting to hear, and she didn’t disappoint.”

 “…You know Furu’s got it bad for her too, right? That he’s just too stoic to show it more than he already does?”

 “Yeah, I’m not stupid.”

 “And I’ve told you how I feel.” Yamazaki sighed as Hara looked at him almost sullenly. “You’re still not gonna give her up easily, are you?”

 “You know I can’t.”

~~~~~

 “Who the fuck wrote that!” Hara yelled accusingly at the now frightened students in class.

 (Y/N) stared at the words on her desk, owlishly. The classroom had grown so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The teacher hadn’t arrived yet and Hara was sure to cause hell when he found out who was responsible for this bullshit.

 “Well!? I’ll look through everyone’s shit to find a pink marker! And when I find it, the person I found it with bet-”

 “Haha how pathetic!” (Y/N)’s voice chirped out, laughing genuinely. Hara turned to her in surprise and watched as she licked her middle finger and swiped it over the desk smudging the ink.

 While her voice and demeanor oozed confidence, Hara could clearly see a hurt look in her eyes as the words ‘Yariman’ and ‘Slut’ smeared across her desk.

 “What kind of weak shit is this? If you’re gonna vandalize a desk, don’t be a fucking pussy and use a marker! Carve it in there to get your point across! Oh man, Kazuya, I’m gonna go grab a wet napkin to wipe this crap off.”

 Hara watched as the girl took off down the hall, avoiding the gaze of everyone in class. He knew exactly who it was that went and wrote that on the girl’s desk.

 It was growing more and more out of hand. Something told him there was more going on than just a jealousy for Yamazaki. (Y/N) said they’d had issues from before.

 Whatever happened in middle school was finally exploding all around her.

 And now that he thought about it, how much did any of them really know about (Y/N)?

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My Harem is Entirely Bad Boy Types (Kirisaki Daiichi x Reader) Pt. 5

Chapter 5: Is This Seriously Her Type?!

 “Would you stop already?” Hanamiya breathed out in a huff as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

 “What the hell? Stop what?” (Y/N) asked throwing her hands up in the air.

 “Stop flaunting yourself around like that! Yosen’s team is going to be here and I don’t need them all over you.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms under her chest and turned away stubbornly.

 “Like hell am I gonna let you tell me what to wear! Besides you told me I need to wear the Kiridai colours during matches but yet didn’t want me in one of your jerseys so what was I supposed to do?”

 “Probably not go out and get a cheerleading outfit.” Hara said looking her up and down for the 100th time already,

 “It’s not a cheerleader outfit! It’s a jersey that actually fits me and a matching skirt! Which reminds me, I got this made too!” (Y/N) unhooked Mako from her back and taking him out of his sling the team saw his own little uniform. It was impractical but surprisingly cute of her.

 “When the hell is that stupid project of yours over? It doesn’t really make much sense, Japan has one of the lowest rates of teen pregnancy.” Seto rambled on as he worked on his handles.

 “Once the new school year starts in April.”

 “Ugh don’t even talk about it! She gets weirdly emotional when you mention it!” Hara exclaimed, taking a break from practicing lay-ups.

 “We’ve had him for so long! How could you not have gotten attached?!”

 While those two bickered like an old married couple Hanamiya’s ears perked up at the sound of arguing right outside the gym doors.

 “She’s never going to love you like I did!”

 “Good! I don’t want anyone to love me like you! Because you only love me when it’s convenient for you! You only love me when I’ve stopped loving you back! I’m done running in circles with you, Mei!”

 “You don’t even know her! You think because of that team you play with that you know real manipulation, you think you got her right where you want her but it’s the other way around! And I will prove it to you!”

 That last sentence was high and loud enough to carry across the gym into the three previously unaware sets of ears.

 Before they could react, Yamazaki came stomping into the gym, slamming the door behind him.

 “Fucking bitch!” He called out in frustration before loosening his tie, tossing his school jacket to the side and marching into the locker room to change.

 “Is Yamazaki okay?” (Y/N) asked, suddenly very concerned.

 “Yeah, it’s just his psycho bitch of an ex.” Hanamiya commented with a sigh, not prepared to deal with the fuckery he knew that girl would cause.

 “Was she that bad?”

 “She was the worst.” Hara said lowkey adjusting the uniform on his baby. “I’ve known Zaki since elementary school, he’d never been a push ever. But during our first year at KiriDai, he started dating Mei and he would just let her walk all over him. It was honestly pathetic. When Caps started looking seriously into forming a good team I thought being in basketball would be pretty cool so I invited Zaki to try out with me. Figured it would give him some independence from her.”

 “And that one stupid decision nearly got both your asses kicked off the team.” Seto reminded, feeling a headache come on from the sheer memory.

 “Everyday we’d have to hear her either fawning over him or on us for working him too hard. We had to make a rule of nobody off team being allowed in the gym during practice without prior approval.” Hanamiya said aiming to take a shot before looking into (Y/N)’s eyes deeply. “In fact, you were the first one to break that rule.”

 (Y/N) blinked at her captain’s words. When she first showed up months ago she wasn’t entirely sure why Hara was so against her being seen by Hanamiya. She unknowingly, could have landed him in some trouble with his team.

 What was most present in her mind right now was the sheer fact of how easy it was to join. Any issues she’d had were with her boyfriend, not the guys and surprisingly not Hanamiya. Sure, he’d pulled his bullshit on her but only for a moment before he came to invite her to be a part of his team. Knowing what she knew now on top of everything else, there’s no way it should have been so simple.

 “She would break up with him as a manipulation thing, which is no doubt why you caught his attention to quickly. He can relate.” Hara said scoring a three-point shot. “The last time they broke up she said she wanted to find someone better. I guess she didn’t and now she’s angry that he might have.”

 “Might have what?”

 “Found someone better.”

 “…What, you don’t mean me, do you?”

 “Believe it or not but Zaki has been after you for months.”

 “Yeah I know. I just don’t necessarily see myself as ‘someone better’.”

 “Wait wait wait, you know?” Seto asked with a surprised look on his face.

 “Of course, I do! What, you think I’m some kind of oblivious idiot?”

 “Then you know why she threw her milk on you that one time right?”

 “…That was her?”

 “Yup and clearly she sees you as the thing that’s keeping Yamazaki from taking her back. Whatever you had going on with her in middle school is only ten times worse now.” Hanamiya said checking the time on the gym clock.

 “Maybe if you finally moved on and started dating someone else you would prove to her you were no threat.” Hara said coming up behind her placing a large hand on her hip, the other playing with the hem of her skirt. “Or we can pretend? Have some fun?”

 (Y/N) paid him no mind, even ignoring his touch creeping to inch up her skirt. She appeared deep in thought for a moment only to finally give her signature bright smile.

 “You’re right! I should try to start dating again! Actually dating, not whatever is going through your little perverted mind.” (Y/N) teased, smirking to herself as Hara finally took her silence as an okay and finally ran his hand up her thigh.

 “You and these goddamn shorts!” He said watching the girl jump as an audible slap of his hand against her thigh echoed through the gym.

 “Seriously? Hara stop harassing the poor girl.” Hanamiya sighed rubbing at his temples.

 “Should we come back at another time?” A rather tall Chinese guy said taking in the image of Hara with his hands practically all the way up (Y/N)’s backside.

 (Y/N) noticed the male’s Yosen jacket right away and suddenly remembered something very important. Slapping Hara’s hands away with a red face, the girl walked up to Hanamiya with a concerned look on her face.

 “Captain, Furuhashi never showed up.”

 Glancing at his phone, Hanamiya looked concerned for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.

 “We’ll deal with him later, besides it’s just a scrimmage. We’re gonna go ahead and let the second string play this one.”

 Out of the corner of her eye (Y/N) saw the rest of Yosen’s team come striding in. Instantly her eyes practically sparkled at the sight before her.

 “Sorry, but our coach wanted me to let you know she would be unable to make it today.” A black-haired boy with a beauty mark under his eye, said with a polite smile.

 “Hello, handsome.” (Y/N) mumbled under her breath, straightening out her hair and skirt before walking in an almost trance-like state towards the team.

 The members of Yosen groaned at yet another fangirl falling head over heels for Himuro. It happened all the time but it didn’t mean they were any less annoyed by it at this point.

 Himuro felt a small hand touch his shoulder gently and was prepared to give a polite decline only to be surprised at the force of her moving him out of the way.

 “Excuse me.”

 Both teams’ members had their jaws drop as she walked practically through Himuro to get to none other than Okamura. The gorilla of a man stood there with a frozen confused face.

 (Y/N) smiled at him sweetly before tugging on the bottom of his jacket.

 “Your legs must be so tired.” She commented sweetly fidgeting with his jacket zipper.

“Umm why would they be?”

 “Because you’ve been running through my mind all day!”

 “W-what!?”

 “I’ll be your Yamato if you’ll be my Takeo and we can make this OUR Love Story!” (Y/N) said suddenly wrapping her arms around the tall male’s waist. His face grew insanely red and his entire body began to tremble.

 “Now that’s just mean!” Fukui laughed as he saw the disbelief and almost hopeful look in his captain’s eyes. “We’d heard that KiriDai had a girl on their team and we figured she’d have to be a bit of a bitch. But come on, you didn’t have to bust out this manipulation on the poor guy. He’s not really even captain anymore.”

 “She’s not a bitch just an idiot otaku. (Y/N), get off the guy!” Hanamiya tried to call off the lovestruck girl, shooting Hara a glare for ever suggesting the girl try dating.

 “No, no she’s fine!” Okamura called out immediately placing his large hands gently on her shoulders. “So uhh your name’s (Y/N)? That’s really beautiful.”

 “Hmmm? Why is that girl squeezing Okamura?” A lazy childish voice came into the gym.

 (Y/N) turned her attention away from the apple of her eye only for her jaw to drop. Sure, she’d more or less known of each member of the generation and while she had seen most of them play a game, having this one so close was a whole different ballgame.

 “I don’t know what you guys are feeding him, but he is too damn big!”

 She had since let go of Okamura and was staring at Murasakibara in awe. He was annoyed pretty quickly at both her intense staring and the freakshow treatment he was receiving.

 “Alright, enough harassing the opposite team.” Hara said attempting to drag his friend back to the bleachers.

 Now focusing on the actual basketball players, one thing caught their entire team’s attention. And that was a small child being held delicately in the lilac male’s hands.

 “One of you has a kid? I guess that’s not surprising for the personality type but isn’t this like a prestigious school or something?” Fukui asked trying to get a better peek at the infant.

 “Would it perhaps be why the team suddenly added a female manager?” Liu pondered aloud.

 “I, for one, believe I would make a great stepdad! We wouldn’t even have to tell anyone I wasn’t the father!” Okamura said quickly which earned an almost pained expression from (Y/N). That look quickly vanished and with a sigh she gave a genuine looking smile.

 “Mako is a project of mine. He’s a doll! So, maybe not a stepfather…but you can definitely be my daddy-”

 “Ugh that guy can’t seriously be your type, can he?” Seto interrupted with a look of disbelief on his face.

 “Be nice!” (Y/N) scolded with a pout.

 “Besides, should you of all people be judging someone by their looks?” Yamazaki retorted finally emerging from the locker room, looking like he’d blown off all the steam he needed.

“Ouch, Zaki what’s the damage?” Hara asked casually slinging an arm over (Y/N)’s shoulder, not so casually asserting his dominance over the opposing team.

 “It’s just been a bad day, are we gonna play or what?”

 “Or what, it would seem. Furu isn’t here and none of us can get to him so we’re going to let the first year’s play. Matsumoto, you lead them okay?” Hanamiya called out to a group of rather surprised looking boys.

 “We definitely don’t need to be adding in our aces either.” Himuro said thinking more to himself than speaking to anyone. “I suppose we will throw in a few of our first years to play.

 “Can I still have the food you brought for the team?” Yamazaki asked (Y/N), already rifling through her bag.

 “Swear, I’m just a mobile food pantry for you guys. Fine, I suppose my children can come get their after-school snacks.” (Y/N) mocked, taking the bag away from her friend and pushing past the healthy sports food for the junk food she had hidden all the way to the bottom.

 As she handed them out to both her first- and second-string team, she was suddenly aware of a looming presence hovering over her shoulder. Turning around she came face to torso with none other than Yosen’s ace.

 He wasn’t saying much of anything just sort of hanging around her awkwardly. One arm hung limply at his side and the other was balancing a horde of his own snacks. His stare was more yearning than it was expectant and (Y/N) smiled to herself a bit.

 Aomine never really talked much about his Teiko team except to talk shit. So, if there was anything she knew about Murasakibara it was that he was childish, none too bright, and loved nothing more than to eat.

 Reaching deeply into the bag she produced a bag of limited edition flavoured chips and handed them off to him. He seemed genuinely surprised and almost didn’t even lift a hand to grab them at first, sure she would tug them out of his grasp as soon as he tried.

 She jiggled the bag at him almost like an owner calling a cat for supper. And just like a feline, the tall male pounced at his opportunity for more snacks.

 Flipping the bag over and over in his hands he was relieved to see they were normal junkfood chips and not the healthy crap his team tried getting him to eat before the game. He didn’t care what they said, baked chips were NOT the same as normal fried ones. The girl smiled at him and was about to turn away before he grabbed her wrist.

 “Who sent you?” He asked in a serious tone, causing (Y/N) to look on in confusion. “Was it God? Did God send you with snacks?”

 “Alright Atsushi-kun, let’s go sit on our side of the bleachers.” Himuro urged the tall male along murmuring apologies to the bewildered girl.

 “Muro-chin who is she?”

 “She’s Kirisaki Daiichi’s manager. Now eat your chips.”

 “I want a manager.” The male stated before popping open his bag.

 “Wow there’s actually chips in the bag! I thought she’d have filled it with spiders or something!” Fukui exclaimed watching his tall teammate lift one to his mouth.

 “These are the best chips I’ve ever eaten in my entire life.”

 “I want to try one!” The ash-blonde exclaimed ready to grab one, only to have the bag suddenly held feet over his head.

 “Touch them and you’ll lose a finger.”

~~~~~

 “This turned out to be a fairly interesting game.” Himuro panted as he spoke to Hanamiya who simply nodded in response.

 As it turned out KiriDai’s second string had gotten much better and were not only holding their own but actually winning against Yosen. Of course, as this continued Yosen started subbing in some of their first string players and KiriDai followed suit.

 All having been somewhat surprised when Hanamiya instructed them not to bother wasting their energy with foul play. Still they could follow orders and the game had been surprisingly clean, save for some vulgar language from KiriDai.

 “Alright everyone, body checks! Do we have any cuts and bruises? Broken limbs? Internal bleeding?” Fukui called out to everyone who played the game which only earned him a few death glares from the opposing team. “Oh come on! You guys are known for that kind of thing. I’m surprised we were able to play a normal game.”

 “Yeah well we didn’t need any tricks to beat you.” Hara said chugging a water bottle.

 “Only by one point and we had a few players unavailable.” Liu motioned towards Okamura who had all his attention focused on (Y/N) giving him attention.

 Murasakibara was on the other side of the girl, pouting. He’d taken it pretty hard that Hanamiya wasn’t willing to “give him” (Y/N) to take back to Yosen with him.

 “Good game.” Himuro complimented the team again. “I look forward to playing an actual game with you really soon. Come on Atsushi. Okamura, we need to head back.

 “Ne Muro-chin ask the one with the eyebrows again.” Murasakibara said pushing Himuro towards the team coach, ignoring the look of wrath on Hanamiya’s face.

 “(Y/N) doesn’t belong to him. We can’t just force her to come to Yosen. When we get back, we’ll look into getting a manager okay?”

 “I don’t want any manager, I want this one. She gets me!”

 (Y/N) laughed as they dragged the tall male out of the gym before turning back to Okamura. Smiling at him she held out her hand and he looked at it questioningly.

 “Give me your phone and I can give you my number! Call me once you get back to Akita. I would really like to go out with you sometime. Maybe I can make my way out there.”

 “W-what? You mean you still want to talk to me after today?” Okamura asked genuinely surprised, he figured she was more or less just jerking him around for fun and was sadly fine with that.

 “Of course!” The girl smiled widely not missing the scowling and disgusted faces of some of her teammates. She waved at the tall man as he followed his team out of the gym.

 “Hey girl, I told you to start dating someone not just anyone!” Hara said slinging his arm around her waist, fingers tapping along her ribcage under her breast.

 “Hey hands to yourself! He was cute! I’m glad you guys didn’t decide to maim him for a simple scrimmage.”

 “That was a bit strange of you, captain.” Matsumoto commented, secretly grateful he could play a normal game. “Why though?”

 Hanamiya shrugged and wiped his brow. He looked to be debating something over in his head before sighing heavily.

 “The Headmaster may or may not be watching our team a little more closely. Honestly, you can only give so many injuries before people start asking questions.”

 The team grew gravely quiet. It’d been something they had anticipated for a long time but never thought would actually happen. Sure, for now they were just being kept under watch, but it let them know that one more incident would most likely lead to a disband. And they didn’t know how to handle that information, they were a team built upon those dirty antics.

 “It’s no big deal, we can do spider-web without the rough play. Emotional and mental manipulation works just as well.” Hanamiya said trying to get his team’s nerves back down.

 (Y/N) rolled her eyes at that but did look slightly concerned at the realization that the team was being looked at under a microscope. She’d honestly wondered why she hadn’t had to call her team out on any foul play this game.

 “He mentioned it to me before today’s scrimmage. I was waiting until Furuhashi got here but god only knows where the hell he is.”

 “I think he powered his phone off. I haven’t heard from him all weekend, I don’t even think he came to school today.” Yamazaki stated after having tried dialing him for the fifth time.

 “Is he okay?” (Y/N) asked in concern.

 “He’s fine, probably just got roped into something with his parents. I swear his mom still picks his clothes out for him.” Hara mocked with a small laugh.

 “Ahh shit! I forgot I needed to pick up a new outfit for that stupid black-tie interhigh formal. Now that we’re being watched, I guess we have to go.” (Y/N) said slapping her forehead and suddenly shooting off a quick text.

 “Holl up!” Hanamiya placed his palm over her phone and lowered it to look directly in the girl’s eyes. “What the actual hell are you talking about with a formal?”

 “Each year the wealthier schools hold an interhigh formal for their athletes. Apparently Kirisaki Daiichi’s basketball team has been invited every year but never attended. The golf and swim team usually make it out there, though.”

 “I’ve literally never heard of that in my life.” Seto mumbled running a hand through his hair.

 “Probably in the big stacks of paperwork we would throw out.” Hanamiya sighed closing his eyes in annoyance. Times like this reminded him of exactly why they had needed a manager to begin with. “But if we never go why the hell should we this year?”

 “Well because now the Headmaster is watching us. If we make an appearance as a respectable team and exchange a few niceties, I’m sure it can at least in some points in our favour.”

 Hanamiya closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose before pressing his hands together. Opening his eyes quickly with an exhale he pointed his hands at the girl firmly.

 “No.”

 “What do you mean no?”

 “I mean there’s no way in hell we’re going to that.”

 “(Y/N)’s not wrong though.” Hara spoke up, looking as if he had actually been thinking everything through. “What’s it going to kill us to sit in a room full of people and pretend we’re normal? You gotta force that shit every day in class, what’s a couple more hours?”

 “I agree with (Y/N) on this one.” Yamazaki nodded in response.

 “You agree with her on everything! Look if you guys wanna go be with a bunch of silver-spoon cocky sons of bitches then be my guest. But tell them your captain can’t make it.” Hanamiya spat out quickly with a tone of finality.

 “That’s fine.” (Y/N)’s concerned face suddenly melted into one of understanding. “It’s not your thing and none of us are gonna force you to go. We can totally go and rep our KiriDai pride without you! On that note, do any of you boys wanna accompany me to the mall?”

 “Why the mall? It’s supposed to be a formal event, you should get your dress from a fancy boutique or something.” Hanamiya commented receiving raised eyebrows from the guys. “If she’s going to be ‘repping’ MY team she better not go looking like shit!”

 “The mall’s cheaper! So, anyone wanna go?”

 “I’m too tired, sorry.” Seto said stifling a yawn.

 “Awww I want to go but my older brother came down from uni and we’re going to dinner!” Yamazaki whined at having to miss an opportunity alone with (Y/N).

 “I don’t go to the mall.” Hanamiya grumbled. “It’s too noisy and crowded.”

 “And since we won today, I have a celebratory session with someone.” Hara said clicking away on his phone.

 “Slut.” Yamazaki teased with a grin.

 “Hot girl?” (Y/N) asked scurrying next to him to try and peek a glance on his phone.

 “All my girls are hot.” Hara responded cockily showing the girl his many attractive Instagram followers. This of course, earning a groan from the guys and he was sure a eyeroll or disgusted noise from (Y/N). To his surprise she held her hand up for a high-five which he gave unsurely.

 “Hell yeah!”

 “That’s not the reaction most people, let alone girls, have to hearing about Hara’s habits.” Seto responded with an amused grin.

 “Well I mean is it consensual?”

 “Of course!”

 “Do they enjoy it?”

 “I’m not one to disappoint.”

 “Are they okay with it being a benefits only thing?”

 “They all vaguely know about each other and are chill about it.”

 “Then he’s ticked all the boxes! Let the boy have his fun!” (Y/N) said scrolling through his friendlist with interest.

 “You’re so fucking weird!” Hara said with a large grin, placing his palm on the girl’s head and messing her hair around.

 The lavender-haired male was beginning to admit something to himself. He’d been less than happy when (Y/N) joined the basketball team and even months later she was just some hot body attached to an annoying nag. But he has to say, he’d found himself growing rather fond of her…she was a cool girl.

 “Oh my phone’s ringing!” (Y/N) said, pulling away from Hara’s affectionate gesture. “Maybe it’s Okamura! Oh…” The girl’s face grew serious as she answered. “Hey Furu! Where were you? The game with Yosen already ended and we’d been trying to call and- Wait what? Furu you need to speak up I didn’t catch tha…You’re what?”

 The team placed all their attention on (Y/N) as she looked at them with concern.

~~~~~

 Furuhashi sat bouncing his leg in the middle of the ramen shop waiting for his teammates to show up. He pushed aside the second bowl of ramen he’d gone through.

 Apparently, he was a nervous eater. He’d never known as, before this day, he’d never been this nervous. His motto had always been to go with the flow, but this situation was never something he was prepared for.

 “Furu!” (Y/N) called out as she raced into the ramen shop and slid into the booth across from him.

 The young man looked at her with his usual blank eyes before looking away and signaling for he waitress to bring him another bowl.

 “Where are the guys?”

 “They’re coming in. We all walked together but at some point, before I even knew it, I was running.”

 He huffed a small chuckle out his nose before giving her a barely-there smile.

 “Don’t do that to me right now, don’t be nice to me or I may just never go back.”

 “Furu, what happened?” Hara spoke up as he and the guys made their way inside and sat in the booth as well.

 “I’m getting married.” The male said as nonchalantly as if he was talking about school assignments.

 “What?” The rest team burst out.

  “Her name is Yui and she lives in Osaka. We both have parental permission so we will be married shortly after graduation.” The male deadpanned taking a sip of water.

 “That’s only a year away!” (Y/N) exclaimed fiddling her hands back and forth.

 “Wait now, slow down. You’ve talked to me about this before.” Seto said putting a hand up trying to process all the information at once. “I thought your mother was going to let you decide.”

 “My stepfather is ill. He likely won’t make it another five years and that would leave me in charge. I had a month to choose from seven options and I never got around to it. Yui’s parents proposed the arrangement and since I was well past the deadline, my parents took up the offer. I can decline of course but then I give up my inheritance and family name.”

 “Why the hell wouldn’t you choose then!? At least that way you would have some say over this big important part of your life!” Yamazaki frantically called out, clearly distressed for his teammate.

 “Because he naively thought that holding it off long enough would make his mother drop the whole thing.” Hanamiya answered for him, trying not to look too invested in the situation.

 “Hanamiya!” (Y/N) scolded, clearly not happy with the guys putting any blame on the victim at hand.

 “No, he’s right. I had this false hope that she would give up on the idea and allow me to take over the company as I am. I figured that because she’d been married for love once she might understand.”

 “Yeah but that was what? One out of four?” Hara asked wondering how his level-headed friend could have completely misjudged his own mother.

 “Do you actually care about marrying for love?”

 All the guys turned to (Y/N) with raised brows and faces quite taken aback. While her voice was still nurturing and understanding, that question wasn’t expected.

 “Isn’t that what everyone wants?”

 “No, it’s what everyone has been told they should want. Some people want stability, and some want to fulfill obligations. Love is nice but not everyone needs it. Do you even care about not loving her or is there something else here?”

 Furuhashi felt his heart in the back of his throat. How a girl who barely knew him could read him was almost uncomfortable. He’d always been taught to mask his emotions, that anything less than a poker face was weakness but to (Y/N) he might as well be an open book.

 “You don’t seem to be the type in favour of arranged marriage.” He remarked to (Y/N) who quipped back instantly.

 “And you don’t seem to be the type that’s waiting on your true love. Is something wrong with this girl in particular?”

 “Is she like basketball?” Seto asked, confusing the whole table. Clearly Furuhashi understood as he averted his eyes. “You told me there was no particular reason you ended up in basketball. You just knew you were going to join something your mother didn’t know about, and this happened to be it. You don’t actually care about who she is, loving her or not. You’re saying no just because your mother said yes.”

 (Y/N) sat there taking in the information. Furu was rebelling. That’s why he didn’t choose from his several options and that’s why he was so against this mystery girl from Osaka. It wasn’t about who she was, it was about his family making the decision for him.

 “I got to know her this weekend. She’s levelheaded and nonconfrontational. I was supposed to accompany her back to Osaka tonight and head back to Tokyo Thursday morning, but I told her I had a prior engagement. She was completely understanding and agreed not to mention it to my parents.”

 “Do you have a picture of her?” Hara asked, honestly curious about Yui.

 Furuhashi opened his phone and scrolled around Instagram for a bit before stopping on an image of a smiling girl in a school uniform. He pointed to the left most girl and watched his phone be passed around.

 Each of them took their turn looking at the image. (Y/N) almost found herself smiling at the picture. The girl was cute with heavy blunt bangs cutting across her forehead and a sharp bob framing her rounded face. Her eyes were large and sparkling with a smile reflecting brighter than the one on her lips.

 “What the hell? She sounds perfectly normal and she’s at least a solid 7.5!” Hara exclaimed holding the phone close to his face.

 “I know. My mother surprisingly found an overall perfect match for me. She’s none of the things I was afraid of when I accepted a long time ago that this was the way things would be. Above all else the union would be an amazing move for our company.”

 “Then what exactly is the problem?” Hanamiya asked raising a thick brow at his teammate.

 “I was so sure my mother and stepfather would pick someone horrible. Someone way too old or way too young. A girl who was hideous inside and out. A complete bitch would have been perfect. Because then it would have been easy.”

 “What would have been easy?” (Y/N) asked, really trying to understand what Furuhashi was feeling.

 “Telling my mother no. I’ve always done exactly what she asked of me and this was supposed to be the first time I actually stood my ground and didn’t allow her to make these terrible choices for me. Only now the problem is that its not terrible. If I tell her no now, I’m not standing my ground, I’m just being a brat.”

 So, there it all was. Furuhashi had held out for hope that this would be his one opportunity to make a choice for himself and not let his mother decide something so big for him. He’d been hoping he could put his foot down on a bad choice, but it didn’t work out that way. Yui was the perfect fit for him, there was nothing to complain about but that wasn’t the point.

 “What are you going to do for now? Your parents expect you to be in Osaka for the next few days.” Hanamiya asked reminding his friend of the whole he’d dug himself into.

 “I don’t k-”

 “He can stay with me.” (Y/N) said quickly and firmly, once again taking everyone at the table aback.

 “You’re a girl, that’s not appropriate for me to-”

 “I don’t care. I have the guest house entirely to myself and the spare bedroom in it isn’t used. You said it once before, your mother doesn’t know me. I’m something that’s only yours, let me be your friend and help you out.”

 Furuhashi almost rejected her offer again. Who was her family exactly? Would they not be angry? If anyone found out would it hurt his reputation or hers? But if she was willing to take that risk…

 “Okay.”

~~~~~

 “I didn’t think we were gonna make a pitstop first.” Furuhashi said with the first true smile he’d had on his face all weekend.

 “Well as much as I wanted to help, I really needed to get this done too.” (Y/N) said adjusting the straps on a floor length black gown. “You should look for what you’re going to wear too.”

 “Do I really have to go to that thing?”

 “No, but I’d like for you to. Hanamiya isn’t and I don’t want to go alone, so I was really hoping all you guys would try.”

 “Why do you like spending time with all of us?” Furuhashi asked resting his chin in his palm. “Someone like you should never be able to mesh with guys like us so well. How do you do it?”

 (Y/N) didn’t seem at all surprised by his question and instead seemed deep in thought.

 “Because guys like you are never all bad. And great guys are never all good. Take my ex for example, people who don’t know him would probably say he’s nothing short of an angel.”

 This earned a deep scoff from the male and a grin from (Y/N).

 “And that’s my point, you know the worst parts of him and have that impression of him. Just because you guys give off a bad impression doesn’t mean you’re nothing but bad. Every negative trait can be seen in a positive light. Rude bluntness is just being a straight shooter. Sarcastic ass comments are a hilarious sense of humour. It’s all perspective and I choose for my cup to be half full.”

 “I’ve always disliked the half cup analogy. If I had a full cup and chose to drink half, it would be half full. If someone handed it to me that way, I’d see it as half empty.”

 “Going back to the things that are out of your control. Can I be 100% honest with you right now?” (Y/N) asked sitting down beside the male on the couch in the fitting room.

 “Sure.”

 “I would never advise you to do something you don’t want to do. Nobody should be forced to do something like that.”

 Furuhashi was surprised as she held her palm out for him to take her hand. Squeezing it tightly, she turned to face him head on and look him dead in the eyes.

 “But Kojiro, don’t let anyone control your decision. Let it come from you and not out of obligation or spite. If you turn down the marriage only because your mother suggested, then you’re still letting her control you. Make a choice that leaves no room for resentment. Not towards Yui and not towards yourself.”

 “Myself?”

 “You mentioned earlier how she would be good for the company. That’s your future and I know its something that is very important to you. If you pass up that opportunity, I hope you don’t regret it. I really do believe you’ll find the best choice for you.” (Y/N) said rubbing her palm over his back comfortingly before standing back up “I’m gonna go find more dresses to try on!”

 Furuhashi simply nodded at her as she quickly disappeared into the dressing room and emerged back out in her KiriDai uniform, running back out into the department store.

 She’d used his first name. She really did care about him as a person, not just saying what was socially acceptable to say. Any other person would have told him not to go through with a marriage that wasn’t rooted in love. But she was real with him and that’s all he could have hoped for.

 (Y/N) sized up a few different choices in her hands. If she was being honest, it wasn’t just for appearances that she wanted to go to the formal. Wealthy schools usually meant wealthy students and that could only mean more business opportunity for her.

 She’d never been permitted to go to such prestigious events but now that there was nobody to stop her, she figured she wanted to make the best impression possible.

 “Did you need any help dear?” A sweet voice chimed from behind the girl.

 Turning her head quickly, (Y/N) was met with a very short and petite older woman. She was smiling widely at the girl before she smacked her fist onto her open palm excitedly.

 “I know something that would look great with your complexion! May I show you?” The woman said almost giddy.

 “Sure.” (Y/N) said a little taken aback by the woman’s enthusiasm, which she seemed to read as she directed her through the racks of clothes.

 “Sorry dear! Not many people come in here looking for such fancy dresses and I do love playing dress up! I only have a son, so I don’t get to do anything like this outside of work!”

 “Oh don’t apologize for being friendly! Though they have such nice men’s clothes here as well, who says you can’t dress your son up?”

 “He does! Haha that kid would bite my head off if I tried!” The woman chuckled though her smile dimmed slightly. “Besides, that boy is always so busy, I hardly see him. Off studying and playing basketball.”

 “Oh? Does he play for his primary school?” (Y/N) asked as the woman flipped through the racks of dresses.

 “Hmm? No dear, highschool! My boy is about to be a third year.”

 (Y/N) seemed a little shocked at hearing that but instead chose to smile. The woman looked far too young to even have a child in middle school let alone someone her age. But that was neither her business nor a definite conclusion. Perhaps she looked really good for her age.

 “That’s just like me! What school does he play for? I may know him!” (Y/N) asked trying to avoid any awkward silences.

 She could see a definite change in the woman’s demeanor. Almost as if she didn’t want to tell her and was trying to think of a way out.

 “Umm Kirisaki Daiichi.”

 “No way!? I go there!” (Y/N) suddenly studied the woman a little harder but a flicker to her name tag suddenly answered any questions. “Oh are…are you Hanamiya Makoto’s mom?”

 The woman turned sharply to face her and seemed only to grow more horrified as the two made eye contact.

 “Why the look? Has Makoto done something to you?” The woman stammered out rubbing her temples in the same manner her son did. “You knew the name right away, should I be worried about that? If he did something, I will pay for it or fix it or anything jus-”

 “No no no, ma’am! Please, I didn’t mean to make any expression, I was just stunned is all. You look nothing like him. I’m the manager for the basketball team at KiriDai, by the way.”

 She saw the woman deflate in relief, though her hands never stopped wringing.

 “(Y/N), correct!? Oh that’s such a relief! My son talks about you all the time, though please don’t ever tell him I said that!” The woman was suddenly smiling widely again as she appeared to be taking in the weary teen’s appearance. “You’ve been good for that team, you know?”

 “Oh?”

 “Good for my son, at least. He’s seemed less high strung lately.”

 “I don’t think I can take any credit for that. I just bring the team food and do paperwork.”

 “No, I see the difference. You bring you, and that’s enough. Kindness is contagious and I sure hope my boy catches some.”

 “Since I’ve met Makoto, he’s given me a purpose and place to be within Kirisaki Daiichi and that’s the kindest thing anyone could have ever done for me.”

 (Y/N) could swear the woman looked ready to burst into tears but she burst into a smile instead.

 “I’m so glad! Well now I really shouldn’t be holding you up chatting away about my little monster! Here’s the dress! What do you think?”

 (Y/N) scrutinized the gown in the woman’s hands. Looking it up and down once more she nodded her head and accepted it.

 “I think it will be perfect! I’m going to try it on!”

 “Oh dear…before you go could I…could I ask two favours of you?”

 “Umm of course.”

 “Don’t tell Makoto you saw me here. He doesn’t like his friends knowing about me or where I work. I would hate for him to become upset with me. I don’t want him to feel embarrassed.”

 The teen almost refuted her statement but decided it was best to keep her mouth shut and nod in agreement.

 “And the other favour?”

~~~~~

 “Awww why hasn’t Okamura texted me!?” (Y/N) pouted throwing herself down in the middle of the gym. “Did I come on too strong?”

 “Yes,” Hanamiya responded nudging her with his foot, to try and get her off the court. “but I doubt that is the reason you haven’t heard from him.”

 “It’s only been a day, maybe he’s busy.” Seto offered, throwing himself on the floor beside her. Hanamiya threw his hands up in exasperation before deciding to settle for half court today.

 “Or maybe it’s just because you’re ugly?” Hara quipped as he fastened the diaper on Mako securely.

 “Ugly? Bitch where?!” (Y/N) said motioning to her own face in an overly conceited manner.

 “If anyone thinks (Y/N) is ugly they should get their eyes checked!” Yamazaki called out only to be met with a subtle glare from Hara.

 The orange haired boy mouthed a quick genuine ‘sorry’ that didn’t go unnoticed by (Y/N). Still she chooses to ignore it as she arched her back off the ground to stretch.

 “Ugh no big deal if he doesn’t keep in contact. He was cute but it’s not like I was in love with him or anything. He reminded me of Takeo Gouda but maybe I shouldn’t be using anime as a guide for dating.”

 “Good morning.” Furuhashi’s voice called out as he entered the gym.

 “Where were you, I thought you and (Y/N) were gonna ride the train to school together?” Hanamiya asked wondering how the girl got there a whole hour earlier.

 “Well we were supposed to but Furuhashi wanted to prove he could do it on his own.” (Y/N) said with a laugh.

 “I made it here, didn’t I?” He responded with a small smirk.

 “How was it staying with (Y/N)? Is her room cute? Is her house big? What does she wear to sleep?” Yamazaki asked shooting off a million questions.

 “Wow, I’m literally right here.” (Y/N) said motioning to all of herself.

 “It was nice, she had me up pretty late….” The male gave a small smirk that instantly had (Y/N) shooting him a warning look. “Talking about my situation of course. So, I called Yui this morning and figured out what I’m going to do.”

 “You’re gonna tell your mom to fuck off?” Hara asked now sitting on the floor beside Seto and the manager.

 “Yui and I decided that as of right now there’s no good reason why we shouldn’t get married.”

 “What!?” Everyone other than (Y/N) exclaimed loudly.

 “Right now, a union would only be beneficial and we both seem to get along rather well. We agreed we would have a loose engagement and push the marriage back until after college.”

 “A loose engagement?” Seto asked curiously.

 “Simply, if a better opportunity pops up elsewhere…we’d like the other to take it. Whether that be a financial opportunity or an emotional one. To put it shortly if we decide we wouldn’t work out or one of us falls in love with someone, the other will call it off.”

 “An engagement with no commitments? Huh that’s kind of an oxymoron.” Yamazaki mused aloud.

 “If it works out then great. However, she’s a cute girl, I’m almost certain she will find someone to fall in love with.” Furuhashi said with a smile.

 “Or you could.” Hara offered.

 Furuhashi felt his eyes drift to (Y/N), who had gotten off the floor and was cheering on Hanamiya as he swished his 7th shot. Too fast for the boys to notice, a glimmer of amusement flickered in those usually dead eyes.

 “Yeah, maybe I could.”

~~~~~

 “How could you forget your phone charger in your gym locker?” Liu asked as the tall former captain bounced impatiently as he waited for the doors to the gym to be unlocked.

 “Nobody ever calls so I just forgot, and my phone is so outdated nobody has a charger that fit! What if she thinks I’m not interested?” Okamura practically whined to his teammates.

 “Well she’s plenty interested in you, so I doubt that’s going to be a problem.” Himuro said with an amused smile.

 “I still say she’s up to something!” Fukui added before seeing the doors to the gym open and feeling the burst of air as Okamura went barging in.

 Quite curious of what would happen the team followed the man into the locker rooms and watched him practically bust the lock off it. Quicker than lightening he shot off a text message to the girl of his dreams.

 “She’s gonna ghost you.” The blonde said in a sing-song tone.

 The tall male was about to respond when a ding from his phone pulled all his attention.

 The poor oaf never saw it coming, with his trembling hands and awkwardly small phone his fingers fumbled.

 He tried to catch it in time but without warning his chance with a cute girl quite literally slipped from his grasp. The phone clattered to the floor, shattering its screen and coming apart in several pieces.

 The whole team stood staring at the gadget broken beyond repair. Okamura breathed in deeply before slamming his locker.

 “I’m heading back to Tokyo!”

 “We don’t have any more funds for a ticket back!”

 “Then I’m walking!”

 “It’s an 8-hour drive!”

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[dessiekarma]

Can I just say that I’m loving this Kirdai Harem fic!!! What made you decide to write something like this! It’s perfect and the plot is so good!!! Please keep up the good work!!!!! 💖💖💖💖

Thank you so much! Honestly I thought the team was so interesting in the anime. Like these guys are clearly jerks but also they seem to jokingly dick around with each other just like teen guys do. I thought it would be interesting to see more of their interactions off the court. The info on their school being one where wealthy families send their kids was also very interesting to me!

[dessiekarma]

My Harem is Entirely Bad Boy Types Pt.4

Chapter Four: Is this a BL Anime?!!

 “Would you stop moping?” Hara said plopping next to (Y/N) in the grass.

 The young girl was on her stomach, face planted into her backpack. She gave him an inaudible mumble but didn’t move an inch.

 “She’s been like that all morning.” Hanamiya said taking a drink from his coffee cup while balancing Mako in the other hand.

 “More like all week. You can’t still be this upset over-” Hara stopped as Hanamiya shot him a glare.

The captain had told the entire team it would be best if they tried to avoid mentioning (Y/N)’s ex right now. He wasn’t sure if it would set her off and the last thing he needed was an emotional girl on his hands.

 “Valentine’s day is a stupid holiday.” (Y/N) finally responded shifting to look at Hara.

 “Sounds like the bitter ramblings of someone who never gets anything.” Hara teased the girl ruthlessly.

 “Girl’s don’t even get gifts for Valentine’s day!”

 “And for White day do you do any better?”

 “Ehh well I’ve had a boyfriend so usually it’s just him giving me gifts and sometimes my cousin. But that’s another can of worms”

 “Definitely bitter.” Hara replied with a smug grin.

 “Well what about you? Are you drowning in love letters and chocolates this time of year?”

 “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Hara get a Valentine’s gift even when we were in elementary school! Which is weird considering all the girl’s numbers he’s got in his phone.” Yamazaki’s voice echoed from behind the trio, as he headed towards them.

 “I don’t exactly see you getting anything either!” Hara snapped, not happy that his backstabbing teammate was always siding with (Y/N) over him.

 “Because (Y/N) and I are in the same boat!” Yamazaki said taking a seat as close to (Y/N) as he reasonably could. “I had a girlfriend for a year! She was the jealous type and we broke up so I definitely get where you’re coming from!”

 Hanamiya rolled his eyes Yamazaki’s story. It was only maybe a year ago that Yamazaki and his girlfriend broke up and the captain could clearly remember the hell the team went through dealing with a heartbroken burden.

 “What about you Hanamiya?”

 The black haired male snapped out of his thoughts as a curious voice called his name. Turning to look at the team’s manager he tried to hold a neutral face. He felt like he needed to keep his guard up around her, regardless of the slight rivalry he has going with the team over her attention. She seemed to always want to be close to him and know more about him and to be honest he wasn’t used to that.

 “Hanamiya!” The girl repeated when he didn’t respond.

 “What!?”

 “I said what about you? Do you get chocolates for Valentine’s day?”

 “No, I don’t really care about that stuff. Besides all the candy people give for the holidays is the shitty sweet crap anyway.”

 “So you prefer it like your coffee? Small and bitter.”

 “…I guess?”

 “Just like you!” (Y/N) said with a playful chirpy laugh.

 Hara nearly choked on the apple he’d bitten into while Yamazaki looked ready to burst holding in laughter. The two stopped when they saw their captain hadn’t responded at all.

 Hanamiya took a long sip of his drink before handing Mako off to Hara. (Y/N), who had rolled onto her back, looked nervous when her captain was suddenly hovering only a few inches from her face. Their lips almost touched and she could feel the wisps of his breath ghost over her mouth as he spoke.

 “Small, bitter and hot.” He whispered with a sultry voice and smug grin. The young girl’s face lit up bright red but before she could sputter out a response a sharp yelp escaped her mouth.

 Sitting up she pulled her shirt away from her body and examined the small wet stain on the front.

 “You jerk, that coffee was actually hot!”

 “It was only a little and its warm at best.” Hanamiya said with a dark chuckle before downing the remaining contents of the cup.

 “You didn’t have to pour it on me! I just had this dry cleaned!” (Y/N) pouted causing Hanamiya to roll his eyes.

 “How tragic.”

 “Maybe if you were nicer to girls, they would give you chocolates. One may even go out of her way to get you bitter ones.” Yamazaki said teasingly.

 “Shut up. I said I don’t care about that stuff. And I could probably get more shit for Valentine’s day than you could.”

 “You wish! I’m friendly and girls like that.”

 “Not with that scary ass look on your face. Girls tend to like someone who’s actually good looking so both of you are shit out of luck.” Hara said casually.

 “With those standards I’d say all of you are standing at a disadvantage, being assholes doesn’t help either.” Furuhashi said, having snuck up on the group with Seto trailing behind him.

 “Don’t act like you’re such a lady killer just because you got homemade chocolates last year.” Hara snapped at the male with a frown.

 “You know I told you those were business transactions. Being the only heir to a large corporation makes you a prime target for people trying to feign attraction and love towards you.” Furuhashi brushed off the males with a shrug.

 “Yeah yeah I don’t buy it. Everyone at this school is loaded, for some reason girls actually like you. It’s probably cause you’re tall.” Yamazaki complained.

 “I call bullshit on that immediately. I’m 6’3 and a girl has never even breathed in my direction.” Seto’s lazy voice cut through the group.

 (Y/N) listened to the boys go back and forth on what they thought girl’s liked. She had to laugh at some of their suggestions and even rolled her eyes at others. It was almost no wonder these boys never received Valentine’s gifts. Even assuming most of them have been in past relationships it was without a doubt that they were clueless.

 “You boys are so hopeless.” (Y/N) spoke up to the group ceasing the now heated debate. All eyes turned on her. “It’s kind of cute.”

 “I’m not cute.” Hara said grumpily.

 “Maybe if you were you’d get gifts.” (Y/N) winked at the boy with a smile.

 “It’s different for girls, you just need to exist and guys flock to you. Guys actually need to put in a lot of work.” Seto replied, now holding baby Mako in his arms.

 “You have any idea how shallow some guys are? A lot of work goes into impressing you. I’m sure being a guy can’t be much harder. If I were a boy I would have at least a dozen girls throwing chocolates at me.” (Y/N) said with the cockiest tone imaginable.

 “You wouldn’t even be able to get one girl.” Hanamiya snorted.

 “Bet?”

 “What?”

 “Even if I’m not a boy I bet I could get more chocolates than all of you boys combined.”

 “Oh please even if you were as smooth as you think you are, you’re still a girl and maybe 5% of the girls in this school are into that.” Hara said with a scoff.

 “If you’re so sure then bet me.”

 “How much money are we talking?” Furuhashi asked, slightly intrigued at this deal.

 “Hell no I’m not betting you for shit.” Hanamiya said very dismissive of the conversation but still looking very interested.

 “No money. You have genius one and genius two on your side plus the rest of you are pretty good at your own subjects so if I win you guys do my homework until I graduate.”

 “Until you GRADUATE?” Yamazaki repeated shocked.

 “There’s five of you guys, it should be easy!”

 “And when we win what will you give us?” Seto asked

 “IF you win and I don’t know what do you guys want?”

 The boys all looked at each other and seemed to have some nonverbal conversation (Y/N) couldn’t quite understand. Before any of them could even open their mouths (Y/N) narrowed her eyes.

 “I’m not open to a gangbang here you guys.”

 “Okay so plan b.” Hara mumbled sarcastically which caused Yamazaki to deliver a quick punch to his arm. “Kidding! Geez!”

 “When we win we just want you to come to practice and do as we say same as always.” Furuhashi said with a soft levelheaded voice. “But we want you wearing this.”

 (Y/N) quickly had a phone shoved in her face. Looking at the image she blushed and tried to shake the image of her in cat ears and a tail from her mind.

 “Why did you even have this image saved on your phone! And how did you all manage to come to this conclusion without speaking?!”

 “We’d been thinking about adding a female manager for a long time now.” Hanamiya said so nonchalantly (Y/N) felt her stomach flip inside her.

 “And this was always in your plans for her?” (Y/N) whispered to herself before taking a moment to think. She was pretty confident in her plan and finally looked up with a determined smile. “Deal! In a few days when Valentine’s day is here you guys better be prepared to be shocked!”

 The school bell rang as if perfectly on que to start the morning and the whole team got up to head to their classes.

 With her backpack firmly in place and baby in her arms (Y/N) smiled at the guys devilishly.

 “You guys are gonna need all the help you can get so start wooing girls as soon as possible!” With that the young girl sauntered off to class leaving the boys looking after her figure.

 “Do you guys think she has a plan or something? Like do you think she can actually win?” Yamazaki asked more amused than anything.

 “I’m already ordering this cat maid costume and customizing the hem a few inches shorter.”

~~~~~

 “Umm I have a boyfriend.”

 “Congratulations…I was asking to see if you wanted to partner for that stupid chem project.” Hanamiya replied smoothly to the small girl in front of him.

 “Oh! You always work alone I didn’t think…yes I’ll be in a group with you!” The once sneering girl said now looking sheepish and anxious.

 “Yeah after that reaction how about a big ‘fuck off’.” With that the male scoffed and walked out of the library.

 Now that nobody was around Hanamiya breathed out a sigh of relief. Thankfully he had that chemistry project as a backup excuse to talking to her.

 All week he’d been trying to talk with girls but things weren’t exactly going smoothly. He was pretty to himself most of the time and when he did speak, to be honest, he never really had anything nice to say.

 It seemed like Yamazaki had been fairing a little better than himself, so their chances of winning were still practically guarantied. In fact, with Valentine’s day tomorrow all the guys were surprised to see (Y/N) had put no effort to try and charm anybody least of all the girls in the school.

 “Speaking of the devil.” Hanamiya gave a two-finger wave as (Y/N) came down the hall, stopping in front of Hanamiya with a knowing grin.

 “Not so easy is it?”

 “It doesn’t look like you’ve been doing much of anything either. All the girls that go here are spoiled bitches, anyway.”

 “Ouch I’m one of the bitches that go here too you know?” The girl feigned a look of hurt but her captain’s eyes bore into hers unapologetically. “Wanna know an easy secret to make girls like you more? Smile.”

 “What?”

 “You have resting bitch face. Flash a smile and I’m sure girls would find you more approachable.”

 Hanamiya smirked at such a stupid suggestion. If it was that easy he’d have thought of it and done it by now. Long gone were his days of feigning innocence, he doubted he even remembered how to pull off a kind face anymore.

 “But no smirking! A nice bright smile and you won’t be so scary.” (Y/N) gave her own bright smile before turning into the library.

 “That’s not going to work, idiot!” He called out to her but only got waved off.

 No way would that work. Anyone can smile but it didn’t mean these stuck-up girls would suddenly be any more open to him. His neutral façade could trick teachers and coaches into thinking he was a boring model student, but no way would it make any of these girls suddenly push aside everything they’d heard about him.

 When the doors to the library opened again, Hanamiya turned quickly assuming it would be (Y/N) but locked eyes with some random girl instead. Before she could turn away he decided to put (Y/N)’s theory to the test.

 Swiftly grabbing the door handle he held it open for her and gave as genuine of a smile as he could muster up.

 “Good morning.” He said quickly and politely. To his surprise the girl smiled back cutely and gave him a quick response before heading down the hall.

 “Good morning to you too!”

 Hanamiya watched as she turned the corner and let the smile slip off his face.

 “That smart fucking idiot.”

~~~~~

Watching as she jumped and struggled to grab a book just slightly out of her reach Seto took a huge breath and came up behind his fellow classmate.

 In his mind he figured it should all be okay. He’d grab the book, hand it to her and walk away. Or he could just walk away now and mind his damned business.

 Still he persisted and scooted closer to her as his large hand plucked the book from the shelf. Before he could try handing it to her the young woman turned around and gave him an impatient sigh.

 “I needed that book.”

 “Umm yeah I know I was trying to hand it to you.”

 “Is that your way of flirting with me? You’ve been standing behind me like creep for the past five minutes.”

 “No, I uhh-”

 Seto almost didn’t know what to say and was wracking his brain for a retort when a scoff came from the end of the book aisle. He turned towards the sound and saw (Y/N) with a look on her face he hadn’t seen before.

 “Most people would just say ‘thank you’, bitch.”

 The tall male was surprised to hear such harsh words coming from the team’s usually nonconfrontational manager. (Y/N) looked up at him and gave him a gentle smile before motioning towards the book.

 “If she takes this as flirting and doesn’t like it you can just put the book back.”

 Seto looked down at the book and stole a glance at the embarrassed girl before him. Sighing heavily, he placed the book on a lower shelf for her to grab easily. He noticed (Y/N)’s eyeing him with a scrutinizing gaze and turned to leave expecting her to follow him.

 Sure, enough once he’d reached one of the balconies to the library (Y/N) was only a step behind him. Leaning against the railing to look over the campus Seto was thankful for the fresh air. He was prepared to hold a poker face as (Y/N) gave him a hard time over failing so epically.

 “That was real cool of you. I can understand not being interested and not wanting to be hit on, but she didn’t have to snap at you for trying to help her. A simple thanks and walking away would have sufficed.”

 “Hmm?” Seto hummed in confusion not wanting to sound too eager to hear what she had to say.

 “I can be kinda petty sometimes and I would have put that book so damn high up she’d have needed a ladder. It was really nice of you to not do that to her even if she did deserve it.”

 “It’s too much energy to be petty.”

 “I gotta remember that. Besides it was one rotten apple nothing to worry about.”

 “Most girls here are like that with me. That’s why I don’t expect to be any help to this bet.” Seto admitted, scanning the courtyard having his eyes fall upon someone. “Furuhashi seems to be doing well enough to pick up my slack.”

 (Y/N) looked to where Seto was pointing only to see Furuhashi surrounded by a trio of girls who were laughing at whatever he’d told them.

 “How exactly does he do it? He’s…”

 “Bland like unseasoned chicken? Yeah, his family is really traditional, so his etiquette is flawless, technically he’s the perfect gentleman.”

 “Hmm the perfect gentleman is actually a sadist behind closed doors…that sounds like the plot to a bad movie.”

 “You don’t seem too worried about being the team’s maid.”

 “Well that’s because I’m going to win, of course!”

 “Yeah I’d like to see that.” Seto said sarcastically.

~~~~~

“I am so glad this hell week is over my face hurts from fake smiling.” Hanamiya said walking into the school with his team.

 “How do you guys think you did?” Yamazaki asked curiously but really just wanting to talk about how well his week had gone.

 “I can say here and now that I am deadweight in this group.” Seto admitted with no shame.

 “I received a box of chocolates delivered to my home this morning.”

 “Wow already!?” Yamazaki asked Furuhashi in shock. “What about you Hara?”

 “I don’t know. I’d been talking to a few girls but kinda got sidetracked with one.”

 “So we can at least count on one?” Hanamiya asked slipping off his coat.

 “I don’t think so. I thought we were hitting it off pretty great and she came over to my place once. Then I look her up and turns out she already has a boyfriend.”

 “Heh you were basically her sidechick?” Seto snickered at his teammate.

 “Oh haha what does it fucking matter? (Y/N) didn’t talk to a single girl all week. So unless she’s planning on buy chocolates for herself there’s no way she’s winning.”

 “That’s probably true. With Furu’s one box we’ve probably alrea-” Seto cut off his sentence as he looked into his locker. Shoving his shoes inside he slammed the door quickly. “Already won. Sorry lost my train of thought.”

 “Ahh yes! I got two boxes in here!” Yamazaki quickly jumped around a bit pulling the colorful boxes out. “I wonder why they’d put them in here instead of giving them to me directly? Annndd that’s why.” The male’s voice trailed off with a sigh.

 “Why are they prank boxes?” Hanamiya teased.

 “No, one’s from my ex and the other is anonymous.”

 “Your ex? I thought you guys were past this already?” Furuhashi asked, somehow having collected a box during their conversation.

 “I thought we were too. I talked with her about this. Whatever still counts right?”

 Hanamiya had since stopped listening as his heart pounded at the sight in his locker. The box was so cutely wrapped and sat there innocently and foreign.

 “I got one too.” The black-haired male almost stated as a question as if unsure if this was really his locker. Suddenly the one moment during the week clicked in his head like a gear before he smirked to himself. “(Y/N) only hurt her chances more by giving me advice.”

 True enough the girl he’d smiled at in the hall that day always seemed to smile and wave at him now when their eyes met. He didn’t actually care for the gift itself but was enjoying the thought of winning this game.

 “Boom! Not the side dude!” Hara said producing a box from his own locker.

 “Yeah that’s why she didn’t put her name on it? Can’t be outing herself, can she?” Yamazaki whispered to Hara with a teasing grin.

 The group of boys, with boxes in hand, made their way to the gym. Upon getting there, a wave of shock overtook them.

 “Why are those girls going into the gym?” Hanamiya asked with annoyance. “Furuhashi they better not be more of your girls.”

 “None of them look familiar but then again I can’t often tell one apart from another.”

 Swinging open the door the team captain was about to blow a gasket over the gaggle of girls circling a guy on the bleachers. Many of them were shoving their boxes of chocolates in his face and one was even situated in his lap feeding him some every now and then.

 “Who the hell is this prick and what is he doing in my gym?” Practically shaking with anger Hanamiya led his team up towards the group and cleared his throat. However, his attempts were in vain as the girls and boy totally ignored him.

 “Are the chocolates I made you good?” The girl sitting in the dude’s lap asked timidly.

 “Amazing but they taste even sweeter from your delicate fingers.” A voice smooth and sweet as honey butter came from the male as he lifted the girl’s fingertips to his mouth and kissed them.

 “I think I’m going to gag.” Hara said with a scowl.

 “This guy has seen a few too many shoujo anime.” Seto replied wearily.

 Finally hearing the voices, the young man looks up and gives the boys a smirk that makes all of their hair stand on end.

 “Well my lovelies I’m afraid I’m going to need to run you all off.” The girl removed herself from the guy’s lap and he stood up walking over to the team with a cool demeanor. Heavy lidded (E/C) eyes winked at the boys. “My team and I need to start morning practice.”

 “Holy shit.”

 “What the actual hell do you think you’re doing?” Hanamiya asked with a hard sneer on his face.

 (Y/N) waited until all the girls had cleared out the gym before dropping her husky boyish voice in favour of her natural one.

 “Winning a bet. I’m so new here and honestly, I haven’t been able to meet too many people with how often I’m at practice. So, nobody really knows me and they definitely don’t recognize me in this get up.”

 “You actually look pretty dead on like a boy.” Yamazaki said with a hint of amazement in his voice.

 “It’s uncanny. You were even able to flatten out your chest pretty well.” Furuhashi said in a blunt voice expecting a slap to the face only to burn bright red as his palms were placed firmly against the girl’s chest.

 “I know right! You can even squeeze and not feel them. Go on!” (Y/N) urged, sounding excited about her convincing cosplay.

 Furuhashi sputtered a bit and had to really focus on not letting his hands tremble. It wasn’t the first time a girl came onto him strongly, but it was the first time that it wasn’t intentional. Pulling his hands away quickly he forced his face back into neutral position.

 “Yes, it was a very good job on your part.”

 “Ohh jealousy.” Hara mocked aloud to Zaki who was clearly not very happy.

 “Do you seriously have seven boxes of candy already?” Seto asked counting up the stack on the bleachers.

 “Yup! One girl saw me and literally called her maid to run out and buy me a box! Told you guys that I was better at being a man than you were!”

 “We didn’t agree to this little crossplay of yours. We figured that you would come onto them as a girl, not this.” Hanamiya rolled his eyes and was internally pretty pissed off at the idea of possibly losing.

 “We never agreed to any specifics! Don’t be a sore loser, wipe that scowl off your face!” (Y/N) said with a laugh only to realize the phrase ‘sore loser’ only made her captain even more angry.

 Smirking she put back on her character voice and charisma. Walking up to Hanamiya she quickly swiped a bit of his bangs behind his ears before giving him a sultry smile.

 “Come on kitten, stick out your tongue like always and make one of those cute ahegao faces you think look so intimidating

 “What the fuck did you just say to me?!” (Y/N) didn’t finish her teasing as Hanamiya suddenly had his hand around her throat and pinned her to the wall. The wind got knocked out of her, giving her a little startle but the panic of her teammates quickly snapped her out of it.

 “Dude! Chill, she’s not actually a guy!” Hara said placing his hand on the black-haired male’s shoulder.

 As if suddenly flipping a switch, she saw the sudden realization in Hanamiya’s face. She knew it had been a knee jerk reaction and that he probably didn’t mean to do that to her…but she didn’t expect to see a clearly guilty look flash through his eyes before he began to loosen his grip.

 That look was new…and she didn’t like it. There was something hidden behind it something rooted deep. Still, it didn’t excuse it.

 The girl slapped his hand away from her harshly and glared.

 “Sheesh learn to control yourself or get some anger management treatment!”

 Hanamiya scoffed before mumbling an apology and stepping away from her. Yamazaki was by her side examining for any possible damage.

 A sudden commotion by the gym doors caught the whole team’s attention. Pushing to look in to the small window, were at least a dozen girls.

 “What the hell is that all about?” Seto asked with a quirked brow.

 “Fujoshi.” (Y/N) said with a sharp look in her eyes. Getting up, she dusted herself off and grabbed her bag. “Well I’m off to solidify this bet!”

 The boys watched her make her way into the gaggle of swooning girls before shaking their heads.

 “She’s such a fuckin idiot! She shouldn’t get in my face looking like that!” Hanamiya grumbled, still shaken by his own outburst.

 “I would have gladly taken the attention.” Furuhashi commented, looking out to the direction the girl left. “I thought her antics were very arousing. Of course, I would have to be the seme in that situation.”

 “I don’t even know what the means!” Hara exclaimed, covering his ears to avoid the rest of the conversation.

~~~~~

 “I don’t have chocolates, but will you please take this bento!?” A young girl practically shouted at (Y/N) which only received a groan from her teammates.

 “Of course, dear but tell me did you make this delicious meal or was it my future mother in law?” (Y/N) asked hooking her finger under the girl’s chin and pulling her closer.

 Turning into a sputtering mess the blushing girl simply pointed at herself before turning and jogging back to her seat.

 “Come on guys don’t look at me like that! Winning isn’t everything!”

 “You haven’t won anything yet. Furuhashi and I have been keeping up!” Yamazaki said with a hopeful smile, looking very pleased with himself.

 “We would have had an extra if you didn’t pull your bullshit on the girl who was trying to give me chocolates.” Hara mumbled grumpily as he tore into his food. “Left our own son with your friend so you can play around.”

 “Hara.” The faux male voice spoke up seriously. “I didn’t know Valentine’s Day meant that much to you.” Standing up from her seat (Y/N) grabbed a box off her small pile and bowed to the still seated male. “Hara Kazuya, please accept these chocolates!”

 Her voice had carried loud enough to catch the attention of most of the girls around them.

 “What are you doing?! Sit down you freak!” Hara whisper hissed at the girl.

 Whispers erupted in the lunch room along with squeals and talk of ‘real life yaoi’.

 “Will you accept my simple gesture?”

 “Yes, I will now sit your ass down!” The flustered male whispered yanking the box from her hands.

 “If you’re still trying to win the bet I suggest you don’t hit on too many boys. Girls won’t be pining for the attention of a gay guy.” Furuhashi said with a smirk, quite amused at (Y/N)’s antics. He felt a tinge of regret when a small hand was placed on his cheek and turned him to face her.

 “Who said anything about being gay? Perhaps I simply like beautiful people.” (Y/N)’s thumb brushed the male’s bottom lip sending a chorus of fangirl rage echoing through their ears.

 “You seem to be under the impression that a male flirting with me would make me uncomfortable. But perhaps…I simply like beautiful people.”

 (Y/N) felt his arm encircle her waist and his other hand caressing the back of her head as if about to pull her into a full-on kiss. Even from this distance Furuhashi was sure he could feel the heat off her face. Pulling away frantically (Y/N) sat down sheepishly.

 “Hmm no kisses? Will you behave now?” His stern voice cuts through the air.

 “Yes.” The girl mumbled not looking up.

 “Ah ah it’s rude to not look at someone when you are talking to them.” Pulling the same move, he turned her to face him. “Now tell me, are you going to be a good boy?”

 “Y-yes.”

 “Yes what? Go on call me senpai.”

 “Yes senpai.”

 At this point it was nearly impossible to hear your own heartbeat over the fujoshi screeching happening.

 “I am feeling so uncomfortable right now.” Seto cringed at the weird scene unfolding in front of him.

 “These chocolates are shit by the way. The ones I had in my locker this morning were a million times better.” Hara scoffed despite popping a second truffle in his mouth.

 “Is that so? There’s simply no impressing you is there?” (Y/N) remarked with a return of her amused smile, turning her smug little face towards Hanamiya the male suddenly became very interested in his plate. “What about you my sweet captain? You’ve hardly spoken a word to me today.”

 “I’m in no mood to deal with you like this, again.” He said rolling his eyes only to freeze when (Y/N) scooted her chair closer to him. Already pressed to the wall he had nowhere to go. “I’ll scream.”

 He flinched when (Y/N)’s hands smacked the wall beside him encasing his body in her arms.

 “Kabe-don! Isn’t this the way bad boys like you come onto innocent sweet girls?”

 Hanamiya could feel his heart beating faster as the girl’s face was only inches from his. When he really looked at her it was pretty obvious she was their same stupid manager. Unconsciously he felt his eyes flicker down to her lips…such a girlish pout and feminine eyes, how the hell was anyone believing she was a boy?

 Snapping back to reality, he suddenly became aware of the heat radiating off her face as she drew nearer. Reaching a hand up he covered her whole face with his palm and pushed her back.

 “Kabe-don’t touch me.”

 “You guys are no fun!” Yamazaki laughed as he had been enjoying the whole show.

 “Yeah well HE hasn’t been all over you now has he?” Hara snapped back.

 “Hey I don’t mind. Come here.” Yamazaki said patting his lap.

 (Y/N) seemed surprised at first but soon smiled and happily trotted over. The cafeteria had gone so silent you could hear a pin drop as the girl’s waited to see what yaoi fantasies unfurled. The rest of the team watched on in surprise as the girl dropped herself into the orange haired male’s lap.

 “Okay guys I th-”

 The lavender haired male never finished his sentence as they all watched Yamazaki grab the girl’s face and plant a huge kiss on her.

 Seto dropped the can of coffee he had been holding, Hanamiya sat staring with wide eyes, Hara’s mouth hung open, Furuhashi’s hand covered his mouth in shock and the intense screaming of girls was gonna send administrators charging into the room any minute now.

 “Dude what the hell?! You can’t just grab her and kiss her like that!” Surprisingly the reprimanding came from Hara who was now standing from his seat.

 “HER?!?!?!” Came the chorus of confused girls.

 “Honestly PDA like that is very inappropriate in school. I expected this from Yamazaki but (Y/N) you should know better.” Furuhashi added though his face remained unreadable.

 “You’re on the disciplinary committee, shouldn’t you say something?” Seto asked Hanamiya who appeared to be thinking something over.

 “I would if it was a real kiss but they were faking.” He said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world before returning back to his lunch.

 “What no way how could you tell?” (Y/N) called out smiling.

 “Well Yamazaki completely covered your mouth when he grabbed you so we couldn’t see. You didn’t freak out like you did with Furuhashi. And lastly…he’s too much of a pussy to actually do it.”

 “Hey!”

 “Hmm you guys really are no fun! We planned on doing this and shocking all of you.” (Y/N) said with a pout finally standing up and turning towards a group of girl’s waiting behind her.

 “And now that Hara blew your cover it-” Hanamiya began with a cocky smirk only to be cut off by a small group of girls making their way to the table.

 “I’ll be your Sailor Neptune if you’ll be my Sailor Uranus!”

 “She’s just like Yuu Kashima!”

 “I wondered why she was such a pretty boy!”

 (Y/N) smiled at the girl’s fawning over her before turning to her table with a smile.

 “Some girl’s love a good reverse trap!”

~~~~~

Throwing herself onto her bed, (Y/N) pulled her wig off and ran her hands through her natural hair. It felt nice to be able to take everything off after a long day of pretending.

 Turning on her phone, her heart began to beat fast at the name of the missed call. Sitting up quickly she read it over again and again.

 What did her ex want from her?

 A sudden ding let her know that she had a new text.

 ‘Call me’

 Like the obedient puppy her team had once accused her of being, she hit her speed dial and pressed the phone to her ear eagerly. Not even two rings later, the voice she had been missing was there greeting her as if things were back to where they used to be.

 “Happy Valentine’s day.”

 “Yeah H-happy Valentine’s day to you too.” (Y/N)’s voice came out much more shaky than she wanted. The phone line stayed quiet for a bit before a deep sigh came on the other end.

 “You know today would have been our one-year anniversary. You remember, that don’t you?”

 (Y/N) had to hold back a scoff. Of course, she remembered, it’d been bothering her all week. She had been grateful for the antics today that kept her mind off it. It was the Main reason she was so eager to take that bet and go all out.

 “What are we doing, (Y/N)? Clearly you’re still in love with me and I’m in love with you too. Forget about everything that has happened since your transfer, come back to Tōō and things can be like they never changed.”

 “But my team-”

 “How many people have to tell you that they are bad people before you take that as face value? They are just using you or plotting something. Don’t lie to me and tell me that none of them have made you feel uncomfortable or treated you roughly.”

 The young girl’s mind went back to that day on the train with Furuhashi. The uncomfortable walk home, the way her heartbeat went all over the place when he’d pulled her into an alley. She even thought back to today with Hanamiya’s grip around her neck, ready to strangle the life out of her.

 But the more she thought the more she remembered. Furuhashi had hidden her for fear of being caught by his parents. And Hanamiya, for a split second, felt a heavy guilt over something he didn’t even carry through.

 “They have but, on that note, you asking me to choose between them and you, between KiriDai and Tōō…well that makes me uncomfortable too.”

 “(Y/N), the difference is that I love you! I know everything about you and love you regardless!”

 This caused the girl to stiffen and suddenly feel her defensive wall come up.

 “Do they know anything about you? And if they did would they still be interested in you?”

 “That’s a cheap shot!”

 “Is that really who you’re going to choose over me!? I forgave you for all of that stuff. Don’t ever forget that we have a bond whether you want to deny i-”

 (Y/N) didn’t let him finish his rant and hung up the phone quickly. ‘Forgive’ her? Such bullshit. She didn’t need his forgiveness for anything let alone for something like that. She’d never done him wrong and would be damned if she would let him treat her like she did.

~~~~~

“She’s a good choice, have you been kind to her?” The stern woman said looking at the name on the heart shaped box.

 “I am kind to all the young ladies at my school, mother.” Furuhashi said with an even blanker expression than usual. He watched as she picked others up and carelessly tossed them to the side examining each label, every now and then placing one on the table in front of her son.

 “This one?” She asked not looking up from the expensive box

 “Tanaka-san.” He responded quickly having memorized the unlabeled boxes to the girl who’d given it.

 “Definitely not, her father’s a snake and always caught up in a scandal.”

 Furuhashi fidgeted just the slightest bit as he itched to ask his mother the question that had been on his mind for the past two months.

 “Mother, I was wondering if I could suggest a potential-”

 “Name?”

 “(L/N)-san.”

 “No, I know nothing of that name.”

 “Mother, you see she is American. Perhaps this could be our chance to expand internation-”

 “Foreign affairs are an unnecessary gamble at this point. Besides Americans run their businesses differently than we do.”

 “She is half and I t-”

 “Are you already involved with this girl? If so, have your fun with her while you can and be prepared to cut it off quickly and quietly.”

 Furuhashi said nothing more as his mother stared back at him with the same blank eyes he had.

 “Honestly Kojiro, your father and I are at our wits end with you. We’ve given you the most gorgeous, shapely, and well-educated girls we could find and you’ve turned down every one. I promised myself that I wouldn’t do to you what was done to me and your father. I would not select for you but would give you options. If you don’t find a way to make this work, I may need to go back on my promise. Now, here’s seven good choices, choose from those.”

 “Yes mother.” With that the woman was out of the room leaving the young man to scrutinize his options. Sighing momentarily, he decided it was a decision best left for another day.

 Furuhashi stared at the tiny box that had been discarded. It was the only one that had neither been given in person nor had a name attached to it.

 Opening it to reveal rows of chocolates, he picked one up and marveled at the imperfections. Most of his gifts today had been picked with great care, being professionally made.

 These, however, were simple and definitely homemade. Placing one in his mouth he bit down and smiled at the unusual but welcome pear flavour.

~~~~~

Yamazaki flopped down into his bed and sighed. Glancing at all the boxes he got he chose to close his eyes instead.

 He’d said it was alright didn’t he? At least he definitely made it seem that way.

 But today when he’d ‘kissed’ (Y/N), Hara’s reaction wasn’t something he expected. Blindly reaching for a box, he came across the anonymous one that had been in his locker.

 It was becoming more and more clear to him that he wasn’t the only one pining for this girl. If he had to say, he felt like it was no longer becoming a game anymore. He’d figured this might happen, his teammates were the territorial type after all. And he knew that no amount of calling ‘dibs’ was gonna save him if one of them decided they actually wanted to try going for her.

 Throwing open the lid and eating one he could tell a lot of time had gone into making the treats. Before he could savor another piece, his phone alerted him of an incoming call. His heart pounded loudly as his mind turned into a whirl of confusion over the name on the screen.

~~~~~

‘Hey can you come over this weekend?’ Hara’s fingers quickly shot off the text. The response was almost instant.

 ‘Listen I don’t think this is going to work out.’

 The young man clicked his tongue.

 ‘I’m asking you to spend the night with me not your life.’

 ‘I know it’s just the thing is I have a boyfriend.’

 No shit.

 ‘And you didn’t have one this week? Why bother wasting my time then?’

‘I thought you liked me and I felt bad abo-‘

 Hara quickly ignored the rest of the text and deleted the conversation. He didn’t want her pity nor her attention.

 “Felt bad” The young man mumbled to himself slapping a hand over his eyes, in frustration.

 It hadn’t been something he wanted her to know but instead something she’d apparently heard about from her mother who heard it from his. He’d cursed out his entire family when he found out and just like always all instantly apologized and agreed with him.

 He didn’t want that either.

 Scrolling through a list of girl’s names in his contacts, he picked three at random and sent out a greeting to each.

 This one hadn’t been any different and none of them would be, he knew that. They meant nothing to him and she was just the same.

 Now that he thought about it the stupid chocolates he got this morning probably weren’t even from her. But he didn’t know or care who they could be from. Because in the end they’d be the same too.

~~~~~

“…Driving to Hawaii, surfing down the streets. Dreaming of these plac-”

 “Woah what is this!?”

 Seto nearly jumped from his skin as he quickly placed his ukulele down and stopped mumbling lyrics. Turning to his brother with a disapproving glare he watched him flip over the pink box several times.

 “It’s a Valentine’s gift obviously.”

 “Yea but WHOSE is it?”

 “Mine.”

 “…YOU have a girlfriend!? Do mom and dad know!?”

 “I don’t have a girlfriend. They’re just obligation chocolates from a friend.”

 “I don’t know about that, they look homemade! I can’t believe YOU have an admirer! Is that why you’ve been humming the same stupid song for months?! Does it make you think of her?”

 “If you don’t mind I was trying to relax.” Seto quickly ushered his brother out of the room being sure to lock the door behind him. Walking past the box he slid one espresso chocolate into his mouth before turning back to his instrument.

~~~~~

“I’m home mom!”

 “In the kitchen sweetie! How was your Valentine’s day?”

 “Ehh I lost a bet and realized all the girl’s in that school are crazy.” Hanamiya responded walking into the kitchen and watching his mom rummage through the fridge.

 “Oh dear who gave you a gift?!” The small woman said suddenly excited, rushing to her son and glancing at the box in his hands.

 “Some girl I say hello to every now and then. The team manager told me if I smiled more I’d be more approachable.”

 “Oh… (Y/N) right? Well I like her already! I’ve always said my son has the handsomest smile! About time other people realized it too.”

 “Yeah well you can have them.” Hanamiya said sitting down at the kitchen table and sliding them towards his mother. “They probably taste like shit anyway.”

 “Watch your mouth, dear.” His mother said in a small voice with a disapproving look.

 “All I’m saying is that they’re probably the cheapest stuff you find at the gas station.”

 The woman frowned but opened the box and daintily bit into the corner of a chocolate before wrinkling her nose.

 “No baby these were definitely made specifically for your tastes. I don’t like it, but you can tell it’s quality chocolate.”

 Hanamiya took back the box his mom handed to him while she got back to work at the fridge. Picking up another chocolate he placed it in his mouth and was surprised at the bitter taste.

 His face remained neutral as he chewed up the piece before eating another one and shaking his head.

 “That idiot.”

~~~~~

 Imayoshi sighed, pressing his cellphone to his lips he closed his eyes and mulled over everything in his mind.

 (Y/N) wasn’t coming back. It didn’t matter what her old feelings and connections were, she’d moved on long before she ever even went to Kirisaki Daiichi.

 She really did believe in those boys. But he knew she shouldn’t.

 The other four could probably stop their rough play easily, maybe not for her but he couldn’t see them really stubbornly holding on to that style.

 However, their ringleader would always control their play. And he would never stop for anyone, least of all (Y/N). Realizing she couldn’t change a bad person, would kill her. It would go against everything she’d worked so hard to believe in. It would send her rushing right back into Tōō.

 Imayoshi wanted her back…but he wasn’t willing to let her be crushed just to get her.

 He’d managed to get this number back in middle school, but he was more than sure it would still work. Dialing quickly, he smirked to himself as a familiar voice answered completely unaware.

 “Kouhai, how have you been? I was at the mall the other day…and thought of you. So, you better not hang up, Hanamiya.”

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My Harem is Entirely Bad Boy Types (Kirisaki Daiichi x Reader) Pt. 3

Chapter Three: Get That Girl a Megane!

 “No no no. You seem scared of the ball. Remember follow through with your wrist. Okay better, now try again.”

 Hara was surprised at the voice coming out of the gym. The team never practiced during study period but the instruction as well as the sound of sneakers squeaking was undeniable. Peaking his head into gym he squinted to see (Y/N) and Matsumoto assisting the rest of the second-string players.

Matsumoto had a weird place with the team, he was in the first string but not part of their web. He was down for their rough plays but also usually wanted nothing to do with them outside of basketball and well that worked out just fine for everyone.

 It was, however, a shock to see (Y/N) here helping him out. Hara and the others for that matter tended to forget that Kirisaki Daiichi had over twenty players total.

 “Hey girl!” Hara whistled for (Y/N), knowing it would annoy her. Sure enough she turned her head slowly to cast him a frustrated look before sighing and walking over.

 “Whadya want Hara? I told you not to call me girl.”

 “And I told you not to call me Hara, we should be on first name basis by now.”

 “Kazu-chan.”

 “Not that either! Whatever! What are you doing in here anyway?”

 “Managing the team. What else?”

 “You know this isn’t really the team right?” Hara whispered cattily. “I mean most of them aren’t bad but they’ll only ever get to play an actual game once all of us graduate.”

 “I know you guys are the main players but there’s a lot of first years on the team. They’ll inherit it, and don’t you think its better to leave a legacy as opposed to just graduating and letting the team crumble.”

 “I don’t really think about that sort of thing and I don’t think Hanamiya cares. Come on, you’re supposed to being doing stuff for us. Besides what do you even know about basketball?”

 “I did date a basketball player, ya know? I mean I would never be able to play an actual game but I’m pretty good at shooting. That’s a foundational skill so I might as well teach these guys, right?”

 “I guess, hey where’s Mako?” Hara said as if the thought suddenly popped into his mind.

 “Umm right here.” (Y/N) said with a quirked brow, pointing to the baby sling around her torso. “Did you not see him?”

 “Oh I guess I just didn’t notice. Good job finding a way to carry him around while you’re busy.”

 “Well yeah I needed to, since you suck so badly at taking care of him.” (Y/N) said poking Hara’s side.

 The male was about to retort before a ding on his phone caught his attention. Opening the text, he was greeted with an image of a scantily clad girl. Without thinking about it (Y/N) tiptoed to see his phone and whistled.

 “She’s hot! Is she your girlfriend?”

 “No, she’s not and don’t nonchalantly call other girls hot!”

 “Why not?”

 “Because you aren’t a lesbian!”

 “Says who?”

 “W-what? You had a boyfriend!”

 “Hmm I guess I did. You’re so funny to tease Kazu-chan!” The girl exclaimed with a laugh before giving him a wave and heading back to practice.

 Hara frowned as his manager blurred back into the background of players. Blinking his eyes hard a few times he sighed and closed the door to the gym.

 ‘So can you come over tonight?’

 The lavender haired male looked down at the text message from the girl in the picture and mulled it over. Scrolling through his camera reel he sized up his options.

 ‘My parents are overseas on a business trip, so we have the place to ourselves.’

 Welp that was good enough for him. She wasn’t his first choice but she’d responded the quickest with the least hassle.

 Typing out a quick response, he shoved his phone back into his pocket and made his way out the gym.

~~~~~

 “What’s with all this?” Seto asked motioning to the dozen new charms and button dangling from (Y/N)’s backpack.

 She looked up from her phone quickly to see what her friend was pointing at before quickly returning back to her screen.

 “My new obsession! He’s a character from Paranormal Payphone. Basically, it’s a new game where these boys call me from a payphone at certain times of the day and he’s my favourite!”

 “What’s so great about this character in particular?” Hara asked grabbing at the small figure on the zipper.

 “Besides the fact that he looks like Imayoshi.” Furuhashi retorted tiredly, before his own comment snapped him out of it.

 Everyone including (Y/N) was looking at him in disbelief. It was an unspoken rule that they avoid mentioning him around the girl, unless she brought him up first. They’d learned the hard way that when mentioning anything to do with Tōō there was a 50/50 chance she would cry.

 Surprisingly no tears came to (Y/N)’s eyes, instead she wrinkled her nose and let out a scoff.

 “I don’t see it! And I will not let that deter me from loving my best boy!”

 “Well clearly you have a type.” Hanamiya said sizing up the buttons. He’d never played the game nor even heard of it before now but with otaku shit…you could kind of tell which characters were assholes or not.

 “Hmm? I just think he’s cute is all! Like those glasses for instance! I always end up falling for the megane characters. Kyoya Ootori, Rei Ryugazaki, Austria, Tenya Iida!”

 The guys listened to her ramble off a long list of glasses characters.

 “She talking so fast, I didn’t understand half of what she just said.” Seto remarked as the girl slowed down to think of more characters.

 “I’m pretty sure she named a whole ass country in there.” Hara laughed blowing a large bubble.

 The guys were almost amused by the girl’s stupid antics and none of them noticed the sudden milk carton that came flying towards their table. It was only after they noticed their manager tense up from the sudden impact on her head that they all, without thought, got up from the table threateningly.

 “Who the fuck threw that!?” Hara snapped out casting a glance to (Y/N) who looked stunned as milk dripped off her forehead and down her back.

 Only after their initial defensive move did they notice a girl on her knees not to far behind where (Y/N) was sitting. Her tray was splayed on the ground, after having apparently tripped.

 “Sorry! I should have watched where I was going!”

 “That’s okay!” (Y/N) said wiping the liquid off her face. “No use crying over spilt milk after al-”

 She stopped midsentence as she turned to the girl who had not gotten up off the ground. The boys all noticed an unspoken exchange between the two. Yamazaki watched the situation like a hawk not prepared to let the girl take a step closer to (Y/N).

 “Hopefully you get yourself cleaned up, I’m sure you hate being…dirty.” The girl said with a smiling face but snark laced in her voice. With that she walked away and the guys looked back and forth between the two.

 “There’s no damn way she tripped, you know that right?” Seto asked finally taking a seat along with the rest.

 “Yeah I know but it’s not surprising.”

 “Because she’s Y-”

 “I went to middle school with her. We had some bad blood between us and I thought she’d gotten over it. I didn’t even know she went here. I didn’t think anyone I used to know before came to this school.” (Y/N) said looking more and more concerned as she spoke.

 “Before what?” Hanamiya asked analyzing the girl’s face.

 “Before highschool! I was so cringey in middle school!” (Y/N) said now back to her normally cheerful self. “But I’ve been here for a few months now, I wonder what triggered her to suddenly lash out on me.”

 “Probably because she’s Yam- oww! Fuck!” Hara called out rubbing his shin from under the table, clearly having been kicked.

 “It doesn’t matter. I just… Oh no! My plush got all wet.” (Y/N) said lifting a sopping wet miniature plush of the character she’d just been fangirling over.

 All of the guys suddenly felt a pang through their chests at just how sad her voice had sounded.

 Getting up from the table, Furuhashi walked over to the girl’s side of the table and extended his hand to her.

 “Come on, let’s go wash your clothes and your Jaeyoung plush. We have a washer and dryer in the gym.” He said smiling at her, hoping to get her sad face a little brighter.

 Sure, enough she grinned back at him before taking his hand and disappearing out of the lunch room.

 “How did he know the character’s name!? Why didn’t I think to take her to wash her clothes?” Yamazaki cried out as the two disappeared from sight.

 “He probably goggled it while she was fangirling. Clever bastard.” Hara said kind of impressed with Furuhashi.

 “You do know this is your fault, right?” Hanamiya asked Yamazaki who looked completely offended. “Don’t act so shocked. You know the real reason Mai went after (Y/N) and then you didn’t even stand up for her.”

 “I didn’t do anything!”

 “Exactly. Don’t wear your heart on your sleeve and then be surprised when certain people notice.”

 “Whatever, I’m gonna go take care of this.” Yamazaki said storming off from the table in the direction of the girl who left earlier.

~~~~~

 “What the hell is she wearing?” Hanamiya asked trying not to look at the girl sitting on the bleachers.

 “The back of her skirt had gotten wet too. She needed to put something on while it was in the wash.” Furuhashi explained.

 The flustered male glanced over to where (Y/N) was swinging her legs with the number 4 Kirisaki Daiichi jersey on.

 “Why’d you have to use mine?!”

 “You’re the shortest.”

 “I’m only one inch shorter than Yamazaki!”

 “Yeah but you’re thinner and a whole size smaller. This was the only thing that came closest to fitting her.”

 (Y/N) was leaning back on her elbows, her eyes not leaving her phone and Hara’s eyes not leaving her. After a few minutes she turned to him with a quirked brow.

 “What?”

 “You’re not wearing a bra.”

 “I was but the milk soaked all the way through. What’s it to ya?”

 “I can see a lot through the sleeves of the jersey. I can also see that you must be pretty cold in here after your shower. You look good.” Hara said with a teasingly seductive voice.

 “Yeah? Push that dry over processed hair out your face and you could probably enjoy the view even more.”

 “Bitch.” Hara grumbled as he patted the baby sling around his chest. Smirking he thought he’d try again. “So, no bra huh? Do you have any panties on underneath those basketball shorts?”

 “Why don’t you check for yourself? Maybe we’re wearing a matching set.” The girl deadpanned back, this time not even tearing her attention away from her phone.

 Hara grew red in the face and began to sputter.

 “Stop teasing him (Y/N), you know you have your anti-pervert shorts on under that.” Furuhashi said coming up to pat the top of her damp hair.

 “Damn, how does it feel to have a girl as quick and snarky as you?” Seto asked Hara with a laugh.

 “It’s cause she’s a otaku! All of those types are huge perverts!”

 “You’re hardly fit to be calling someone a pervert.” Hanamiya spoke up, finally able to gain his composure over the manager wearing his jersey.

 “I’m not a pervert. All you guys wish you could pull a different girl a week like I do.”

 “More like you can’t keep a girl for more than a week.” Seto chuckled tossing a basketball up in the air.

 “Why are you guys always picking on me! We’re supposed to be a team!”

 “Speaking of teams. Hey stupid, you’re coming with us to the Seirin vs Rakuzan game next week.” Hanamiya said to the girl.

 “What why would we go to that?”

 “Because Caps is obsessed with Kiyoshi.” Hara remarked only to receive a hard fist in his ribs.

 “Fuck off! It’s because I want to see just how well a team that beat us does.”

 “That’s understandable. I guess I can have my driver take me to the-”

 An obnoxious ringtone cut the girl off from her thoughts. Pulling her phone out she looked at the name and groaned. She appeared to be hyping herself up before hitting talk.

 “Hey Shoi-chan.”

 All the guys suddenly snapped their heads up at the cutesy nickname. Shoi-chan as in Imayoshi Shoichi?

 “I’m ummm with my team.”

 The reprimanding on the other end of the phone was hard to make out but clearly a voice of disapproval.

 “Did you just call me to bitch at me or did you actually need something!?” (Y/N) said with a scowl, startling the guys who had never really heard that tone from her.

 “Umm that’s fine, I guess. When? Okay. At the usual place? Sure, I’ll see you then. Bye Shoi-chan.”

 “Do you actually still talk to that guy?!” Hara exclaimed barely waiting for her finger to lift of the end call button.

 “Well yeah. I was a part of his team for a year and regardless of anything, he’s still really important to me.” (Y/N)’s voice sounded gravely serious and held a deeply sad tone. The brimming of tears in her eyes got blinked away quickly but it was clear to see their shared past was hurting her.

 “He doesn’t like us.” Seto responded glancing down at the manager.

 “I know. But…it wasn’t just my ex ya know? My entire team at Tōō didn’t agree with me coming here and definitely didn’t agree with me joining the team. After the breakup, nearly all of them called or found me to try and talk some sense into me.”

 “And Imayoshi asked you to meet with him, right?” Hanamiya asked.

 “Yeah he says he wants to talk. All this time has gone by and he’s never tried to come find me to talk to me face to face just over the phone. I need to see him. I…miss him.”

 “Then you should go. It’s not like we’re gonna try to stop you. We’re a bunch of cheating, violent bastards but we aren’t going to tell you who you can and cant talk to.” Hanamiya said with a shrug. “Just think for yourself. You’re an idiot but you’re not clueless, so don’t let him think for you got it?”

 “Yeah I know you’re right.”

 “So where are you guys gonna meet up?” Furuhashi asked as nonchalantly as possible.

 “Juniper café, why?”

 “Just curious.”

~~~~~

 ‘Why are we even here?!’ Hara text the group message before slamming his head on the table.

 ‘Because I want to know what exactly Imayoshi is gonna tell her. Nobody asked you to come you know?’ Furuhashi responded quickly

 ‘What’s with you guys and the huge spike in interest over (Y/N) recently? I thought it would die out eventually but you guys are falling for her hard!’

 “Well I liked her from the start!” Yamazaki joined in, sipping a cold tea.

 ‘I just think she’s cute, never gonna have a chance with her but I had nothing better to do today.’ Seto finally typed out, drinking a cup of what was probably just 15 espresso shots.

 ‘She could make an interesting self-selected candidate for me.’ Furuhashi added in.

 ‘Candidate for what?’ Yamazaki asked, much more chill after accepting the fact that he was not alone in his pursuit of (Y/N).

 ‘I don’t want to say until I know for sure.’

 ‘What about you Hanamiya? You’re being awfully silent on why you’re here.’ The orange-haired male typed out quickly.

 ‘Not for that idiot, that’s for damn sure. I’m here to make sure Imayoshi doesn’t put shit in her head that will cause problems for ME. Besides I want to know who she really is when she doesn’t know we’re around.’

 ‘Why is she running so late?’ Seto asked before peeping over the bench, where Imayoshi had been waiting for about ten minutes now. His back was to the team and they figured if they stayed down and quiet (Y/N) wouldn’t notice they were there.

 “Sorry I’m late! There was a sale on manga at the bookstore down the block!” A familiar voice called out as she burst into the room.

 ‘That explains it.’ Nearly all the boys text at the same time.

 “It’s no worries. I got you, your usual. Did you find anything good?”

 “Thanks. I was able to find a few things…umm why are you staring at me?”

 “You’ve gotten so much more beautiful in the few months I hadn’t seen you.”

 Seto pretended to gag as the rest of the team rolled their eyes.

 “Stop it, I look the same.”

 “No, you look happier…and that isn’t easy for me to admit. Ohh what’s this?”

 “Oh umm this is Mako.”

 “My my I leave you alone for a few months and you’re already a teenage mother, so soon after a breakup. Were you cheating?” Imayoshi said in a teasing voice. “Mako. I’ll assume my sweet little kouhai is the father?”

 Hanamiya made a move to stand up and fight when the other guys grabbed his limbs to drag him back down to seating position.

 “It’s a project I’m doing with Hara Kazuya.”

 “The gum munching kid with the hair in his eyes?”

 “Yeah…”

 There was a silence that washed over the table and the guys held their breaths wondering who would speak next. Surprisingly it was Imayoshi.

 “Look, I’ll get right to the point of why I came here. I want you to come back to Tōō with me. The team misses our little cheerleader, even Aomine asked about you the other day.”

 “I do miss you guys but I won’t leave them.”

 “The bad boys of KiriDai? Why exactly are you so stuck to them? Hmm? You detested them as much as the rest of us when you saw the Seirin game. What changed? Don’t tell me its simple physical attraction, you’re much smarter than that.”

 “I guess when I first saw that game…I thought they were bad people. But now I think…I know…sometimes good people do bad things. I think that deep down they’re good people. They’ve done horrible, really horrible things but they’ve also been really good to me.”

 The team was more or less stunned by (Y/N)’s honest answer.

 “‘Deep down they are good people?’ You sweet girl, I’ve told you a million times over that there’s no such thing as a good person.”

 Hanamiya felt the same chill run down his spine as the one he had when he first met Imayoshi. He’s said that very phrase to him as well.

 “I don’t believe that Shoi-chan.”

 “Because you’ll take it personally. You desperately need to think that you’re a good person and that your m-”

 “I don’t need to think anything. I know who I am, and I’ve made peace with that.”

 “But you haven’t made peace with the other half, have you? Ahh its to be expected, you’re young after all and with the life you’ve had you need to cling onto something. I came to you because I really am worried about you. Your insistence on staying with this team is self-destructive, I would go as far to call it self-harm. You know they’ll hurt you…haven’t you been hurt enough?”

 “I have but not by them. Not yet.”

 “Then don’t give them that chance. You know our fears aren’t unprecedented. Think about it, since going to that school and associating yourself with them, has anyone tried befriending you? Does anyone try talking to you when they don’t have to? You’re alienating yourself. You’re giving yourself a reputation and isn’t that the exact reason you left Tōō?”

 “I left Tōō because I have a goal and to make it happen, I need connections.”

 “I see, you’ve told yourself that enough times to actually believe that’s the reason. Stop punishing yourself, stop trying to fix broken people, and stop letting others hurt you.”

 “But Shoi-chan…YOU hurt me. All of Tōō did. You guys saw what was happening to me there and nobody said anything. You were all afraid to get involved, all too worried about yourselves. You told me to ignore what the people said but you never tried to make them stop.” The guys heard (Y/N) take in a shaking breath and couldn’t figure if she was crying or just about to.

 “Someone threw milk on my head yesterday and every single one of the KiriDai boys got up ready to fight someone. One of them even helped me get cleaned up.”

 “They all have you tangled deep in the spider’s web, don’t they? Once you realize that, you’ll never get out. They can predict exactly how you’ll react and change their personalities to be exactly what you want them to be. It’s not just a basketball technique, it’s a manipulation technique. You really think you’re something special to them? Think they’ll hurt anyone who crosses them but not you?”

 The boys could hear the whirl of the coffee machine and the chatter of other patrons. They could hear the cars outside and even (Y/N)’s shallow breathing before a sudden sharp intake.

 “I’m not anything special…but they wouldn’t hurt me unprovoked. Because I’m not trapped in their web, I’m part of it!” The boys felt the movement of (Y/N) push up out of her seat.

 “KiriDai is everything you say they are but they’re also a team. They may not give a fuck about anyone else, but they at least give half a fuck about each other and that’s already more than you can say for Tōō. They won’t hurt me, because I’m one of them and if anyone from Tōō is not okay with that…then I’m not okay with anyone from Tōō. Thanks for the coffee Shoi-chan.”

 The guys ducked their heads a bit as the girl stormed out of the café. They heard a deep sigh followed by some chuckling from Imayoshi’s table.

 “She’s hard-headed. I’m surprised you stubborn bunch have been able to handle her for as long as you have.”

 Most of the boys bristled, save for Seto and Hanamiya who had long since figured Imayoshi knew they were there. Standing up from their seats they turned to glare down Imayoshi who was giving them his signature creepy smirk.

 “How could you sit there across from her and tell her how shitty we were when you wouldn’t even defend your own girlfriend. You give her your emotionally abusive ‘leave your friends or I’ll break up with you.’ bullshit and yet you think she’s better off going back to school with you? Her shitty ex who wants to control her?” Yamazaki ranted out, saying everything he was gonna dream of saying later.

 “‘Shitty ex?’ Such a foul mouth with so much anger behind those words. Don’t tell me you’ve already developed an attraction to her? Is that why you’re keeping her around? To use her?”

 “I would never do that!” Yamazaki belted out.

 “No, I suppose even (Y/N) wouldn’t give you the time of day. None of you are really her type, after all. But I don’t blame you for falling for her, she is quite the catch. Not that any of it matters, she’ll come back to me and Tōō soon. It’s only a matter of time you see.”

 “And why exactly would you believe that?” Hanamiya asked with a deep scowl.

 “If I’m not mistaken, in a few months you’ll have a scrimmage with Yosen. It’s in your very nature to go about your usual rough play. (Y/N) isn’t a ref, she will be able to see every despicable and clever trick you pull. I wonder if she’ll still think you’re good people then?”

 Imayoshi slipped through the group and made his way to the exit before turning around with that smirk.

 “Do remember that she was mine first and I will get her back.” With that Imayoshi was out of the building and turning the corner as the Kirisaki Daiichi team stared after him.

 “How did he and (Y/N) actually date? What does she see in him?” Seto asked wondering how that couple could have ever worked out.

 “It’s because he’s a megane.” Furuhashi commented flatly.

~~~~~

 “Wow Furu you look so good!” (Y/N) exclaimed while burping the baby on her shoulder.

 Furuhashi gave her a small smile as he adjusted his glasses. They were the first two to make it to the game and were waiting outside for the others.

 “What the hell?!” Yamazaki exclaimed as he saw Furu.

 He and Hanamiya made their way towards them, both donning a pair of glasses. (Y/N) stopped patting Mako’s back to gawk at the three bespeckled males. Covering her mouth with her hand she left out a soft snort.

 “Did I miss a team memo? Why are all you guys wearing glasses?”

 Furuhashi and Yamazaki glared at each other, neither having anticipated the other to pull the same stunt. Hanamiya rolled his eyes and cursed his fate for the suspicious situation.

 “Since the game was gonna be crowded, we figured we would have to sit pretty far. The guys needed the glasses, so they wouldn’t miss anything.” Seto said, stepping out of a pretty nice car and waving to the driver to take off. He didn’t seem to have had the same idea as the others.

 “Ahh that makes sense! Hara should be in there already, holding out seats for u-” The girl didn’t get to finish her sentence as purposeful shoulder came and crashed into her own. Whipping her head around the girl snapped her tongue.

 Tōō stood not more than a few feet from her and Imayoshi had a teasing grin on his face. The rest of the team looked like they couldn’t actually believe (Y/N) was even standing next to the KiriDai team. Not turning her head, (Y/N) shot a hand out to grab Furuhashi as he had already taken a threatening step towards Imayoshi.

 Her hand delicately wrapped around the male’s wrist didn’t go unnoticed by the members of Tōō. Imayoshi sighed before chuckling his mean-spirited laugh that (Y/N) always hated.

 “That’s kind of cute, isn’t it? You’ve got your pet tarantula on a leash. To think you changed pets from an obedient puppy to this creature.”

 “Is he referring to himself?” Seto mumbled with a grimace. “More like a feral cat.”

 “Is that a baby?!” Wakamatsu suddenly bust out, taking notice of what (Y/N) was holding. The whole team snapped their eyes to her arms. Some looked baffled while certain people looked genuinely concerned. “No way, is that the real reason you went to Kirisaki Daiichi!?”

 (Y/N)’s face held no emotion and she gave no comment before charging past the team knocking her own shoulders with Imayoshi and a nervous looking brown-haired kid who had been avoiding eye contact with KiriDai the entire time.

 “Ehh my sweet little (Y/N), that was rude. Not even a word to poor Ryo. Looks like you boys are reverting her faster than I expected.” Imayoshi teased looking at her walk into the stadium.’’

 “What the hell does that mean!?” Yamazaki spit out.

 “I just mean that perhaps you’ll find how quickly you’ll rub off on her.”

 “Well then I guess that means you’d all better watch your backs.” Hanamiya said pushing through the team as well and following after their manager. “After all the female spider is more venomous than her counterpart.”

 With that the team walked inside leaving behind a slightly shaken Tōō and a particularly impressed former Miracle.

~~~~~

 “They were amazing!” (Y/N) exclaimed walking out into the cold with her team. “Their teamwork and skills were beyond belief! That’s true basketball!”

 “It was really great game. You guys wanna go grab ramen or something?” Seto asked with a yawn.

 “Ehh I’m not hungry.” Hanamiya responded quickly.

 “I don’t want to spend too much. How about we go to Maji Burger instead? It’s really close by.” (Y/N) suggested scrolling through her phone.

 “Yeah, that’s fine.” Seto said looking to the other guys who nodded except for Hanamiya who sighed heavily.

 “Ya’ll go, but I’m heading home.”

 “What no come on! We can’t go as a team if we don’t have our captain!” (Y/N) exclaimed reaching for his hand only for him to jerk it away quickly.

 “What the hell does it matter? I’m not even that hungry!”

 “Please please please please please! Go with us! I’ll pay!”

 “….Ugh fine!”

 (Y/N) let out a small whoop before snatching Hanamiya’s hand and giving it a small squeeze. Once again, he jerked out of her touch but the girl was content.

 “Alright so Maji Burger it is.” Seto said as the team began walking in the right direction. There was a question on everyone’s minds and surprisingly it was Seto who had the gall to ask (Y/N). “Hey so out of curiosity are you tight on money right now?”

 The team looked to her. If there was one thing KiriDai girls weren’t worried about it was spending money. Hanamiya was the first to turn away, figuring it was probably a personal matter for her. The others didn’t have as much tact and pressed on.

 “Oh don’t worry about me. My financial situation is…comfortable. But I don’t like asking for things and want to pay for stuff on my own. Right now I have saved a good amount of my money for a trip back home during winter break.”

 “Back home?” Yamazaki asked, slowing down to walk beside her.

 “To America! That’s where I’m from. I’ve been living in Japan since I was about 8 but I go and visit often”

 The guys took in that information pretty easily. They’d figured as much based on her appearance as well as the accent she spoke in.

 “Well I hope your trip goes well and…what is that!?” Yamazaki asked pointing an accusing finger at the girl’s phone charm.

 “Hmm a phone charm? It’s Zun from Paranormal Payphone.”

 “I thought you liked Jaeyoung?!”

 “Well I did but then I played Zun’s route and he was soooo cute!”

 “But he’s not a megane!”

 “Hmm? Megane are cute but that isn’t all I look for in my type!”

 “Ahhh!” Yamazaki let out a sound of frustration before taking the fake glasses off his face.

 Furuhashi had long since removed his, as they only got in the way during the game. Both of them turned to Hanamiya, waiting for him to remove them as well.

 The raven-haired male looked away from his team before pushing his glasses higher up on his nose.

 “Fuck off! Unlike you two I need these! My contacts tore!”

 (Y/N) tried to suppress a laugh but a giggle escaped her lips.

 “Cute!” She mumbled much to her captain’s displeasure.

 “Fuck off fuck off fuck off!”

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My Harem is Entirely Bad Boy Types (Kirisaki Daiichi x Reader) Pt. 2

Chapter Two: She Must Be A Cute Maid!

“Hey, don’t sit on the ladder! You’re supposed to be holding it” (Y/N) said holding tightly to the walls of the gym.

“My weight will keep it steady.” Furuhashi said squinting upwards watching like a hawk.

“Fine. Can you at least hand me the tape?” The young woman snapped her fingers to get him to pick up the pace.

“What are you guys doing out here?” Hara said walking up with his backpack slung over one shoulder.

“For the school festival they are going to be converting the gym into a haunted house. They asked (Y/N) if she could hang some decorations.” Furuhashi replied for (Y/N) who was busy getting her sign straight.

“Well, with the way you guys are, you could probably leave the sign up year round!” The girl said with a laugh.

Hara stepped back to slowly make out the sign.

“Abandon hope all ye who enter here? Oh ha ha.” Hara laughed sarcastically and scrutinized Furuhashi who was still staring up at (Y/N) intently. “What’s up with you?”

Not responding the blank eyed male simply shook his head and watched as another gust of wind blew through the air. His eyes narrowed as (Y/N) held down the back of her skirt.

“How hard is it to see up her skirt from this angle?” He mumbled more to himself than Hara.

Hara scoffed but couldn’t deny his eyes had wandered the second he noticed her up there. Her school uniform was too stiff to hope for any blow ups.

Both males were snapped out of it when (Y/N) turned around and sat on the top step of the ladder. Her legs were crossed tightly as she smirked down.

“I know you pervs have been trying to look up my skirt the whole time. Shows aren’t free you know?”

“Name your price I’ll write you a check.” Hara hollered up at her with a cocky look on his face.

“What if I don’t want money?” The young girl said uncrossing her legs but keeping them pressed together.

“What do you want?” Furuhashi asked with a smirk on his own face.

“Nothing you can give me.”

“Oh yeah try me.”

“Actually, only Hara can do it.” (Y/N) flashed him a knowing smile which instantly had the boy on the defensive.

“Hell no. You’ve been trying to convince me of this for a week and my answer is the same. HELL NO!!!”

“What? What does she want?”

“But you would make the cutest Undertaker! I even have the hair extensions your colour isn’t too far off!”

“I’m not wearing those long ass black nails and weird hat!”

“She just wants you to dress up?” Furuhashi asked confused.

“‘JUST’ wants? Would you put your dignity on the line and wear some stupid anime costume?”

“I’m so sexually frustrated by her at this point I would dress like Pikachu.”

“I’d like to believe I’m catching this out of context but if not, please keep your ‘furry’ tendencies to yourself.” Hanamiya said turning the corner with Yamazaki by his side. Taking notice of the sign (Y/N) had put up the captain smiled to himself. “Hey can we keep that after the stupid festival is over?”

Hearing this (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at Hara who returned the gesture. Getting to the bottom of the ladder she smoothed out her uniform and gave Hanamiya a big smile.

“Good morning Senpai!”

All boys halted their movements unsure if they’d heard properly.

“Since when do you call him Senpai?!” Yamazaki asked looking pretty red in the face.

“We’re all in the same grade even if he is older than you.” Furuhashi said glancing to Hara who was stifling a laugh.

“Plus he’s the shortest of all of us, hardly a senp-ugh” Hara was cut off from Hanamiya’s elbow making contact with his ribs.

“But he’s captain.” (Y/N) explained opening the door to walk into the gym. “I need to distinguish that som-”

A small gasp left her lips as her foot caught on the other and the young girl fell forward.

Yamazaki grimaced and tried to reach out a hand for her. Hanamiya rolled his eyes but stifled a laugh. And being the opportunists they were, Hara and Furuhashi quickly looked down and were almost satisfied to see her skirt had flipped completely up…almost.

“You were wearing shorts the whole time?!” Hara asked with a scoff.

“No that’s okay, I don’t need any goddamn help!” (Y/N) said tugging her skirt back down and standing up. Yamazaki was quick to her side examining her palms for cuts or potential bruises. “And of course I’m wearing shorts! You think I’m some naïve girl who doesn’t realize there are perverts like you around?”

Hara instantly recoiled at her snapping at him. Frowning, he all but shoved Yamazaki to get up in (Y/N)’s face.

“Me a pervert? You were gonna pimp yourself out to get me to cosplay!”

“I wasn’t going to follow through! I just figured you were as dumb as you look!”

“Don’t fight guys. I’m sure Mako hates hearing mommy and daddy fighting.” Hanamiya said sarcastically motioning to Seto who was sleeping with the robotic child on the other side of the gym.

“Say if you guys got divorced who gets to keep him?” Yamazaki asked teasingly.

“I would!” Both said quickly.

“What!? You didn’t even want to help take care of him!”

“Yeah well now that I’ve gotten to know you, no way would I leave him with your crazy ass!”

“You wouldn’t even know how to take care of a baby properly! You’ve never even kept him for a whole day, you wouldn’t know the first thing about being with him 24/7.”

“Bet I could.”

“Don’t do it.” Hanamiya whispered not subtly to Hara.

“Oh yeah? So we’re doing this?”

“Don’t.” The black-haired male warned again.

“I’ll keep him all week! No trade-offs, he stays with me the whole time!”

“Then deal!”

“Well I tried.” Hanamiya gave a resigning sigh.

“I can get him from you after the school festival, tomorrow.”

(Y/N) seemed to tense for a moment before coughing into her fist lightly.

“I’m actually not going to the festival.”

“What? Wait seriously?” Furuhashi asked looking suddenly interested in the change of conversation.

The whole team had made their ways into the gym by now and were waiting to hear an answer from (Y/N).

“Yeah it’s no big deal.”

“I thought your class was doing a cosplay café? That’s right up your alley.” Hara said sounding surprised.

“Here I thought you might even try to drag us along.” Hanamiya said neutrally though he was trying his hardest to read the girl.

“Haha yeah I’ve just been to a lot of these things. Tōō even had one not too long ago and I went with my ex. You’ve seen one you’ve seen em all. Besides I can cosplay any other time so all I’m really doing is helping put the costumes together.” (Y/N) shifted on her feet nervously before widening her eyes. “Which reminds me I promised I would help out this morning. Sorry senpai but I have to go! Hara just take Mako now okay?”

Before any of the guys could make further comments, she was running out the door.

“Wait you forgot your bag!” Seto called out for her but to no avail. None of the guys had even seen him sit up but watched as he slung his bag and hers over his shoulders. Walking up to Hara he placed the baby in his hands, who instantly started crying. “I’ll go give the bag to her.”

“NO wait I didn’t agree to take him yet! Bring Mako to her too!” Hara called out frantically but Seto ignored him all the way out the building.

Pulling a spare bottle from his backpack, Hara begrudgingly ‘fed’ the child getting it to quiet down.

“Ugh! Why does nothing ever work out for me? I was hoping she would try to drag us all along!” Yamazaki said crossing his arms in frustration.

“Why?” Furuhashi asked with a raised brow.

“Because I knew no matter how much she begged she would never get you guys to go! Then I could swoop in like ‘If it’s that important to you I guess I’ll go’ and she would be like ‘Yamazaki senpai do you really mean that?’” Yamazaki pitched his voice to sound higher causing the guys to cringe.

“If that’s the way (Y/N) sounds in your head then I’m surprised you still want her.” Hara said with a pop of his gum.

“Shut up! Besides I was hoping to see her in a cute cosplay!”

A sudden bolt of lightning went through the boy’s minds.

“She must be a maid!” All of them said in unison.

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.

.

“What the fuck was that? I wasn’t the only one who thought that was weird right?” Hara asked shaking his head as if trying to get something out.

“Ignoring that possible supernatural occurrence, I still think we’re onto something here.” Hanamiya said wiggling his jaw to get over the shock as well. “There’s no way she’d miss something like this. It’s more likely that she just wanted us to think she wasn’t going.”

“Being a cute maid is the perfect cliché for an otaku like her!” Yamazaki said with a sudden epiphany.

“Well that makes sense to me. I guess I’ll be going to the festival.” Furuhashi said with a nod to himself.

“You guys are desperate.” Hara mumbled to himself, now burping the baby.

“We don’t all have hordes of concubines like you.” Hanamiya said scrolling through his own phone.

“Maybe you would if you didn’t say shit like ‘concubines’.” Hara quipped, once again receiving a big middle finger.

“Besides weren’t you just sexually harassing her a second ago?” Yamazaki questioned his lavender-haired friend.

“Honestly, some of you are one missed place touch away from a lawsuit.” Hanamiya made a slightly disgusted face at the horny antics of some of his teammates.

“Don’t blow things out of proportion, she knows I’m joking. Besides if she wants to do or show me things, I wouldn’t stop her but she’s nothing amazing.”

“I think she’s actually pretty interesting, even if we don’t really know much about her.” Furuhashi commented with a little thought. “Do you guys even know her family name?”

“No, why?” Hara asked with a questioning head shake.

“I’m just curious since she always has us call her buy her first name. It’s foreign isn’t it?”

“Yeah so? Some people think foreign names are cute or some shit. I’ve fucked like 12 Japanese girls with foreign names.”

“Do you think she’s half?” Yamazaki asked with a curious tone.

Hara rolled his eyes at his teammates obsessing over the girl. He figured their infatuation with her would wear off after she stopped being so new. But she’d already been with them for over a month and still nothing.

He was grateful that at least Hanamiya was still acting normal. Well…normal for him.

~~~~~

Furuhashi was too busy ignoring texts from his parents to realize his driver had already pulled up in front of him. It wasn’t until the older man stepped out of the car to open the door for him that he looked up.

“Sir, Ms. Furuhashi has requested I demand you stop ignoring her. She and your father have a dinner meeting they would like you to attend.”

“And these people happen to have a daughter my age correct?” The blank-faced male said with an almost non-existent role of his eyes.

“Well not exactly. She’s in middle school if I’m not mistaken.”

“Ugghh, neither mine nor her parents have a shred of human decency.”

“Shall we get going?” His driver asked with a look that said he clearly agreed even though he was paid to not have an opinion.

The brown-haired male almost nodded when he noticed a certain girl walking out of the corner of his eye. (Y/N) hoisted her backpack higher up on her shoulder before exiting the gate and walking in the direction of the train station.

Which was odd, to say the least. Students from Kirisaki Daiichi aren’t exactly the “take the train” type. And she had mentioned having a driver once before so why would she need to lie?

“You can head home. I think I’m going to take the train home.”

“The train, sir?”

“Yes, you can tell mother I ran off or something. I promise I’ll be at the estate before dinner.”

With that he took off after (Y/N), leaving the driver dumbfounded and at a loss for what to do. Being an athlete, it didn’t take him long to catch up to the girl who looked surprised to see him suddenly walking along beside her.

“Hey Furu, uhh what are you doing here?”

“Well I figured I’d take the train home with you.”

“Seriously? You taking the train? Why?”

“I guess I wanted to get to know you.”

(Y/N) sputtered a bit at his totally honest answer.

“Uhh oh, I guess that’s alright.”

Furuhashi couldn’t help but notice that she seemed a little uneasy. It concerned him, as she usually wasn’t this way. Quite the contrary, she was usually exuding confidence so to see her shelling up was a bit strange.

Still he made no comment as he followed her to the train station, he’d never been at before. Looking around, he was a bit overwhelmed by the amount of people there. Looking down he caught the team manager looking up at him with quirked brows.

“You’ve never taken the train before have you?”

“I have. We usually take it to games.”

“Okay, so which train will take you home?” (Y/N) asked with a slightly amused tone in her voice.

“Ummm…”

“Tell me your address and I’ll be sure you get home.”

Furuhashi felt a slight blush creep onto his cheeks from the idea of her escorting him home when it definitely was supposed to have been the other way around.

Before he knew it, he was sandwiched between her and some other high school guy all while trying not to panic from the sheer amount of people.

“You alright Furu?” (Y/N) asked looking up at him with big eyes.

He wished she wouldn’t do that. Stare up at her with such wide genuine eyes…it made him…want to hurt her. Some type of cute aggression or just his sadistic tendencies were surfacing hard.

But more than that, she really was an interesting anomaly. Her front was completely smushed into his, yet she seemed totally uninterested. Without sounding cocky, he had to admit he wasn’t used to that.

Most of the KiriDai girls wouldn’t pass up the opportunity for a chance with him. In fact, many all but threw themselves at him, something the rest of the team slightly resented. It wasn’t that he had a great personality or had model looks compared to the rest.

Rather he was just one of the better looking “definite heirs”. Many other sons from these families had brothers or cousins to go up against for their inheritance. But him, being both the oldest and only male child, it was always clear he’d get the bulk of wealth from his family.

Most of the girls he went to school with could sniff that out on him like sharks to chum. It got him a lot of attention that he learned to politely yet uninterestedly return. But (Y/N) never seemed to care one way or another.

It could be that she didn’t know. She was originally from Tōō, after all and didn’t seem to know much about anyone’s connections, even within the basketball club. And to be fair, none of them knew her lineage either.

“What’s your last name?” He found himself blurting out from the sudden thought. The girl looked surprised again but didn’t take long to mull it over.

“(L/N).”

“So, I was right, you are half.”

(Y/N) seemed almost a bit offended by the comment causing Furuhashi to add on to his comment.

“More and more people are these days. Seto is too.”

“Yeah I know.”

“You do? How? He doesn’t really like people to know.”

“Then kind of shitty of you to tell me huh?” (Y/N) replied in a clipped voice before shaking off the annoyed look on her face. “Sorry, you’ve been his friend longer than I have, it’s just a sensitive topic personally. But he mentioned it to me once.”

“When?”

“Umm I don’t know, sometime before practice I think.”

“Huh.” Furuhashi mulled over her averted eyes and answer, recalling a very similar response from said male not too long ago.

How much did those two talk when nobody else was around? Zaki probably wouldn’t be too happy to find out about that. Not that it would mean anything if they did talk. Seto isn’t the type to hit on anyone and he’s even less of the type to be hit on.

A sudden scream drew him from his thoughts as few others looked down the train to see a young girl swatting at the guy behind her. Flicking his eyes to (Y/N) he noticed the instant look of disgust across her face as the train stopped and the highschooler went bolting out.

Nobody else said anything and some hadn’t even looked up at the sound of distress. If she wasn’t uncomfortable before, now (Y/N) looked ten times more tense as she crossed her arms over her chest and stood a little further back from him.

He wanted to ask her what just happened but figured he would just stay quiet until they were off the train. The ride was long and awkwardly silent. Furuhashi had gotten into this situation in the first place because he wanted to find out more about her.

He couldn’t help but wonder if she would be a candidate for him. Maybe if he was the one to bring forth the suggestion to his family, he wouldn’t feel so powerless in this whole situation.

Not that it had anything to do with her in particular but this mystery girl so far seemed to be the one private aspect his family hadn’t picked up on yet, much like the rest of the basketball team they weren’t aware he was even on.

“Hey come on, we’re getting off here.”

Furuhashi snapped out of his thoughts and looked outside the doors of the train. He didn’t recognize the station but to be perfectly honest he really wouldn’t have a reason to. Yet even stepping out he didn’t have much clue where he was.

“What you think the train would just drop you off directly in front of your house? We got a little walking to do.”

He followed after the girl like a lost puppy, simply taking her directions and not speaking a word the entire time. Furuhashi found himself strangely content with the situation. Regardless of their lack of conversation he was learning more about her just by being with her.

For starters, he’d never heard the name (L/N) in regard to wealth but it could be a big deal overseas. Besides that, the tuition for Kirisaki Daiichi was ridiculously expensive and clearly she had a enough to make a last minute transfer in from Tōō.

“Why did you transfer?” These questions were just running out his mouth the moment they popped into his head at this point.

(Y/N), who had been furiously typing away on her phone broke concentration long enough to look up at him with a small grin.

“You’re very talkative when you’re not with the other guys.”

Dead eyes bore through her with no comment.

“Hmm well I guess originally I didn’t care where I went. Tōō had dorms and I thought that was pretty cool so I figured I’d head there. I guess you could say I started to have some problems with people and I started to look for a new school.”

Furuhashi nodded along as he listened to her story. From the sounds of it she must have been bullied or treated pretty badly to make her want to transfer.

“I was already narrowing my applications down but that’s when I met my boyfriend. He was doing some early basketball training and well regardless of the grade gap we really hit it off. He convinced me to stay, to do it for him. He told me ‘screw everyone, be where you’re happy’! And for a while that was with him but then I started thinking about my future and what my ultimate goal was. For that I needed connections and what better place than the school for the wealthy and powerful?”

“So, you do care about that sort of thing?”

“From a business stand point I have to at least consider it. In a personal sense I won’t pretend to be your friend or be romantically inclined to someone just because they have money or power. My ex didn’t have much, he wasn’t poor or anything but ya know it didn’t matter to me.”

“What about you?”

“Hmm?”

“What is your social status? What sort of work does your family do?”

“Nursing.”

Furuhashi waited for her to say more. Like they owned a hospital or some million dollar nursing company. Really anything but that was where she was ending the topic.

“Nursing is a difficult career and a very important one.”

“Yeah it really is.”

Once again the conversation dropped off and the young man couldn’t understand where he was going wrong with her. He’d been looking her up and down since he’d caught up to her back at school. Her body movement seemed closed off and every so often when he would try to move closer so that their bodies would touch in anyway she adjusted herself just a little further away.

“Why are you acting so differently from how you do at school?”

(Y/N) clearly shifted uncomfortably. Furuhashi stared at her chest that had stopped rising and falling, noticing she was holding her breath. He was snapped out of it by her arms crossing over her breasts and clearing her throat.

“I just…I know you were joking earlier. But when you followed me and you keep looking a-”

Though he was the one who asked the question, Furuhashi was completely tuned out as he squinted at the approaching car down the road. Instantly recognizing it, he mentally cursed before looking around and dragging (Y/N) into the closest alley he could.

With one hand over her mouth, he pinned her to the side of the building with his weight and pressed into her in hopes of hiding them both in the shadows. While he had been staring into her eyes, he cast a glance to the side to see if the familiar car had already passed.

“Shit!” He yelped out, pulling his wounded hand away from (Y/N)’s mouth. Though she was clearly shaken, the girl was in a fighting stance as she eyed her teammate up and down.

“I know I talk about being an anime protagonist but I’m not okay with the sexual assault tropes.”

“What? No, I would never do that.”

“I don’t mind you joking about it with Hara or playing around. But you’ve been staring at me since you followed me on the train. And right now, what the hell was that exactly?”

“Just relax, I’m not trying to hurt you. I followed you because I want to get to know you, I don’t really get a chance to talk to you during the day. The staring…no good excuse for that, I need to work on it. And I only pulled you in here because my mom has my driver out looking for me.”

“What why?”

“I was supposed to accompany my parents to some business dinner, but I wanted to be with you instead. And I needed to hide you because I don’t want them finding out about you and ruining anything. They don’t know you exist so for now you’re something that’s only mine.”

He could clearly still see an uncomfortable look on the girl’s face and continued to elaborate.

“My parents control every aspect of my life. They tell me what I should wear, what classes to take, and which people I should be friends with. Basketball and you are something they can’t touch.”

“Your parents don’t know you’re in basketball?” (Y/N) said completely dropping her fighting aura in exchange for a saddened one.

“No, they would either find it to be a waste of time or push me so hard to be the best that I wouldn’t even enjoy it anymore. I’m actually sorry I’ve been so weird today.”

“I’ve just learned, the hard way, that anyone can hurt you. They can be friends like you and me or strangers like that guy groping the girl on the train.”

So that was what happened. Furuhashi mused silently in his mind over what she said.

“You’d consider us friends?”

“I consider all the guys on the team to be my friend. Whether or not they return the sentiment is irrelevant. And umm I’m sorry I bit you.”

The brown-haired male looked down at his palm and chuckled at the red teeth indentions.

“Haha at least you know now that I don’t take shit lying down!” (Y/N) said laughing into her own palm. “That must have been a different experience for you. Most girls at KiriDai would have been all over that situation. Being the only male heir to your family’s multimillion-dollar company must mean that I’m the first girl to have turned down a proposition that hard for you.”

He blinked several times, wondering if he had actually been saying absolutely everything he thought about, on the train, aloud.

“Don’t look so surprised. I told you I came here to make connections, of course I’d know the big names and their kids. But uhh don’t worry about me only being friends with you for your money or anything like that.”

“Oh no, I’m sure if you wanted that you wouldn’t have sunk your teeth so deeply into my flesh.”

“True. Come on, your place is just five minutes away. I’m really late and the person waiting on me is probably gonna be pissed.” (Y/N) said taking his uninjured hand and pulling him along. “And now that we’ve discussed it, I give you my consent.”

“Consent?”

“To flirt! It’s pretty fun playing around with you! If I ever get uncomfortable, I’ll let you know! And you do the same, kay? Plus, if you ever go too far, well you’ve seen a fraction of what I’m willing to do!”

Furuhashi looked at the girl’s strangely innocent smile and clenched his fist, feeling the throbbing in his palm. He gave her a small smile back before nodding.

“You really are pretty tough. No wonder you’re fitting right into the team so well.”

~~~~~

“You look like complete shit.” Furuhashi remarked with what could almost be described as a look of concern. “And I thought you weren’t coming today.”

“I fucking quit, man! I’m taking the L on this one and giving her back this hell spawn.” Hara said, practically shaking while he rocked the sleeping doll hoping the loud noise of the cultural festival wouldn’t wake him.

“This little shit cried all night and the baby was making a fuss too.” Hanamiya said coming up behind Hara, looking almost as tired.

“Did you help him?” Yamazaki asked with a surprised look in his eye.

“Not like I had a choice. He calls me at 10pm, crying like a little bitch that he cant get Mako to sleep and says he needs to come over. I said fuck that and I’d meet him at the school then head to his place.”

“He barely stopped crying this morning!” Hara said looking pretty demented from what had to have been a long night. “Let’s just find (Y/N), gawk at her in the Meid outfit and give this thing back.”

“Did we ever let Seto know about our plan?” Furuhashi asked finally noticing their missing teammate.

“I don’t think he came to school today, I didn’t see him in class.” Hanamiya commented looking more and more frustrated by the amount of people at the festival.

“Well his loss! Let’s go find her class’s cosplay café!” Yamazaki said with a determined voice, trotting forward.

The guys followed behind him while Furuhashi mused something over in his mind. He’d already figured what he was thinking but was willing to let Yamazaki have his fun.

“Ahh he’s crying again! Where the hell is Seto when I need him? He’s great with Mako!” Hara’s voice pierced the crowd as the robotic child he was holding began whimpering.

“What seriously, you’re gonna let another man be the father to your son?” Hanamiya asked sarcastically.

“Fuck all that! He can have my son and my bitchy baby mama too!”

“I’ll take them!”

“Geez Zaki hop off her dick already.” Hara said with an eyeroll. Before he could do anymore to soothe the baby, the orange haired male was scooping him up from his hands and trying to comfort him.

It was no surprise that Mako only began to scream louder as the energetic male wasn’t even holding him properly. Quickly regretting the decision, he shoved the baby into Hanamiya’s arms who looked so done at this point everyone was sure he would drop him like nothing.

Taking quick action Furuhashi grabbed the mechanic infant and flipped it on its stomach. A few fidgets later and the baby was no longer making a peep.

“What did you do?!” Hara asked excitedly now that his ‘child’ was quiet as a mouse.

“I just moved some wires around to shut off the audio. He shouldn’t make any more noise now.”

“Hah that bitch can suck it! Winning this bet will be so easy now! I know your whole family works with tech, I don’t know why I didn’t ask you before!”

“Isn’t that cheating?” Yamazaki asked condescendingly.

“Seriously? This team was created off the idea of cheating!”

“Ain’t cheating if the ref doesn’t catch it. Now are we gonna go find (Y/N) or what?” Hanamiya asked impatiently. Unlike Yamazaki, he didn’t find himself lusting after the idea of her in a skimpy cosplay but more so saw this as the perfect blackmail opportunity.

~~~~~

“What do you mean she’s not here?” Yamazaki practically shouted, clearly scaring a girl in an attack on titan cosplay.

“You’re talking about that gaijin from Tōō right? Yeah she helped us put all the costumes together but she never signed up to actually wait tables. She doesn’t really talk to anyone, so I don’t think any of us know where she is.”

“Goddammit! So then it was actually true? She really just didn’t want to come to the festival?” Yamazaki cried out turning to his teammates in disbelief.

“Huh I was pretty sure she was hiding something.” Hanamiya contemplated with a little shrug.

“I don’t think it’s her who wanted to hide.” Furuhashi spoke up finally ready to voice his theory.

“Whatdaya mean?” Yamazaki asked perking up slightly.

“Don’t she and Seto have a strange closeness despite them rarely talking during practice?”

“What would make you think that?”

“Seto knew before all of us about her singing, they always seem to be alone together before practice starts, he took off after her yesterday and never came back, plus both of them were gone today. On top of all that she knew some personal facts about Seto and I’m pretty sure she was planning on meeting him before I decided to take the train with her.”

“You took the train with her!? No way, did you walk her home?! And are you trying to say that (Y/N) and Seto are dating?!” Yamazaki asked looking totally betrayed.

“She walked me home. And I’m not saying they’re dating, I have a different idea. Do you remember that one time we got to practice a little early? What did we catch Seto doing?”

“Playing his weird little guitar thingy.” Yamazaki said with a blank face, nothing quite clicking yet.

“Hell yeah I’m gonna get my blackmail after all, just on a different person.” Hanamiya said with a grin before making his way out the room.

~~~~~

“Why the hell can’t we sit down, instead of hiding back here like creeps?” Hara complained not even attempting to try and see the stage from where they were standing.

“Because if Seto sees us before he goes up there then he won’t do it.” Hanamiya said looking over the open mic roster once more. (Y/N) and Seto should be up after this group dance was over.

“Wahhhh no fair no fair no fair! Why did (Y/N) ask Seto to perform with her?” Yamazaki said with a very unhappy pout.

“I know I’m clearly the most musically talented member on the team.” Hara interjected throwing his hand up in a ‘wtf’ motion.

“You wouldn’t have agreed to it!”

“This attention whore? Yeah he would have.” Hanamiya snorted. “Oh shit there they are! Come on, now we can go sit close while he’s distracted.”

The team moved quickly and quietly through the rows of chairs and tried to sit as close as they could without being noticed. They watched as (Y/N) adjusted her microphone and pulled her bar stool closer to Seto, who was tuning his ukulele.

The guys noticed that Seto must have been nervous as he never took his eyes off either his instrument, the floor, or (Y/N).

“I can’t believe he’s actually gonna do it.” Hara whispered as (Y/N) gave a nod to Seto who began strumming a beachy tune.

The girl seemed to really feel the music before turning to look at Seto deeply and began singing.

Driving to Hawaii, Surfing down the street.

Dreaming of these places I may never see.

Regardless of the prior warning, the team was gob smacked to hear how good she actually sounded. Hanamiya never handed out compliments and it wasn’t gonna start today but she was undoubtedly damn good.

Baby, if we get there things will be much easier and life won’t be nothing anymore.

Oh babe when we’re together there’s always such nice weather.

Yes we don’t need these places anyway.

Seto, gaining just a bit of courage, attempted to look up at the audience. He was surprised as a small hand was placed on his cheek turning him to face the singing girl instead.

The crowd went wild at the affectionate display, but three heads in particular snapped to Yamazaki to gauge his reaction. Surprisingly, it was pretty neutral as he continued to listen to the music.

We’ll strum out and be picking our guitars

We’ll drink all day and sing under the stars

How magically simple our life could be.

In fact, Hara almost looked more unhappy as he crossed his arms.

“Ehh I guess Seto is pretty good at the ukulele, but I can play the guitar much better so-”

Driving to Tahiti, let’s take off your bikini.

Jump in something warmer, fall asleep together.

“But you can’t sing like that.” Furuhashi retorted with an even blanker stare than usual.

None of the team knew Seto could sing, let alone sing this well. The tan male put all his efforts in singing as he passed his ukulele to (Y/N) who continued the melody.

“Holy shit, he’s good like actually good.” Hanamiya snickered to himself as he recorded his teammate, who still seemed oblivious to their presence.

“Not surprising, considering his parents and genetics.” Furuhashi retorted, still looking pretty impressed.

Baby when its all done we can grow our hair long.

And life won’t be nothing anymore.

Seto was looking at his partner as if he’d been the one to write the song and she was the one he wrote it for. The boys noticed Zaki bristle as Seto took a lock of (Y/N)’s hair and tucked it behind her ear.

Well babe when we’re together, there’s always such nice weather

Guess we don’t need these places anyway.

Driving to Hawaii, Surfing down the street

The two finished off the song singing in harmony before taking a few final strums and ending it. The applause for the two was heavy, almost verging on annoyingly so.

And that’s when tired eyes met with his team, a soft curse fell from his lips as the guys smirked at him. (Y/N) gave a disapproving pout before ushering Seto off the stage and to them.

“How cute, a little duet between lovers,” Hanamiya mocked pulling his phone away from Seto who tried to take a swipe at it.

“We were just singing together, as friends. I assumed you’d figure it all out eventually, actually I’m surprised it took you this long.”

The dark-haired male’s smirk slipped down a bit. He hadn’t figured it out at all, Furu had. He didn’t like that fact but also understood it. Furuhashi had been on a mission to find out more about (Y/N).

Hanamiya on the other hand…he wanted to know as little about her as possible and vice versa.

“I’ve told you in the past that I play a ton of different instruments, why didn’t you ask me to perform with you?” Hara asked, his ego clearly having taken a huge hit.

“Well I didn’t think you’d agree. You practically hate me, so I figured there was no way you’d do this for me.”

“Stop blowing things out of proportion, I don’t hate you. I want to get my music out there and your voice would have been perfect for the original songs I write. So next time ask!”

“On that note, how did (Y/N) convince you, of all people, to do this?” Furuhashi asked his teammate who had yet to stop casting glances off at the girl.

“She just asked.” Seto replied with a shrug.

“Yeah if I realized he was gonna say yes so quickly I wouldn’t have started off begging him so hard. I heard him playing that ukulele before practice and oh my god! Then his voice!? Literal angel bells, if he wanted to he could be famous with a set of pipes like that.”

The whole team saw it right there, one red-head in particular taking immediate notice. The way Seto finally looked away from her and a slight blotch of colour burned on his face, maybe it should have been obvious why he said yes.

“Ms. (L/N)! Mr. Hara!” The whole team looked up to see the health teacher marching up to the group with a purpose. Spotting the mechanic infant in Hara’s hands, their scolding face quickly slipped into one of understanding. “Ahh I see! The monitors were showing this infant had been crying for nearly an hour straight with no comforting attempts. But seeing as its silent, it could possibly an internal bug! Both of you come with me so we can get this fixed up.”

“Hopefully we can get it fixed, Mako was supposed to stay with daddy this weekend.” (Y/N) directed a knowing smile at Hara, who threw his head back and followed along begrudgingly.

The rest of the guys stood around watching the trio head off into the school.

“Ehh it was a good show. (Y/N) sang like a pro but I didn’t get the song. You can’t drive to Hawaii.” Yamazaki said, finally speaking up since the performance.

“Well yeah, that’s the point of the song. It’s about dreaming of the impossible.”

“Kind of like you dreaming you have a chance with (Y/N)?”

All the guys sort of froze at the cold tone in Yamazaki’s voice. Seto put on a convincingly confused face.

“We all saw the way you were looking at her. Just know that I do like her and I wont give her up without a fight.”

“Zaki, I think you’re taking this too seriously. (Y/N)’s cute, I admit that but that’s why… Look, you know I would never go for a girl like her, it just wouldn’t work out. Guys like me don’t date girls like her.”

“That’s what you say now! But I will get her first!”

“I don’t think either of you have a chance getting (Y/N)’s attention.” Hanamiya scoffed at the situation.

“Oh and like you would?” Yamazaki shot back with a furrowed brow.

“Umm yeah. She’s clearly still stuck on her ex. Aesthetically speaking, I look most similar. Evidentially she likes manipulative assholes and umm…” Hanamiya gestured to himself. “IF I wanted her, I could have her.”

“I didn’t lose the fucking bet!”

Four heads snapped up to see Hara and (Y/N) making their way back without Mako.

“Having someone shut off the audio for our baby is cheating and proves that you couldn’t even take care of him for 24 hours let alone the week. You’re lucky the teacher is sending him out to be fixed and if they find evidence of tampering, I’m throwing you under the bus!”

“Fine so you win and when we get Mako back you can take him.”

“Hell no, we said a week and that means regardless of this technicality you still get to keep our son for some daddy-baby bonding.”

“Whatever and stop referring to me as ‘daddy’ unless you’re gonna say it with a sexy voice.”

The two were finally right in front of the rest of the team and quickly took notice of the weird tenseness.

“Uhh what’d we miss?” Hara asked popping his gum rapidly.

“Hey, you were saying the other day that you needed help with chemistry, right?” Hanamiya suddenly asked (Y/N) off topic.

“Umm yeah. My grade is decent but not where I want it to be.” (Y/N) said cautiously, as if waiting for some mean sarcastic remark from her captain.

“On Sunday, lets meet up somewhere and study.”

“Really?! Okay! Here let me give you my number!” (Y/N) said quickly and enthusiastically as she typed her number into his phone.

All the guys gave Hanamiya a certain look he was all too familiar with, but the male simply shrugged his shoulder with a small smirk.

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[dessiekarma]

My Harem is Entirely Bad Boy Types (Kirisaki Daiichi x Reader) Pt. 1

Chapter 1: I’m Finally an Anime Protagonist!

“Please (Y/N)! I promise I’ll pick him up from your house after practice and keep him for tonight…for the whole weekend!” Hara said, practically on his knees.

 (Y/N) turned her head away stubbornly and held the bundle in her arms tighter. She made no move to get up from the bleachers.

 “You said that last time and never showed! He’s our responsibility and you need to do your share of the work!”

 “I will I promise, just not right now!”

 “Hanamiya is going to be here any minute. If you don’t get her out of here he’s going to be upset. You know he’s been a bitch ever since we lost to Seirin.” Furuhashi said glancing at the time on his phone.

 “He’s always been a bitch! And he’s gonna take it out on me.” Turning to (Y/N) the young man pressed his hands together pleadingly. “Look you can bring him to my house and I’ll take him or better yet wait for me outside and just pass him off to me when I’m out of practice. From there I’ll deal with him.”

 “DEAL with? You mean take care of! And why, so you can sneak out a different way and leave me waiting with a baby outside the gym? I don’t think so!”

 “If I let you stay my captain is gonna be so pissed off and I am not running suicides because of you!”

 “Your captain can kiss my ass!”

 “Ahh you can’t say things like that! Look you’re a new transfer so I get it, you don’t know Hanamiya but I’m warning you you’re gonna leave here in tears.”

 “And you are too if you don’t help me with this kid!”

 “Oh my god stop yelling.” Seto drawled sitting up from one of the back bleachers. “Why don’t you just take the damn thing and go home for today? Then you don’t have to worry about the captain meeting your girlfriend.”

 “She’s not my girlfriend! Besides he’ll be pissed if I bail on practice!”

 “But is that worse than the possibility of your girlfriend telling him to fuck off?”

 “I think Seto has a point.” Yamazaki said bouncing the ball against the gym wall. “Tell Caps you got sick or something.”

 “I guess. Will that satisfy you? I have to miss my practice to help.” Hara asked frowning at the girl who only huffed in annoyance.

 “Oh you have such a sad story to tell. I’m sacrificing too here! Do you know how much he cries!? I’ve missed countless episodes of new anime!”

 “You’re comparing sports to anime? I have to practice to get better, you can just watch the same episode the next day!”

 “Ummm and risk spoilers?”

 “You’re such a spoiled brat! I don-”

 “Why haven’t you guys started?” A deep voice rang through the gym. Everyone turned their heads to see their captain stroll in tossing his bag onto the floor.

 It wasn’t long until olive eyes spotted the unfamiliar face in the room. (E/C) eyes met his unblinking and a small stare off began. Hanamiya rose a brow at this poor lost soul that wondered into his gym.

 “Who the hell are you?”

 “You look…” (Y/N) began, still staring.

 “Please don’t.” Hara whispered knowing this wasn’t going to end well.

 The black-haired male had to stifle a blush from how intently the girl was staring at him. Thankfully a scowl covered that just fine.

 “Here, hold my baby.” The young woman said shoving the blanket at Yamazaki. Reaching out her phone she quickly typed something in before holding up an image of some anime character,

 “You look just like Kiyoshi Fujino from Prison School! Only meaner! Seriously you have the lock of hair between your eyes and everything!” The girl finally blurted out with an overly enthusiastic smile.

 Hanamiya didn’t know what to say. Something was clearly wrong with her, to talk to him so comfortably. With a click of the tongue he marched up to her, placed his hand on her head and turned her back towards his team.

 “Okay who’s is this and what the hell is it doing in my gym?” Hanamiya said with his finger poking directly into her cheek.

 Everyone stayed quiet, though Yamazaki attempted to pass what he was holding to Seto who shoved it right back. A small game of hot potato quickly ensued before piercing cries filled the gym. If the fires of hell weren’t in Hanamiya’s eyes before they were sure burning now.

 “Whose baby is that? What the hell is going on in here? I was only five minutes late!”

 Somehow the screaming baby ended up in Hara’s hands as he tried to rock it back and forth to stop the crying.

 “If I don’t get an answer everyone is doing suicides until midnight.”

 And just like that everyone, including the unknown girl, broke out in explanation at once. Some were making hand gestures while others added sound effects and mimics to drive their points home. However not a single point was reaching Hanamiya’s ears in the jumble of voices.

 “Oh my god its like having a gym full of children. One at a TIME!” This silenced everyone.

 Furuhashi being the most level headed and with the calmest voice decided it be best if he explained lest the whole team suffer. He cleared his throat before beginning.

 “The baby is Hara’s and that girl’s. He brought her here and the rest of us have nothing to do with it.”

 “What!” Hara shouted only causing the baby to scream again at the loud sound.

 The captain tried taking that information in and it was surprisingly more difficult than he imagined. Looking down at the girl whose head was still in the palm of his hand he looked back at Hara and then back again. Sizing her up he directed his next words to her.

 “You let HIM do you? Pfft have some self-respect.”

 “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Hara exclaimed not expecting this interaction to go down this way.

 “Ahh no! It’s not like that.” (Y/N) began explaining, however Hanamiya already released her and was walking over to Hara.

 Hooking a finger into the fold of the blanket he pulled it down so he could see the baby’s face. The moment it was revealed he didn’t know whether to laugh or just be more confused.

 “What the hell? This is a doll!” Hanamiya said with an amused tone. “I knew you couldn’t pull her.” With that he flicked the doll on the cheek only for it to begin screeching again.

 “Hey! This thing records mishandling actions!”

 “Don’t call him a thing!”

 “Okay enough with the misleading conversations, Hara what the hell is happening?”

 “Well (Y/N) is in my health committee and we got paired up. The supervising teacher saw it in some American movie and now we’re stuck with this dumb assignment for the semester. It tracks everything and needs to be fed, burped, changed its honestly like a real baby and its ruining my life!”

 “Ruining your life? Why don’t you tell your captain why I’m here?!”

 “She says I n-”

 “I’ll tell you why I’m here! We’ve had this baby for an entire week and he hasn’t been helping me at all!”

 “That’s not true!”

 “Yes, it is! The only time you lift a finger is when the teacher is around! But other than that you leave him with me the rest of the day and night. You never ask if we can watch him together or if I need a break and offer to take him. No, you just assume that I’ll pull your weight with this project.”

 “Well you are a girl. Isn’t this more natural for you? I mean that’s like your Main purpose in life.”

 “You sexist piece of shit!”

 “Listen! As much as I don’t care, why the hell do you think sticking around here is going to help him take responsibility.” Hanamiya asked looking a little creeped out at the life like doll.

 “Because I know you can’t change some people through kindness…but you can make their lives the eighth circle of hell until you get what you want.” (Y/N) replied with a pout directed at the clearly unhappy Hara.

 Hanamiya was dead silent before nodding.

 “Alright she can stay.”

 “Excuse me!?”

 “Come on Hara how can you possibly abandon the mother of your child?” Hanamiya said snatching the baby away from him and cradling it. “Have some sympathy for a single mother!”

 “We literally break people’s legs!”

 “But not young girls’ hearts!” Hanamiya mocked, sticking his tongue out at the male.

 “Whatever happened to ‘don’t do anything I wouldn’t do’?”

 “Well I would never leave a girl alone to care for my baby. My mama didn’t raise a deadbeat. A fucking psycho asshole, maybe, but no deadbeat.”

 “This is bullshit! You just want to watch me suffer!”

 “Yes! And as much as I want to torture Hara I don’t want this to backfire on myself. So keep that thing from crying, don’t be loud yourself, I don’t babysit, and lastly…”

 Hanamiya looked back at the bleachers to see (Y/N)’s bag sitting there. Anime keychains dangled from every zipper along with patches of favourite characters sewn into the fabric. “You’re an otaku?”

 (Y/N) nodded.

 “Don’t ship any of us or your ass is out of here. Understood?”

 “Perfectly!”

 Hanamiya handed the baby to her before holding his hands out for Yamazaki to throw him the ball. Catching it quickly he motioned for his team to get on the court. Dribbling the ball slowly he turned to (Y/N) once more.

 “By the way did you give it a name?” The male said nodding to the baby.

 “Makoto. But I just call him Mako.”

 “Swimming anime, right?”

 “Why do you know that?” Yamazaki called out but was ignored by his captain.

 “I didn’t name him, Hara did.”

 “Oh…really?”

 “Yeah I said I wanted to give him a cute name and he chose that.”

 “uhhh…”

 “Is something wrong?”

 “That’s…uh… my name.”

 The team heard the exchange and were stifling laughter while Hara looked like he literally wanted to dissolve into the floor.

 “…We aren’t off to a great start with that no shipping rule.”

~~~~~~~

 “How come he never cries with you?!” Hara whisper yelled at his napping teammate. Seto patted the mechanical child laying on his chest and shrugged.

 “Its always asleep when I have it. If you want it to cry I can try to make a basket with him?”

 “Yes!” Yamazaki said perking up from his spot on the bleachers.

 “NO! That witch will string me up to the basketball net if you tried.” Hara mumbled.

 “Witch? You should be lucky you got someone tolerant enough to put up with your shit!” (Y/N) says sneaking up behind Hara and poking her fingers into his sides. “I should have gotten a hot and sweet guy to be partnered with, but I’m stuck with you.”

 The boy jumped but regained himself fast enough to deliver a smack to the girl’s forehead.

 “I’ll have you know girls think I’m extremely handsome.”

 “Your mama doesn’t count.” Hanamiya said while tying his shoes.

 “No but yours does.” Hara quipped not missing the finger Hanamiya threw him. Turning back to (Y/N) he saw her giggling before a thought seemed to pop in her head.

 “You know, I joke but I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen your entire face. What do you guys think?”

 The other five players looked at each other in bewilderment.

 “I can’t say I’ve seen more than this. Any of you?” Furuhashi asked to which he was met with silence.

 “Hey pin your bangs back.” Hanamiya said sitting up straighter and leaning closer.

 “No way! Let’s just drop it.”

 “It’s just your eyes, what are you hiding?” Furuhashi asked curiously.

 “Do you have a lazy eye?” Seto asked seriously.

 “No!”

 “Heterochromia?” Furuhashi asked after thinking for a bit.

 “Come on guys…”

 “Leave him alone, maybe he has super thick eyebrows or something.” Yamazaki said cooly as if he didn’t care about the matter at all.

 “What’s wrong with thick eyebrows?” Hanamiya glared back slowly.

 “Nothing!”

 “NO its nothing like that.”

 “So what’s the reason? Are you a cyclops?” Hanamiya asked taking the baby from Seto out of boredom and bouncing it in his lap.

 “Leave me alooone!”

 “Oof, do you have scars?” (Y/N) asked with an otaku twinkle in her eyes and a sultry dip in her voice.

 “What the fuck? Are you into that? Anyway who cares?” Hara mumbled with his arms crossed.

 “Please! We have a child together and I’ve never even seen your face.” (Y/N) said tugging on his arm.

 “Fine, I’ll show you my eyes and you show me your tits. We do have a child together after all.” Hara said with a nasty smirk on his face that faltered when he saw the girl place a hand to her lips in contemplation.

 “Is she seriously thinking about it!?” Yamazaki exclaimed on behalf of the whole team.

 “I wanna see too.” Furuhashi remarked taking a step closer.

 “His eyes or her chest?” Seto asked suddenly a little more awake.

 “Yes.”

 “Nah I’ll save the flashing for a bigger, better exchange.” (Y/N) said shrugging and taking a seat.

 “So that possibility is still on the table?” Hanamiya asked half joking and half legitimately curious.

 “Surprisingly you managed to bring a girl of interest into this gym, unlike the last one Yamazaki brought in.” Furuhashi remarked to Hara.

 “Hey, I never asked her to come to my practices.” The accused male spoke out with a pout.

 As if suddenly remembering something Hara perks up and turns to the girl.

 “By the way I’ve been meaning to ask why do you keep coming to all of our practices? I thought the whole point was you wanting a break? You’ve been here every day this we-”

 “Did you read that Attack on Titan chapter?” Hanamiya asked suddenly sitting one row above the pair.

 “Of course!” (Y/N) said suddenly putting all her attention on him. It would seem that the two had managed to find a common interest. Hanamiya wasn’t a superfan like her but he appreciated the story.

 “That was a pretty brutal way to go. I thi-”

 “Ahh spoilers!” Yamazaki said clasping his hands over his ears.

 “Read the manga!” Both Hanamiya and (Y/N) shouted out exasperatedly.

 “Oh by the way I brought more sports drinks for you guys.” (Y/N) said digging through her bag producing small bottles along with some snacks. “Furu you said you preferred pears to protein bars right? Seto, I found these coffee flavored protein bars. Hanamiya you didn’t tell me what you like, so choose anything! A pack of gum for Hara and Zaki you’re usually hungry so I brought you a few snacks to choose from.”

 “Ahh you’re the best! I knew Hanamiya made a good choice asking you to stick around.” Yamazaki said reaching for a drink only to stop and cringe at his rambling.

 “You asked (Y/N) to stay?” Hara asked with surprise. “I didn’t think you’d ever actually go and recruit us a manager.”

 “He didn’t ask me to be your manager. More like told me that for being a nuisance the least I could do was help out a bit. I just bring you guys food and run a few errands.”

 “Yeah I mean if she’s already here cause of Mako why not make her more useful?” The captain said with a shrug.

 “It would give me something to do while I’m here an-” (Y/N) stopped as her phone chirped in her pocket. She quickly pulled it out and held a finger up as if to say give her a moment. “Hey lov- Oh I’m just here at practice…umm sure.”

 Placing a hand over the receiver she whispered to the team.

 “I’ll be right back.”

 The guys watched her walk out hearing her conversation fade away.

 “Hey, what can you tell me about (Y/N)?” Yamazaki asked quickly as if it was on the tip of his tongue for a while.

 “What do you mean?” Hara asked skeptically.

 “I mean you don’t mind if I go for her? This whole baby momma thing is just an assignment, right?”

 “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Furuhashi spoke up.

 “What? Why not?”

 “If she’s going to be around for a while dating her may make things awkward.”

 “How!?”

 “Well one nobody wants to see you two making out in here.” Seto stated lazily.

 “And if it doesn’t work out it will cause a bunch of tension. Don’t you think so Hanamiya?” Furuhashi said looking to his captain for approval.

 Hanamiya lifted his hands in a questioning manner.

 “I don’t really care who you do or date. If things get awkward you can both jus-”

 “Umm hey Hara I’ll take Mako back home with me, something came up.” (Y/N) said having jogged back into the gym. Her face appeared a bit flushed as she held her arms out for the baby.

 “You aren’t staying today?” Yamazaki asked placing a hand on her shoulder.

 “No I really need to go.”

 “Well is it an emergency? I don’t like people skipping out on practice.” Hanamiya said shooting her a challenging look. Surprisingly she simply shook her head.

 “I’m sorry but missing one day won’t hurt, right?”

 “Hey, if its an emergency I can call my driver to take you home.” Seto offered.

 “No, I already called my own and he’s coming to get me. Thanks guys!” (Y/N) finally gathered all of her things along with Mako and headed for the exit.

 “Practice starts at the same time tomorrow!” Hanamiya called out to her only her to continue walking as if she hadn’t heard him.

 “What was up with that?” Yamazaki asked with concern laced in his voice.

 “Time of the month maybe?” Hara asked with a shrug.

 “Are you sure it wasn’t serious she left right after that phone call.” Yamazaki pressed on.

 “It’s probably nothing let’s practice.” Hara said standing up and taking a ball out onto the court.

 When nobody moved for a second Hara sighed in frustration.

 “If it was anything serious she wouldn’t have come back in to get Mako. There was probably some anime update or a sale on merch a friend told her about. She’ll be back tomorrow I guarantee you.”

~~~~~

 “It’s been a week and a half. ‘She’ll be back tomorrow.’” Yamazaki mocked Hara as he chased a cherry tomato out of his salad.

 “You’re just mad because you couldn’t ask her out before she ran off.” Hara said rolling his eyes though no one could tell.

 “Wait is that why she left!? Do you think she heard me talking about her and it scared her off?!”

 “I don’t think that’s the case. She’s been ignoring me in class too if it makes you feel any better.” The violet haired teen said sipping from a soda can.

 “That’s actually worse.” Hanamiya spoke absentmindedly drumming his fingers on the table.

 “Who cares? If she doesn’t want to come around then what’s the big deal? She’s making it easier on me to pass this dumbass class project and she didn’t do much for the team. Or were you planning on asking her out too?” Hara directed the question at Hanamiya.

 “What?! No way I called dibs!” The tomato went shooting across the room.

 “’Dibs’. What are we 11 years old?” Furuhashi deadpanned.

 “No, I wasn’t going to ask her out. But when I invite someone into my gym I expect them to be there until I tell them they can leave. You have no clue what’s up with her?”

 “None, maybe she just doesn’t want to be around us. It wouldn’t be the first time and I give her props for lasting so long.”

 “Instead of speculating we can just ask.” Seto offered lifting his head up from the table.

 “I’ve tried she won’t talk to me in class unless its about Mako.”

 “Ask her now. She always hangs out in one of the choir practice rooms during lunch.”

 “How do you know?” Hanamiya lifted a brow at his teammate. Seto looked up at the ceiling for a bit as if mulling over an answer.

 “I don’t know she mentioned it once, I think. Look we can ask and if you don’t like what she has to say at least you have an answer.”

 “Fine lets go.”

 “So what? Five of us are just going to gang up on one girl?” Furuhashi asked wearily. “If she gets scared this could blow up in our faces.”

 “We’re just talking. What’s she going to do call the police?”

 “I’m just saying coming on too strong is going to freak her out.”

 “Well then I’ll talk to her and you guys can hang out in the hall until I clear you!” Yamazaki suggested.

 “That’s actually not a stupid idea but we’re sending Hara.” Hanamiya said thinking it over quickly.

 “Why?!” Both boys exclaimed.

 “(Y/N)’s known Hara longer she’s probably most comfortable around him. Besides he’s the only one of us who would have a reason outside of basketball to talk to her.”

 “No! I’m not begging her to come back!” Hara mumbled.

 “You’re not begging just questioning.” Furuhashi said packing up his lunch box. “If we’re going to catch her we need to leave now.”

 Hara groaned but reluctantly followed his teammates across the campus.

 “So what does she do in the practice room?” Yamazaki asked Seto trying to acquire as much info on her as he could. The tan male pulled his backpack higher up on his back and shrugged uncomfortably.

 “She just screws around on the piano and sings. She’s pretty good.”

 “You’ve heard her sing!? How?! We’ve only known her for a few weeks!” The questioning male pouted slightly.

 “Yeah she gets to basketball practice pretty early and she’s always singing anime openings. I think she figures I’m sleeping or something.”

 “Well now I have to hear her too!”

 “You might get your chance.” Hanamiya mumbled motioning his head to the slightly ajar practice room.

 All five males crowded the door way and peered inside. (Y/N) was sitting in front of the piano with a large pair of earphones on. She appeared to be bopping her head to the music and fiddled around with the piano trying to get a tune just right

 “Okay so do I just wait for her to come out or go in and say I need to talk t-”

 Suddenly the girl found the right keys and caught the boys’ attention as she played a repetitive little tune.

 “That sounds kind of familiar?” Hanamiya questioned racking his brain for where he’d heard the tune. Hara scoffed and crossed his arms.

 “Knowing her otaku ass, it’s probably some anime ope-”

 “His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy.

There’s vomit on sweater already, mom’s spaghetti.”

 The guys had no reaction to their newly acquired half teammate suddenly busting out into a full-blown rap song.

 “You better lose yourself in the music, the moment.

You own it, you better never let it go.

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow.

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime!”

 “She’s good and at the same time I feel like this is really wrong.” Yamazaki said with his jaw still slack.

 “Thank you. And it probably feels wrong because you’re spying on me.” The girl at the piano suddenly said as she completed her verse.

 Taking off her earphones she turned to the door with a clear look of frustration. It was only then that Hanamiya felt truly stupid when he realized her earphones hadn’t been plugged into anything.

 “I told the guys you were a pretty good singer, I didn’t realize you were a decent rapper too.” Seto tried to compliment the girl hoping to smooth things over.

 He saw her cheeks flush a deep red but her angry face didn’t soften one bit. Looking away she attempted to move around the group of boys.

 “Thanks. My next class starts in like ten minutes I need to go.”

 “No you don’t.” Hanamiya said grabbing her arm and yanking her back. “We didn’t come all the way down here for you to not talk to us.”

 “What’s there to talk about?”

 “You stopped coming to practice.”

 “I decided it was too hard to take Mako back and forth so it’s easier if I just keep him.”

 “See I told you!” Hara said throwing his hands up in the air. “She doesn’t want to be here so let’s ju-”

 “Now why do I think that’s the most bullshit excuse I’ve ever heard? Oh right because not too long ago I find you in my gym being a fucking crybaby about pulling Hara’s weight, now suddenly you’re saying its easier to do the exact opposite?” The dark-haired male hovered over (Y/N) threateningly.

 “So what if I’m lying or not? I don’t want to go.”

 “Also bullshit because you told me that you loved coming to practice. And see the thing is Kirisaki Daiichi basketball has one big rule; once you’re in you’re not out until you graduate or get kicked out.”

 “Look guys its nothing personal I just can’t be around you.”

 “No come on! Don’t pay attention to the scare tactics just be honest.” Yamazaki said stepping forward. “Are you scared? Is it eating too much time?”

 (Y/N)’s eyes finally softened before she let out a disheartening sigh.

 “It’s my boyfriend.”

 “You have a boyfriend?” Yamazaki asked shocked and slightly disappointed.

 “He says he’s just not comfortable with me being around the team so much.”

 “So what you just do whatever he says?” Seto asked bewildered, (Y/N) didn’t seem like the type

to let someone walk all over her.

 “No but we’ve been together for a long time and he sort of gave me an ultimatum either I stop

hanging around you guys or he would break up with me. And I know how stupid and controlling

that sounds but he honestly just cares.”

 “Well what class does he have right now we can go talk him into letting you do what the hell

you want.” Furuhashi said in a clipped voice.

 “He goes to my old school, Tōō. You might know him, he’s on the basketball team.”

 Hanamiya was sure he misheard. A basketball player from Tōō who didn’t want (Y/N) around

him. The whole ‘I’ll break up with you’ mind game made perfect sense now.

 “I guess that’s it then we might as well leave.” Hanamiya said with a shrug and began walking

away.

 “What? You dragged my ass clear across the school and we’re just leaving?” Hara said looking

100% done with the entire situation.

 “You heard what she had to say. I don’t want someone’s doormat associated with the team.”

 “I’m nobody’s doormat.”

 “Your boyfriend told you who you could and couldn’t hang around with and you jumped at the

snap of his fingers. Don’t kid yourself.”

 “This is one thing. He’s never asked for something like this before. He’s a level-headed calm

cool guy. Sure maybe this is some dark jealous side to him but I can respect him enough to hear

him out.”

 “Well you heard him out and what did he say? That we’re dangerous? Have we hurt you in any

way?”

 “…No.”

 “Then use your own fuckin brain to think for yourself. He says we’re dangerous but you

know we aren’t. Doesn’t your experience mean more than his assumption?” Hanamiya smirked

at the girl knowing she would have nothing else to say.

 “If you like spending time with us just tell him that! You’re allowed to have guy friends and now

that we know you have a boyfriend, we won’t make any moves on you.” The orange haired

teammate said with a friendly smile.

 “I don’t know, Zaki.”

 “Come on, he isn’t actually going to break up with you. If anything, he’ll be glad you stood up

for yourself.” Hanamiya said urging her on.

 (Y/N) looked around at the guys questioningly before nodding. She had bailed on them without

notice and it hadn’t been sitting right in her stomach that her boyfriend asked her to not be

friends with the team. She’d heard horror stories and knew that their personalities were

difficult. But so was Aomine’s and her boyfriend seemed to tolerate him just fine.

 “You’re all right. I’m going to call him right now and tell him that I’m staying part of the

basketball team or hanging out, whatever the hell I was doing before. Excuse me for a moment.”

The girl said as she walked into a nearby room with her phone already dialed.

 Hanamiya let out a chuckle followed by a content hum before walking towards the exit.

 “You aren’t going to wait for her?” Hara asked skeptically.

 “No, why would I?” A familiar tone echoed from the captain’s mouth.

 “You’re not actually letting her back on the team, are you?” Furuhashi asked though his tone sounded as if he already knew the answer.

 “Seriously? All these mind games got me fucked up here. Do we want her back or not?” Hara asked smoothing his fringe down.

 “Of course not. Maybe before she pulled this weak ass shit on me, I would have considered keeping her around but now? She’s dead to me.”

 “Come on, dead to you? Seriously?” Seto asked with his hand up in a questioning manner. Leaning over to Hanamiya he whispered to him, “Didn’t you want to ask her to be our manager or something? We actually really need one of those.”

 “Yeah and? We’ll find another, dumb girls like her are a dime a dozen at this school.”

 “You’re not really going to do that to her, are you?” Yamazaki asked with wide eyes.

 “Why not? She’s flaked on us once. Turn your back on me and I turn my back on you. She will end up leaving again when her stupid boyfriend asks, so why give her that chance?”

 “So, now I have no boyfriend and no team.” A cracked voice came from behind the group of boys. The tears running down her face had clearly already been there prior but there was no doubt that they were building more so now. “You’re right though. Sorry for wasting you guys’ time.”

 (Y/N) wiped her eyes, walked up to a locker to retrieve her bag before powerwalking out the music building.

 “I kinda feel like an asshole.” Seto said watching as the girl disappeared before something in the practice room caught his attention.

 “Yeah that’s probably not a new feeling.” Hara said not sure what else to do in this situation.

 “Wow this was a MAJOR dick move.” Yamazaki cringed to himself.

 “I didn’t think Imayoshi would actually break up with her.” Furuhashi said a little stunned as well.

 Hanamiya had an unreadable expression on his face. Almost as if he’d expected everything yet was still thrown off. The team saw him close his eyes and run a hand through his hair.

 “Shiiiit.”

 “To make matters worse, she left Mako in the practice room. I should probably go give him ba-”

 Before Seto could finish or Hara could take the baby, Hanamiya scooped him up and started sprinting outside.

 “Do you think he’s going to apologize?” Seto asked uncertainly.

 “I doubt it but I won’t risk missing it on the off chance he does.” Furuhashi said taking off just as quickly.

 The rest of the team followed.

 Outside Hanamiya saw the wind blowing through the many cherry blossom trees this bougie ass school had planted all over the ground. Pink petals drifted down slowly but through it he could see (Y/N) sitting on a bench not too far away.

 As he drew closer he slowed his steps. (Y/N) seemed to notice him but had no reaction.

 “You forgot Mako.” Hanamiya said handing him to her, which she willingly took.

 “Thanks.”

 The wind was the only sound between the pair for a few tense seconds.

 “I didn’t think your boyfriend was going to break up with you. I didn’t think you’d let him, I assumed you were just gonna do whatever he asked.”

 “The funny thing is that neither did I. We’d only been dating a little while, but I thought we were perfect for each other. I didn’t think something like this would be what ended it. I mean I never get jealous. You should see the girl on Tōō’s team. She’s smart, gorgeous, killer figure and friendly but I never said a single thing because I trust him but I guess he doesn’t trust me. I mean it’s not like I’m on a team with Kise Ryouta.”

 “You’re saying none of us are as good looking as Kise?” Hanamiya asked with a straight face which caused (Y/N) to actually crack a smile.

 “You know what I mean. I thought he was my forever. It just wasn’t supposed to be this way.”

 “Yeah well it is this way so suck it up and move on. I wanted you as manager because I you seemed stronger than this.”

 “But you said-”

 “I was obviously joking. I thought you had a pretty thick skin when I first met you, don’t tell me you’re secretly a wuss.”

 “I’m not. It’s just, I guess after what happened with-”

 “Get up and get over it. I’m sure you’ll get over your shitty highschool boyfriend.”

 (Y/N) was standing in front of Hanamiya finally looking at him with dry eyes.

 “I won’t baby you and neither will anyone else. You need to be as strong as any of the guys. I won’t have people talking shit about anyone on my team.”

 “On the team? Really?”

 “Don’t get sentimental on me either. We need a manager. You’ve dealt with all the shitty paperwork for the school and logging practice hours with the least annoying side effects. Plus, we just unintentionally talked you into ending a long-term relationship, you can’t find that kind of gullible-”

 “I’m not gullible!”

 “Okay whatever. Point is you’re easy.” Seeing a heated look rise in her face Hanamiya backtracked just a bit. “Not what I meant. Look you’re an easy person to be around, we don’t find many people that are compatible with us on your level. But if you become inconvenient or start stressing me out there’s no reason to keep you around got it?”

 “You’re an ass but yeah I do.”

 “I know and good.”

 (Y/N) smiled at her new captain and he stared down at her with his usual hard cold eyes. The corner of his mouth twitched softly before a gentle breeze blew several pink petals into his face.

 “What fresh hell is this?” Hanamiya grumbled spitting away the petal stuck to his lip.

 “Achoo! I really need to get inside. Achoo! I have the- Achoo!- worst allergies to pollen and Achoo! You know what let’s just go!” The young woman managed to get out between her sneezing fit.

 Hanamiya was busy swiping the pink layers of Satan out of his face and picking them from his hair that he didn’t realize his team was standing not too far from them.

 Once all of them were back inside the four teammates couldn’t help but stifle laughs at their captain and new manager.

 Somehow the petals got all over Hanamiya and (Y/N)’s nose and eyes had gone bright red.

 “I can’t believe you’re our new manager!” Yamazaki said excitedly to (Y/N) who finally stopped her sneezing fit.

 “I know I’m really excited.”

 “I’m sure you are. Being the only girl it’s gonna be like having your own reverse harem.” The orange haired male said with a large grin.

 “This would be the worst harem ever. You guys are all the same archetype.” (Y/N) said with a small laugh.

 “What does that mean?” Hara asked, still not as knowledgeable about anime.

 “You guys are all the bad boy type. Then again a harem with all bad boys could be fun.”

 “What’s she talking about?” Furuhashi whispered to Hara.

 “I have no clue.” He whispered back with a shrug.

 “I guess this makes me an anime protagonist!” (Y/N) said smiling.

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[dessiekarma]

All My Friends Are Heathens (Hanamiya x Reader)

Warning: Excessive Cursing Why’d you come? You knew you should have stayed. I tried to warn you just to stay away. And now they’re outside ready to bust. Hanamiya sat with critical eyes watching for a misplaced toe or wobble of the legs. The sooner he gave (Y/N) her critiques the sooner he could get out of this frozen hell. It looks like you might be one of us… The music finally died out and (Y/N) remained in her final pose for a few seconds before breaking and looking up at her boyfriend panting through a smile. “How was that one, babe?” “I actually liked this song but after listening to it this many times I think my ears are bleeding.” Hanamiya scoffed touching a hand to his ear and pulling it away to examine it. “Come on be serious. How was my skating? I know I stumbled on my landing after my first spin. Did you catch anything else?” “Your left leg kept twitching and your posture is kind of shit. Also, you get this stupid constipated look on your face right before your difficult tricks.” (Y/N) hung on to every word he said and made mental notes to correct these issues the next time she practiced. “So, we’re done for today right?” Hanamiya asked, getting up out of his seat in the stands. “You can head home but I’m gonna stay and run through it a few more times.” “No, you’re going home too, it’s getting dark. I’ll walk you home now and you can come practice tomorrow.” “No thanks Mako. The competition is in less than a month and I need all the practice I can get.”

The male sneered and rolled his eyes. He didn’t know much about figure skating and had only been introduced to it because of his girlfriend. Even so, he could tell that her moves were nearly flawless. What more did she want? “Why kill yourself over it? On a technical level your moves are where they should be. The scoring for stuff like this is a shit system anyway. At least with basketball it’s all legitimate points, you made the basket or you didn’t. Your stuff is all subjective. Like what if a judge just hates the song you chose or something?” “Do you think it’s too much? I wanted to do something totally different but maybe I went a little too far? Should I have gone with something more traditional? Maybe ‘Time to Say Goodbye’ or ‘I Dreamed a Dream’? My choice is a little too modern and outlandish isn’t it?” “Your song is fine. You wanted something different and this one is. If you choose a typical song chances are someone else will choose the same one and then it will be a direct comparison between you and them.” “You’re so smart, love!” (Y/N) said happily skating closer to where he had been sitting. “Thank you for helping me practice.” “If you really want to thank me you’ll pack up those skates and let me walk you home already.” Hanamiya said grumpily only for the girl to smile wider. “Fine, you deserve a break!” (Y/N) began unlacing her skates as her boyfriend watched her impatiently. Finishing up she walked over to him and grabbed his face lovingly. “Stop pouting, come on I’ll buy you a coffee.” Hanamiya huffed and pulled away from her embrace only to grab her hands and begin leading her out of the rink. He knew this would keep up until the day of the competition but in the end, he knew she shouldn’t worry. She would definitely win. ~~~~~ “What does sharpening the skates do?” Yamazaki asked curiously as (Y/N) examined the blades of her favorite skates. “Makes it less likely for me to fall and bust my ass.” “An ass like that, you’ll bounce right off the ice.” Hara muttered to Seto who took a step away from the male right as a skate came inches away from his crotch. “One more Hara and I swear I’ll castrate you.” “Shit I think I swallowed my fucking gum! Assault! Assault with a deadly weapon!” Hara screamed getting the attention of a few people who looked at him with unamused faces. He laughed along with (Y/N) who couldn’t help but crack a smile. “Do it (Y/N). I will literally pay you to slice his junk off.” Furuhashi said reaching for his wallet. “Why so you can get off to it, sadist? Pervert! Pervert! Per-” Furu slapped his hand across the screaming male’s mouth roughly, thankfully before even more people turned to stare. “No because it might make you shut the fuck up for once in your life. You cause a scene everywhere we g-” An overexaggerated wet sound bubbled from beneath the brunette’s hand. “Did you seriously fucking lick me!?” “Yeah and it was disgusting! Where have those pervert hands been?!” “Up your mo-” “Woah woah woah let’s not drag anyone’s mom into this.” Seto said stepping in between the two bickering males. “Let’s focus our energy on more important matters, like where the hell Hanamiya is. Drags my ass out of bed at noon because his girlfriend needs to run errands, no offense (Y/N), and that asshole isn’t even here.” “He text me that he’s running a little bit late an-” “(Y/N)!” The group of five turned their heads towards the sound of the voice. A young pink haired girl in a figure skater outfit came prancing towards them. “Hey Momoi! Come to practice?” “You know it. You too? Got yourself a whole cheer squad!” She said motioning to the boys. “Nah I usually practice nights I just had to come get my skates sharpened and run a few errands. The guys are just my friends we’re waiting for my boyfriend.” “If they stick around you might as well put them to good use. 2-4-6-8 who do we appreciate?!” She chanted as she began making her way into the rink. “Well I gotta practice, it was good seeing you!” “Who was that and why didn’t you introduce me?” Hara pouted as he stared after the girl who was now spinning on the ice. “Momoi, she’s been in every skating competition I’ve ever done and won all of them. She used to be the basketball manager for Teiko but I think now she’s with Too. And I didn’t introduce you because she’s competition and that would be considered sabotage.” “You hurt me (Y/N).” Hara feigned heart ache but noticed she was no longer listening as she watched her rival on the ice. “She’s amazing!” Yamazaki exclaimed causing (Y/N)’s thumb nail to go right into her mouth to be nibbled on nervously. “Yams.” Seto said with a warning tone. “You’re amazing too, (Y/N)!” “No, you’re right she is really great. And that’s why I need to train even harder and then push myself beyond that.” With that the young woman walked off with stride leaving the boys glaring at a certain redhead who could only be described as sheepish. “Caps doesn’t even like going with her to practice for the hours she’s already doing and now you made him do double duty.” Hara said clicking his tongue in faux scolding. “It’s his fault for being late! He’s usually the one who stops me BEFORE I say something stupid! Dammit what do I do?” “Well we warn him about (Y/N)’s threat and what that means for his schedule.” Furuhashi said snapping his phone shut. “Then we make absolutely sure to tell him it’s all Yams’ fault.” “Agreed!” Came two solid voices. “Fuck you guys!” ~~~~~ Hanamiya absentmindedly drummed his fingertips on the girl’s arm as he let out a hum of acknowledgment every now and then. He was never much for pillow talk but pretending to listen to whatever (Y/N) was saying was usually enough for her. A sudden knock on the door, however, caught his attention, startling both of them. “Honey, I’m leaving for work! I’ll lock the door, be careful!” “You didn’t tell me your mom was home!” (Y/N) whisper-yelled smacking her boyfriend’s chest and pulling the covers up to hide in embarrassment. “Okay mom! Text me when you get there so I know you made it safely!” Hanamiya called back loudly before turning to his girlfriend with a shrug. “We’ve been dating for two years. Besides she doesn’t even know you’re in he-” “And good luck (Y/N)! Sorry I can’t make the competition tomorrow!” “Umm t-thanks ma’am.” The couple listened as footsteps drifted away and the front door closed with a click, before letting out the breaths they were holding. “That was embarrassing.” (Y/N) pouted finally settling back in place. “It’s fine, my mom doesn’t care.” “Pfft I wish my parents were that chill. They think I’m staying at a girlfriend’s house before the big competition.” The raven-haired male felt her heart pound against his side. Stifling a scoff he drew in a deep breath before turning on his side to face her. “Stop it. You’re making yourself nervous over this competition every time you mention it. Whatever happens, happens.” “I just can’t think that way! How are you always so calm before your games?” “Because I know I’ll win. (Y/N), you WILL win.” (Y/N) sighed but nodded her head before pressing her face to his chest. If there was one thing she both loved and hated about Makoto it was his blunt attitude and ability to say exactly what he was thinking. If he believed in her skills. If he really believed she could win this. Then that was enough for her. ~~~~~ “Baby, I’m gonna throw up. I’m gonna bomb this I just know it.” (Y/N) said hyperventilating slightly as she came out of the locker room to be greeted by her boyfriend. Hanamiya cupped her face a bit roughly and pulled her up to look at him. He gave her a stern look that to anyone else looked menacing as shit but, knowing him so well, (Y/N)’s breathing calmed, and her terrified expression melted into a kicked puppy look. “Get your shit together. You did not drag my ass into a skating rink every weekend for the past three months just to say you can’t do it. You got this.” The raven-haired male pulled her into a kiss that was just a bit too passionate for public. “I promise I didn’t waste your time! I’ll do my best.” (Y/N) said, pulling away. “Good, the team came to watch you since your song choice was clearly inspired by them.” This got a small giggle out of the young girl causing Hanamiya to legitimately smile. Spinning (Y/N) around so she was facing the direction to the rink he gave her a quick smack on the butt. “Go on, go bring me back a trophy.” Hanamiya watched as (Y/N)’s form grew small as she walked down the long corridor before turning the corner. “Is (Y/N) about to go on?” A soft voice came from behind him. Turning around he saw someone he’d already been warned about coming out from the same locker room. He recognized her pretty easily, having seen her around those shitty Skittles brats. She looked at him with a lifted eyebrow waiting for an answer. “Yeah in about ten minutes.” “Oh good I was afraid I would miss her performance.” The girl said with a slight smile before taking off in the same direction as (Y/N). Once Hanamiya knew she was completely out of sight he walked into the locker room. ~~~~~ “She’s doing perfectly.” Furuhashi commented as he watched (Y/N) glide on the ice with surprising grace for such an alternative song. “It’s kind of creepy how doll like she looks, and the weird music gives me the chills.” Yamazaki retorted with an unsure look on his face. All my friends are heathens take it slow. Wait for them to ask you who you know. Please don’t make any sudden moves. You don’t know the half of the abuse. “Hey, she’s fucking perfect got it?” Hanamiya scowled at his teammate, briefly tearing his eyes away from (Y/N)’s performance. “I meant chills in a good way. Geez.” “We aren’t as bad as this song makes it seem right?” Hara asked with a small laugh. “Well no murderers but we may have a few psychos.” Seto replied with a groggy voice having been asleep through every performance besides (Y/N)’s. “Shut up, she’s almost finished.” Hanamiya snapped watching as (Y/N) stuck her last spin perfectly before ending it. Turning his head quickly he watched as each of the judges gave her a score. Clenching his fists he let out a small cheer as her score was, so far, the highest of anyone in the competition. Getting up from his seat he rudely squeezed past the people in the seats in front of him before getting down to where (Y/N) was exiting the ring. She smiled at him widely and flung herself into his arms for a hug. “Did you see me?” “What you preformed already?” Hanamiya asked with a serious face. (Y/N) smacked his arm lightly. “Of course, I saw you. I don’t think I wasted my time helping you practice.” The young woman beamed at his “not-really-compliment-but-close-enough” before sitting down to remove her skates. Unlacing them she felt the chill of the ring finally getting to her. “You cold?” (Y/N) nodded rubbing her arms quickly. “I’m not surprised with that ridiculous slutty outfit. Don’t get comfortable in that I only let you wear it for competitions.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. He loved to make jokes about her figure skating costumes when she knew he secretly liked to see her in them. She was however surprised when she felt a heavy material fall on her shoulders. Hanamiya had quickly draped his coat on her and began to tug at her arm, not waiting for her to respond. “Come on let’s go sit with the guys.” Hanamiya got back to his seat quickly before nudging Yamazaki. “Move.” “What?!” “(Y/N)’s feet hurt, I want her to sit down.” “And where am I supposed to sit?” “Seto’s lap.” Hanamiya said coldly having pushed the orange-haired male out of the seat and coaxed his girlfriend into it. Yamazaki frowned at his friend and looked at Seto as if considering. “Do it and there will be a murderer in the group after all.” The sleepy male said not even opening his eyes. “Why can’t she just sit in your lap?!” “Because then he’s going to have to hide an awkward boner.” Furuhashi replied bluntly receiving a swift glare from Hanamiya. “Then she can sit in my lap!” Yamazaki said with a pout. “Hey you’re on thin fucking ice as it is.” Hanamiya said with a pointed glare only to feel his facial muscles twitch at the chuckling coming from a few seats down. “Heh heh thin ice. We’re in a skating rink.” Hara snorted into his hand only to be cut off by a gruff voice. “Hey carrot top sit down so we can see!” Someone yelled from a few rows above. The teenager panicked a bit before he felt arms around his waist. He was quickly pulled into Hara’s lap but before he could say anything the violet haired male shushed him. “Shut up, don’t make it weird!” (Y/N) laughed at the boys’ antics before resting her head on Hanamiya’s shoulder. She watched quietly as the next girl went through an entire routine. She was good, but a few mistakes cost her a good amount of points. Sitting up straight the (H/C) haired girl gave 100% of her attention to the next contestant. Momoi looked beautiful in her own costume and even before she got into the rink she was moving with the slow gracefulness of a spider descending from its web. Ears perked up as she heard the opening tune to an instrumental piece out of a Studio Ghibli movie. The piano began and so did the young woman as she glided onto the ice. Instantly (Y/N) leaned forwards as she noticed an unfamiliar and uncomfortable look on the performer’s face. “Something’s wrong.” She whispered to her boyfriend who turned to her with a questioning face. “What? She literally just started.” “Look at her face, she’s super out of her element.” Suddenly the girl’s hand was slapping at her boyfriend’s chest to get his attention. “Did you see that? Her leg stumbled a bit.” “So, she’s having a bit of an off day what does-” The young man was cut off by the sounds of several gasps as well as his girlfriend placing a hand over her mouth in shock. Looking out onto the rink, Momoi was lifting herself off the ice before continuing with her routine. “I can’t believe she fell.” Hara mumbled as he watched the rest of the performance. “She was so good when we saw her the other day.” Furuhashi speculated watching her every move. “Maybe she just got nervous. There are a lot of people here today.” Yamazaki offered his two cents. “There’s no way she would be nervous, she’s been doing this since she was like three.” (Y/N) said as she continued to watch with a pitying look. Biting her nails, she watched until the end of the routine. Before any scores could even be announced the short girl was removing her skates and walking back towards the locker rooms. (Y/N) got up quickly only to have her boyfriend grab her arm. “Where are you going?” “I need to talk to her. This isn’t like her and she just walked out before even getting her scores. I need to be sure she’s okay.” “Even with that nasty fall her score still leaves her in the top five so far.” Furuhashi replied watching the numbers come up on the board. “I’ll be right back.” (Y/N) said pulling herself out of Hanamiya’s grip. The girl walked briskly to attempt and catch up with her rival. Turning the corner into the long corridor (Y/N) spotted the girl heading into the bathroom. Chasing after her she opened the door slowly and was greeted with soft sobs. “Momoi?” “Oh hey (Y/N). Sorry if you need to go I’ll get out.” The crying girl said trying to step around (Y/N) only for her to hold her arms out. “What happened out there?” “I don’t know, I just couldn’t pick up speed or stop properly. God I completely failed.” “Everyone has an off day, it’s okay.” “NO it’s not! I’ve never fallen during a performance let alone a competition. Off days sure but I skated as if I barely picked up the hobby last winter. I’m always so focused on my boys and basketball that I think maybe I’m losing my touch. I’m losing what I’m good at…what I love.” “It wasn’t that bad. You still scored pretty well, you’re in the top five.” No matter what soothing words (Y/N) said the girl in front of her never stopped crying. It was probably a few minutes of tears and ranting before Momoi finally took a deep breath and gave the girl a smile. “You were really great. That was the best I’ve ever seen you perform.” She grabbed (Y/N)’s hands and smiled. “Thank you for coming to check on me. We should probably get back out there Kuroko actually came to see me, when I completely sucked go figure. And I know Hanamiya is probably waiting for you. We wouldn’t want those two having a run in.” “Go ahead, I need to use the restroom and I’ll be back out there.” Momoi nodded and wiped her eyes one last time before heading out. (Y/N) breathed out a huge sigh. The way things were shaping up, even if she didn’t win she had beaten her rival and that had always been her biggest goal, but she didn’t feel she had achieved anything this way. It wasn’t fair to either of them that things happened to work out like this. Looking over at the sink beside her she realized Momoi had left her skates sitting there. Picking them up (Y/N) noticed something strange. Flipping over the skates she could hardly believe her eyes. The blades were the dullest most worn out blades she’d ever seen. Anyone could have fallen in skates like these but why wouldn’t she have sharpened them before the competition? Thinking back to that morning things were making less and less sense. She distinctly remembered running into Momoi when she went to sharpen her own skates. If she had sharpened her skates, then what the hell happened? Did one of the other girls get jealous and sabotage her? Reaching into her pocket, (Y/N) was about to reach for her phone only to grab onto something hard and rough. Pulling the object out of her pocket she examined it closely. To find this In Makoto’s jacket It was crystal clear now. ~~~~~ Hanamiya leaned against the wall outside of the stadium as the team waited for (Y/N) to come out. Sure enough she had won the whole thing but because of Momoi’s incident the girl hadn’t looked too happy. “Hey is (Y/N) okay?” Hara asked from the step he was sitting on. “Why wouldn’t she be?” “Well she didn’t look right when they called her name to give her the trophy.” “She’s upset about that chick that fell. I guess she feels bad for her or something. I don’t know why, she busted her face on the ice and still managed to pull third place.” “If you say so, she seemed fucking pissed off rather than upset.” The boy said popping his gum Hanamiya shrugged of the remark as he saw (Y/N) exiting the building and walking their way rather quickly. “Hey so you ready to head hom-” The male began but was quickly cut off by a furious girlfriend fuming in front of him. “So what was it? All those times you told me I was perfect you were just trying to get the hell outta there huh? And every time I told you my doubts and you told me it would be okay, you just said that because you wanted me to shut up?” “What the hell’s got your fucking panties in a twist?” The male quipped defensively trying to muster up a look that would scare the girl into backing down, however that wasn’t happening here. “I’ve seen her do that trick perfectly 100 times. But she didn’t do that this time because she couldn’t pick up speed. And she couldn’t pick up speed because her blades were dull!” “So what?” “You cheated! I watched her sharpen her skates and right now when she took them off they were so dull and chipped they were practically flat!” “You can’t be sure Hanamiya did anything. Maybe she mixed up her-” Seto began but was cut off as (Y/N) pulled something out of her pocket and threw it on the ground. A rough and bumpy stone bounced towards the boys ending up at Hanamiya’s feet. He didn’t bother looking down at the object as he already knew what it was. “Can I speak to Makoto alone?” (Y/N) asked the rest of the team. They looked at each other briefly before making their way back inside. The couple stood outside for what felt like hours in an uncomfortable silence neither seemed willing to break. The young woman waited for her boyfriend to say something, to own up to his actions but instead he stood there staring at her with a challenging look in his eye. Letting out a growl of frustration the girl picked up the stone and held it to his face. “A hand stone. It was in your coat pocket. Go on, grab it! Its got a pretty impressive line engraved through it almost as if it was rubbed across a blade!” The black-haired male stared back at his girlfriend with no discernable emotion on his face. Letting out a sigh he gave a small smirk and shrugged his shoulders. “Stop being a brat. You’re score was great and you deserved to win.” “Win? It doesn’t count if you cheated!” “A win is a win no matter how you got there. It’s her own fault she didn’t check her equipment before performing.” “She knew she did everything she was supposed to. Of course she wouldn’t second guess herself she’s been doing this all her life.” “Even the best, once broken, are all just trash.” (Y/N) pursed her lips together tightly realizing the conversation was going nowhere. Her boyfriend was quite familiar with the sight before him. The light in the back of her eyes faded, all her joy and passion seemed to vanish right in front of him. He watched her delicate fingers unfurl to release the sparkling trophy to the ground with a loud clatter. “Well throw me in the bin with her because you did it. You broke me too.” With that the girl took off the coat she was wearing and threw it at him. She began to stomp off in the other direction. Hanamiya rolled his eyes but jogged to catch up to her after picking the trophy up off the ground. “Come on its not that bad, you won’t get in trouble! Nobody else besides the guys even knows.” “Leave me alone.” “Why are you so angry?! You won!” “No Hanamiya, you did.” “Look, I get it and won’t do it again. So, let it go; its over already.” “It really is, isn’t it? The competition, the skating season…and us.” Hanamiya let her words sink in and finally stopped his pursuit as he watched her walk off. Clicking his tongue, he turned to walk home as well. ~~~~~ “Oh my, is everything alright dear?” Ms. Hanamiya said after hearing the front door slam. Her son said nothing as he walked by her watching tv and threw himself on the couch. “Did something happen? Did (Y/N) lose? Is she upset?” The older woman asked her questions rapid fire. “No, she won.” “Then what’s the matter?” “She’s a stubborn bitch that’s what’s the matter.” “Makoto! I’ve never heard you talk about (Y/N) like that! Shame on you, I thought I raised you better.” His mother scolded with a scowl on her face that could rival her son’s. “Shows what you know.” He mumbled under his breath but instantly felt guilty and let out a sigh. “Sorry.” “I’m going to find out from Seto or Hara or one of their mothers, so you may as well tell me now.” His mother said flipped the switch on the television. “(Y/N) broke up with me.” “What?! No! No, I really liked this one! She had the patience of a saint, how’d you manage to screw it up with her?!” His mother asked bluntly with an exasperated look on her face. “I helped her win the competition, her rival fell during the performance, she won and then we had an argument after and she told me we were over.” Hanamiya got out in one quick sentence while he glared at the ceiling. Being met with silence he looked over at his mother who was sitting with her arms crossed and eyebrow quirked. “Now Makoto why do I feel like this is a half-truth? Come here.” Patting her legs tenderly she opened her arms up to her son. “Moooom.” Hanamiya groaned rubbing the palms of his hands into his eyes. “Nope, come on now. Mother-son time, get over here.” Reluctantly Hanamiya dragged himself to the couch his mother was sitting and laid down, placing his head in her lap. He felt her tiny hands rub his head gently. “Now tell me everything that really happened.” Taking in another deep breath Hanamiya began. “So, her rival is this girl named Momoi, right? She’s been skating since she was a fetus and last week we ran into her practicing. She was so good and (Y/N) just got even more nervous. I really wanted her to win so when Momoi went out to see (Y/N) perform I dulled her blades with a rock. Well that threw off her whole flow and she came in third place.” “And (Y/N) got first?” “Yeah and you’d think she’d be happy about that but no all she could focus on was the cheating. She was amazing, mom, she deserved to win anyway.” “Oh honey for such a smart boy you’re my little idiot.” His mother said flicking his ear. “Oww hey!” “Dear it doesn’t matter that she won be-” “Because she didn’t really win against Momoi, blah blah blah. I already figured that out.” “That isn’t what I was going to say. It doesn’t matter that she won because YOU didn’t believe she could.” Hanamiya sat up at his mother’s ridiculous assumption. “Yes, I did, and I told her so 50 times today alone.” “You may have said it, but you didn’t mean it and your actions showed her that. Deep down you weren’t sure if she could win on her own, so you cheated for her.” “I knew she could I just wanted to be sure.” “So, you doubted her. Dear I know figure skating means the world to her but the only thing that means more is you.” “Mom come on, none of that slice-of-life crap.” “I’m serious. She could have come in last place but if you told her she did well I’m sure she would have taken it a million times better than she did this. I’ve heard the way you two talk. To be honest you aren’t the nicest. She craves your attention and validation. All she wants is for you to think as highly of her as she does of you AND act like it.” “If she wanted the prince type she could have gone out and gotten one.” Hanamiya said with an uncharacteristic pout on his face from his mother’s lecture. “I have no doubt that she could have but she chose you. Probably because she sees in you what I do. That deep down under all that meanness and eyebrow hair there’s a good person.” “Hey! I get them from you!” Hanamiya said slapping a hand over his brow. “You also get your crappy personality from me. But just like me, eventually something or someone comes along that makes you realize you need to get your shit together.” Hanamiya looked at his mom intensely before deflating back into the couch. “Okay so I should probably apologize but how do I even do that? ‘Hey sorry I doubted that you could beat Momoi and decided to cheat to let you win.’ Yeah, I don’t see any way this will go down well. What should I say?” “I have no clue.” His mother said with a sincere smile before getting up and stretching. “But get everything together quickly! She’s much better than those other rude little girls you’ve brought into my house before and I’ll ground you if you let her get away!” ~~~~~ “I need to talk to you.” “I need you to fuck off.” (Y/N) replied shortly slamming her locker and walking straight into the school. “Ouch, still no luck?” Hara said coming up behind his friend, placing his shoes into his own locker. “She actually spoke to me this time, so I would consider it improvement.” Hanamiya grumbled as he brought his hands up to grab at his hair in frustration. “Has she been talking to you?” “Of course, she has. We’re her friends too, her beef is with you not the rest of the team. And before you ask, yes she’s talked about you…that girl has the mouth of a sailor.” “Ugh I just need a little more time to try and get her to talk to me.” “Don’t take too much time. I heard Matsumoto is trying to make a move.” The lavender-haired male said unwrapping a piece of gum only for him to fumble it as his friend turned to him quickly. “He fucking what?!” “I mean that’s just what I heard. Probably isn’t true and even if it was he’s a total background character. (Y/N) would never go for him.” “I see him even so much as talk to her and I’ll pulverize that motherfucker.” Hanamiya said through gritted teeth. “Holy shit…so I guess this means (Y/N) isn’t negotiable at all?” “Huh?” The black-haired boy narrowed his eyes as his friend grew a huge shit eating grin. “I mean I know you two have been together for a few months.” “Two fucking years!” “Yeah yeah right two years. And I totally know the bro code but like if she doesn’t forgive you…could I-” “Hara, touch her and the only thing negotiable will be whether I shove my foot down your throat or up your ass.” Hanamiya said with a dangerous grin gripping the taller male’s shoulder firmly. “Oww! Sheesh always resorting to violence! I was just playing.” Hara pouted as he shoved his captain lightly. “(Y/N) musta took your sense of humor with her. Oh, speak of the devil and she shall appear.” Hanamiya was about to ask him what he meant by that only to feel himself get pushed into Hara. Turning around ready to punch or cuss someone out he was surprised to see (Y/N) behind him tapping her foot impatiently. Her mouth was twisted into a small pout and her eyes never met his. “I forgot my shit. Move.” Stunned by her speaking to him willingly, even in this context, Hanamiya stepped away from her locker and watched her rummage through it before slamming it and walking away. “How long do you think she’d been listening? Dammit she’s supposed to babysit my little brother next week! She’s gonna tell my mom I was hitting on her I just know it. Your girlfriend’s a goddamn snitch.” With that Hara began jogging after her quickly turning the corner out of Hanamiya’s view. Still he could hear his voice echo down the hall. “Hey slut, wait up!” A loud smack caused Hanamiya to smirk slightly. “Oww bitch! Always resorting to fucking violence!” Hanamiya wondered too, how long she had been listening. Because he knew her well enough to have seen that she had clearly been trying to hide a grin. ~~~~~ “Oi if you can’t even catch a rebound during the fucking game, stop trying to catch mine!” Hanamiya swore at the team’s center, after calling a timeout. “What the hell is that supposed to mean!?” Matsumoto held his hands up in a questioning manner. “You know exactly what I mean!” “I don’t think I do, how about you clue me in you bushy-browed little fuck!” The center said pushing his captain who had gotten way too close at this point. Yamazaki winced knowing this was about to get really physical really fast. He looked to Hara who looked towards the bleachers where (Y/N) was currently fuming. Seto had one hand in front of her trying to calm her clearly red face. The ref looked confused as the boys from the same team began throwing punches. “Oh my god! Fucking seriously!? Is this the time for some goddamn petty bullshit? You’re both embarrassing us!” The young woman said having gotten past Seto, marching up and pushing Hanamiya as hard as she could. “So, you” she said stabbing a finger in Hanamiya’s chest. “Sit your greasy hair havin ass down and chill the fuck out. As for you…” (Y/N) turned to Matsumoto. “It’s a basketball not the fucking flu, you WANT to catch it and I’ve seen wine glasses with better handles!” “OHHHHH!” The other team hollered having heard the girl roasting on her own team. Hara, himself had both hands pressed tightly to his mouth trying to stifle his own laughter. Seto had a dumb grin on his face as well while Yamazaki was practically on the floor in hysterics. Furuhashi just had his hands pressed over his eyes as if the whole exchange had given him a headache. (Y/N), of course, was less then amused as she let out a huge sigh before walking off the court and out of the gym. The black-haired male spared not even a second glance back at his teammates calling for him as he ran after her. “Wait! Babe, (Y/N) come on! Just let me talk to you!” The girl had taken off like a bullet leaving the male no choice but to jog up to her. “Go away and leave me alone!” “Why can’t you just talk to me?” Hanamiya said finally catching up and grabbing her by the elbow. The girl yanked herself from his grasp and spun towards him. “Because I don’t want to! Every time we ever had an issue we ‘talk’ and you give me some bullshit excuse for being a shitty person and the conversation ends up being pointless. You do something wrong and only ever pile onto it. Like picking a fight with Matsumoto, what the hell was that about? You never change so what could you possibly have to say to me?” “I’m sorry.” The male said, being caught off guard by the sincerity in his own voice. He noticed the girl falter slightly eyes softening before they crystalized into stone once more. She let out a scoff and turned away with arms crossed. “Makoto, I don’t want you to be sorry.” “Then what do you want me to be?” He asked genuinely confused and tired. “A better person.” For the second time the only girl he’d never walked away from walked away from him. All the anger and frustration built inside finally burst as Hanamiya let out a literal scream of frustration before deflating and dropping to the ground. He knew what he had to do if he wanted her back. He wasn’t sure if she was worth it but something in the back of his mind was saying she was. Maybe it was his competitive nature not wanting to admit loss. Maybe it was his sadistic side not wanting to let go of his little doormat. Hell, maybe she was some sort of comfort for him, even just something familiar. Maybe he just couldn’t stomach the thought of someone breaking up with him when it had always been the other way around. But whatever the reason, he knew he was getting her back. Even if this was the only way. ~~~~~ “Seto, I told you I swore off two things that night. Hanamiya and skating.” (Y/N) said digging her heels into the ground right outside the skating rink as the tall male attempted to drag her in by her wrist. “Don’t be stubborn! Skating is everything to you. Your shitty boyfriend cheats one time and you’re just gonna throw away your passion?!” “It’s hard Seto, you wouldn’t understand!” The girl said throwing herself onto her butt dragging Seto down with her. “Yes I do!” The male said, never letting go of her wrist despite being brought down to his knees. He looked her deeply in the eyes with more seriousness than she’d ever seen from her. “When I joined the team I didn’t expect to enjoy basketball, I just did it because Hanamiya asked. Turns out it’s something I fucking love and don’t think it doesn’t bother me how we play. I hate not knowing if we could have won without cheating but it doesn’t stop me from playing because I can’t imagine not playing.” (Y/N) sat with her lips parted in awe, eyes staring widely at her friend whom she’d never seen this side of. He was right though, it had been hard for her ever since she gave up skating. The whole thing hadn’t been her fault, yet she continued to try and punish herself. “You’re right, Seto.” “Of course, I am. Now are you going to get up and go skate?” “Yeah I guess so.” Seto stood up before holding his hand out to the girl and hoisting her to onto her feet. He noticed her eyes briefly scan the building before she gave him a small grin. “Maybe another day though.” “Oh hell no.” Seto, exasperated and at his boiling point, lifted the girl up and threw her over his shoulder as if she was light as his backpack. “We are not letting a perfectly good heart-to-heart go to waste. We’re going inside.” “Hey let me down!” (Y/N) said pounding on his back while he made his way inside. “You smell like espresso. Let go of me, you overgrown coffee bean! I’ll bite!” “Hey no biting! We’re inside anyway.” Setting the girl down she glared at him and was about to stomp off before someone drifting on the ice called out to her. “(Y/N)!” “Momoi? Umm hey how you been?” (Y/N) said awkwardly not lifting her gaze up to the smiling girl. “I’ve been okay. How about you? I didn’t see you at the rematch.” (Y/N) drew in a deep cold breath. The day after the competition she had gone to the organization that held the skating competition and explained to them what happened. At first they were a bit suspicious of her, certain she had a hand in the cheating but ultimately decided she wouldn’t have exposed herself if that was the case. A week after, she had been invited to a rematch, allowing all the girls a second chance but she’d deleted the email without a second thought. “I heard you won! That’s great, I know you should have the first time.” (Y/N) said in a low voice trying to sound happy for the girl. “We don’t know that. I didn’t get to rematch with you.” “Well I’ve hung up my skates now, its not really my thing anymore.” Finally casting a glance up, she could see the sad look Momoi was giving her. “I never actually said it to your face but I’m so sorry for what happened. I had no idea Hanamiya was going to do that!” “Aomine was certain that you’d put him up to it.” “I would never!” “I know that and I told him so. Kuroko agreed that he was probably acting alone, you know he’s not your boyfriend’s biggest fan.” “He’s not my boyfriend anymore. I’m completely done with him.” “Really? That’s a bit unfortunate.” “What why?” “Well because he’s the one who invited me here.” (Y/N) instantly felt her body tense. Casting her glance behind Momoi she noticed the girl’s familiar friends, Kuroko and Aomine but thankfully no sign of Hanamiya. But sure enough a deep voice from behind her caught her breath in her throat. “I told Seto to be sure you made it here, but I didn’t think he’d have to use physical means.” (Y/N) turned around and was suddenly face to face with her ex. He held no real emotion on his face and she was sure her expression was one to match. She could hear soft footsteps as Momoi gave the two their space. “I know you don’t want to talk to me and I know you probably feel like I just sent someone out to kidnap you but (Y/N) just give me a minute to talk to you, please.” The girl said nothing but also didn’t make a move to get away which gave the male the impression that she was finally willing to listen. “You said you want me to be a better person, but I just can’t be. I’m not the kind of person you want me to be and I’m never going to be. I can act like it but deep down I'm always gonna be that guy who wishes your competition would break their ankle or get food poisoning. I’m always going to wish the guys who hit on you get hit by a fucking bus. I can’t change those thoughts, I’m sorry but I can’t. But I can say that being with you makes those thoughts just that…only thoughts. I want to at least act like a better person even if deep down I know that I’m really not.” (Y/N) felt her throat tighten up like she was going to cry. Blinking rapidly and looking up at the ceiling to prevent tears from forming she swallowed a few times to try and dislodge the lump in her throat before speaking. “I think you are. I always believed that deep down you’re a better person than the way you act. A better person than you imagine you are. I believe in you…but…you never believe in me.” “I do, (Y/N). I have a shitty way of showing it and I’m realistic to a fault. I’ll be honest, I don’t know if you could have beaten that little pink haired freak, but I do know that I have never seen you perform better than when you were out there. I believe the ends always justify the means. I’ll do anything to win, to beat someone even if it means cheating and you aren’t like that. I don’t agree but I understand, and I shouldn’t have tried to fix something that wasn’t a problem for you.” “Makoto…you’re just so difficult. You’re difficult to be around, hard to talk to, hard to love. I don’t get you. I don’t get how you can throw away your talent by not battling someone at their best. I don’t want to be that way. I don’t want to know I won on a technicality. If I beat someone who couldn’t do their best, then does that really make me the best? I want to be but with your way…you just never know.” “I get it. You love figure skating in a way that I will never love basketball. I love winning, you love the sport and that’s why we’re so different. You and her, you guys are some of the best and I wanted to give you a chance to see who’s really better.” “What?” “I spoke with some former judges of some past skating competitions. The guys helped me get them out here to judge a small competition. You against her, right here right now.” (Y/N) turned her head back to the rink realizing for the first time that Momoi was in one of her usual skating outfits. Meeting eyes the pink haired girl smiled widely. “I don’t think this is a good idea. I haven’t even put on skates since the competition.” “Look I was a dumb asshole. Get out there and rub it in my face that you can beat her even being a few weeks rusty. Prove to you me and her that you are the best.” “I just…you actually called on her to come here?” “I went down to Too and it wasn’t fucking easy her cuck friend nearly attacked me the second I set foot in the gym.” Hanamiya snarled loudly enough for the tan male across the room to here. “Come say it to my face ya little asshole. I’ll rock your shit!” Kuroko managed to settle his friend down after he attempted stomping across the ice only to slip around on wobbly legs. “I’m trying really hard here (Y/N). You know this is 100% out of character and it probably won’t happen again but if you won’t do it for me then do it for you. You deserve to know if you can really win. I’m so sorry I took that from you.” The tears finally had no where else to hide and came running from her eyes like a waterfall. Before she could think her body moved forward and embraced her boyfriend tightly. She felt his body go stiff like a board before his arms hesitantly reached up to pat her back awkwardly. He was never good with her when she cried and now was no exception. “I know you’re not the best person but thank you for trying. Your such an asshole but this means a lot.” Hanamiya’s arms finally found their grounding as they wrapped around her waist tightly. “But I can’t be with you.” . . . Hanamiya could swear every cell in his body stopped moving. The whole skating rink became dead silent, but he managed to cough dryly and pull away from her. “I understand. We’re too different for you to deal with.” “It’s not that…it’s just that I’m seeing someone.” (Y/N) said looking down at her feet. “Matsumoto?” The black-haired male asked, sure that steam was rising from his head. “Hara.” Hanamiya’s head whipped around quickly to find his group of friends and instantly zoned in on that gum chomping cretin. Hara let out an unearthly scream before absolutely bolting it out of the rink. Small chuckling soon turned into full blow fits of laughter. Turning his head back to (Y/N) she was holding her stomach and one had up to him as if to say give her a minute. “I’m kidding! Oh my god. I’m sorry that was more revenge against Hara for the other day than a personal attack for you.” “Forget it, I changed my mind. I don’t want you back.” Hanamiya said with a scowl though he, for some reason, kind of wanted to laugh. “I’m sorry I just couldn’t help it. You should have seen your face! Those were straight up serial killer eyes. I’m surprised you didn’t instantly run after him. Come on Mako you wouldn’t be this mad if you didn’t still want me. It was just a joke.” (Y/N) said still caught up in her laughter. Against his will Hanamiya felt the corners of his lips tug up before he let out an uncharacteristic chuckle. He too was letting out laughter that he wasn’t sure was from being relieved or genuinely finding Hara’s reaction funny. “I swear babe, I was about to kill everyone in here and then myself.” “Who’s the goddamn cuck now!?” Aomine yelled out still trying to make his way across the ice. “(Y/N) I’m really trying to be a better person but if this ganguro boy says one more thing I’m shoving your skates up his ass.” “Daiki! You’re making a fool of yourself!” Momoi said skating circles around him. “Shut up and help me off the ice!” ~~~~~ “Where’s Hara? He’s gonna miss (Y/N)’s performance.” Yamazaki said as his friend laced up her skates for the first time in weeks. “His sissy ass is probably half way home by now.” Aomine commented from the row below. The KiriDai boys were about to jump to their friend’s defense but kind of shrugged in agreement instead. “Aww did he leave? He was kind of cute! I wouldn’t have minded getting to know him a little better!” Momoi said from beside her best friend. “That’s gonna hurt him even more than Hanamiya wanted to.” Seto said with a chuckle. “Oh I know. What if I give you my number to give to him?” The busty girl asked pulling out her phone. Surprisingly a pale hand snatched the tech from her and pocketed it. “Don’t even think about it.” Kuroko’s monotonous voice rang far colder than the room they were in. “Ahem uh I think (Y/N)’s about to start.” Furuhashi said cutting through the tension in the two groups. “Whenever you’re ready, babe. Do your best.” Hanamiya said strongly from the front row, eyes locked with hers giving a final nod. (Y/N) took in a huge breath before the beat of the music started and she leapt into movement. All my friends are heathens take it slow.

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