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Hot Chocolate - Hanamiya Makoto

Prompt: Hot Chocolate
Characters: Hanamiya Makoto
Series: Kuroko No Basket
O.C: Kato Miho
Genre: Comedy, Friendship, Slight Romance
Theme Song: All Yours - Nightcore
Warnings: Swearing
Date: 2nd March 2014
Author's Note: N/A

Days in the life of Hanamiya Makoto were not what you would think. It wasn't all about conjuring up grand schemes to break as many of his opponent's bones as possible, nor spent laughing at animal cruelty ads, nor researching fail videos on the internet just to see people suffer. In fact, he was pretty much normal off the court - or at least, he tried to be. He hated studying and lazed on his days off. He would read fantasy novels - as most megalomaniacs do - and internally debate with himself over what went through girl's heads.

It was on that day, the day when Kirisaki faced off against Seirin, that it happened.

Soaked to the bone, the Point Guard shuffled along the almost empty street on his way home. He stopped at the same portable vendor he usually did and scanned the options despite always buying the same thing no matter the weather. Ordering a cup of hot chocolate, the downcast brunet stuck his hand in his pocket to retrieve his wallet only to freeze. The female beside him watched from the corner of her eye as he patted himself in panic, which quickly turned to irritation, and then finally to surrender.

Collecting her bag off the counter, the bleach blonde plucked a few coins from the pocket of her thick winter coat and handed them over to the owner that had been glaring at the male teen for some time. Without saying a word, the do-gooder stepped out from under plastic sheeting that had sheltered her from the bluster.

Having the drink placed in front of him, Hanamiya peered up in confusion. Shrugging, the server pointed to where the young woman had been and then went back to preparing another batch of food ready to be cooked. The brunet glanced to the counter where the female had been in order to ask why she'd done what she had, but before he could, his eyes landed on what could only be a girl's wallet. Snatching up the item and the hot drink, Hanamiya left the tent even more exhausted that before.

-

Returning from his bath and ready for bed, the Point Guard dropped down at his desk and flicked on the lamp. Peeling back the pop-stud of the lilac leather case, Hanamiya looked over the contents of the left behind item with a scrupulous eye. 12,000 Yen in cash, a rail pass, a gym membership and...A student I.D? Pulling the white plastic card from the slot it was in, olive irises scanned over the details printed in front of him. The little picture at the side showed the ashen girl, her skin almost as white as her hair, and her glossy violet eyes partially shut as if she really couldn't be bothered to be there - or maybe she was just stoned out of her mind. It was hard to tell.

Kirisaki Daīchi Kōkō
Kato Miho
3-A.

The teen threw the wallet back down onto the desk as he stood up. "Heh~" Lopsided smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, the Freshman turned the light off and flopped down onto his bed.

-

Hanamiya had half-told his teammates about what had happened to him yesterday after they parted ways. Now, during lunch break, he had set out in search of the stranger that had shown him some kind acknowledgement when he was at his lowest. Clearly, he didn't tell them his feelings; he told them he was returning the item for one reason only, and that was because of something he had found in a secret compartment on his way to the bus that very morning and wanted to exploit the girl for her carelessness.