Babysitting The Bad Boys [Kuroko no Basket Fanfiction: Hanamiya Makoto]

Babysitting 7

"Just so you know I would go out because I want to. Not because you told me to."

Those were his words as he left the office with an arrogant grin.

I massaged my forehead in an attempt to subside the headache.

I'd been having frequent headaches these past few days, eversince I started to be the basketball team's babysitter.

More frequent than I had ever experienced.

I knew... when the task was forcefully thrusted into my hands, that it wouldn't be as easy as it landed.

'Practice match huh...'

And he really had the audacity to request for a practice match with their barbaric reputation wildly known around the area.

Clicking my tongue in annoyance, I fetched a certain folder in one of the drawers. The folder contained all the records of their matches - more like hazing ceremonies to be honest.

Ever since these guys entered the team, not a single match was left unscathed from their hideous method of playing.

Surprisingly enough, they were no disqualifications and suspensions. Only minor issues such as fouls.

'Were the referees blind?'

My fingers flipped through the papers and halted at one of the page as Hanamiya's face came into view.

I had read his profile before.

Prior to my assignment, this file was given by Mirano-sensei assuring that the contents would make the task easier which was a complete lie and I might as well burn this file into ashes.

This file had absolutely zero percentage in the usefulness department unless you're a fangirl then this would come in handy.

I was not overly judgemental. As I had mentioned before, their names were always included in the list of students with violations but it wasn't severe enough to make me deal with them myself.

And so, despite their notorious reputation, I spared the time to read their profiles thinking it was a necessity.

When my eyes read the personal corner of their profiles, the urge to crumple the paper and toss it to the trashcan to where it belonged was so strong.

I had to remind myself that this was only temporary.

The frown never left my face and just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I was proven wrong.

Matches after matches were filed and recorded. The remarks were written below and not a single match had given me a good impression.

I closed the folder with distaste and exhaustion that night.

Now as I looked for a possible practice match partner, the resignation of not finding one hung heavily in the air.

I definitely had to suggest something other than inviting other schools for a practice match.

Groaning, I closed the folder and leaned back on the chair.

'It's already time for lunch. Maybe Mirano-sensei will have something in mind.'

I fetched my phone and as I waited for Mirano-sensei to pick up, my eyes caught the object next to my laptop.

"Is that..."

Hanamiya's cellphone?