Much too long, but it’s interesting, I guarantee it!Mind the boys’ language!
Furuhashi’s ineffable gaze turned to heavily pin down the picture subtly protruding from Hanamiya’s locker, which was right next to his own. His eyelids slightly twitched the moment he recognized -how could he not, really- the person depicted on the photograph. A grim expression settled itself on his face.
Hanamiya never expressed interest before. He wasn’t a person known for keeping pictures of his secret crushes to begin with. Furuhashi knew for certain, or at least he hoped so, that the girl was single. Hanamiya could hardly have time to maneuver around a thing as troublesome as a relationship because of his hefty responsibilities, which, despite the fact that he was smart, were sometimes too much for a single student to handle.
Without stopping to deliberate over the repercussions, he re-opened Hanamiya’s locker as soon as the Coach left, after giving the keys to Furuhashi to lock, and carefully studied the picture again. There was no doubt in his mind anymore.
However, Hanamiya was a person he never dreamed of crossing before. He was, albeit under peculiar and unique circumstances, his friend and comrade, his classmate, his Captain, his Coach; someone important. He never had any intention to deliver any kind of blow to him; but he’d be damned if he were to idly stand by and see her getting snatched away by anyone.
A passing thought reminded him that the calligraphy club was currently preparing for the next competition and, thus, the girl in question was bound to be working at her club room now; that’s the kind of person she was.
Nonchalantly as always, Furuhashi walked towards his destination and didn’t hesitate to knock on the door. The club members were working frantically inside; even he, a sports club member, could see that.
“Is __-san here?” He suddenly demanded and the small stature of the girl rose from behind the pile of papers to follow him outside, as beckoned.
Apparently, she didn’t like to be kept away from her workplace for long, but she wouldn’t refuse a classmate either.
“__-san,” he started, not sparing a moment. She blinked in confusion at his emotionless gaze and impossible-to-read intentions. “On behalf of Kirisaki’s Basketball club, I’ll have you answer one question for me.”
He didn’t ask. He simply said he will.
Bringing up the club was imperative; if she indeed had any relations with Hanamiya, the mere mention of the basketball team would alert her in all the right ways. He didn’t discern any kind of unusual signs of alert, though.
She titled her head quizzing-ly. “Yes?”
“Are you single?”
She nearly coughed at the sudden inquiry. Her cheeks were soon painted a deep red. “I… I don’t understand why your club would need such information to begin with!” she began, voice slightly trembling. “If you must know, I- I am single! What of it?!” Her last words were nearly barked out of her mouth. She had clearly assumed a defensive pose. She wasn’t lying, though…
Furuhashi’s disturbingly void expression showed its power yet again, as he calmly shrugged. “I see. Good to know,” he merely commented and turned towards the opposite direction.
“Wait! Furuhashi-kun! What is the meaning of this?” she frantically demanded, moving in order to attempt at grasping his sleeve. He eluded her with practiced ease.
“Just make sure things stay like that. Alright, __-san? We don’t want anyone to get hurt here, do we?”
His last words left the girl with a gaping mouth and a puzzlement-induced headache she couldn’t get rid of.
Having cleared that particular part of the plan, only one thing remained for Furuhashi to do. He pulled out his phone and started typing.
-__. She’s in our class. You know her, no?
The recipient was clear; his response more or less expected and quick.
-Just found a picture of hers in your locker.
He wasn’t planning to get into much detail, but he wasn’t going to mince his words either.
The reply was curt, but Furuhashi had a feeling his Captain was not angry; yet. A second message popped up.
-So what? You want it?
Furuhashi’s eyebrows involuntarily furrowed.
-Borrowing it sounds nice. Why do you need it anyway? You dig her, Captain?
The next message arrived only a second later.
Was there a meaning to hold in the truth?
-Isn’t it obvious? I stare at her a lot.
Hanamiya’s next message was thunderous.
-Hell no, it’s not! Have you taken a damn look at your eyes in the mirror? I don’t understand what the hell you’re thinking more than I understand what breams are.
The comment deserved a proper rebuttal.
-Aren’t you supposed to be a smart person?
-Damn straight. Not a fucking ichthyologist.
Before Furuhashi could type a reply, the next message was heralded by the usual ding.
-Keep the damn picture. It was Hara that took it anyway. I don’t need it anymore. I had my share of fun with it already.
That seemed to irk and please Furuhashi at the same time.
-Fun? He simply questioned
- Nice legs. Helped me in times of need.
Koujirou scowled at the quite obvious implications.
-Do you have a leg fetish now or something? I thought you as an ass
He sent the message unfinished deliberately. He corrected a few seconds later.
–- man. For the record, Yamazaki says you’re a tits man.
The last message wasn’t late to arrive.
-Fuck you and Yamazaki both, Furuhashi.
*breams are fish, in case you didn’t understand the reference
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