Reader-chan is an official member of the KiriDai basketball team. She plays disguised as a boy and helps the team win using the same dirty tactics! What more can you make of this? Also, what made Hanamiya even decide to let her join?? (Please, please don't hold back on this!!)
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If you can outsmart the smartest person then you can outsmart everyone.
She walked through the corridor of fleeing people, wearing her brotherâs uniform and a wig, the carefully applied make-up made her look like him, too. There was a nervous lump in her throat. She was up against the smartest person in the entire school and if she failed now:
first: she wouldnât achieve her goal.Â
second: the plan itself would backfire.Â
Which lead to the first problem: she wouldnât achieve her goal.Â
And mind you, she didnât want that.
Walking with a head held high, trying to add some height, though she was short for a boy, she arrived to her destination. The âBad Boyâsâ classroom. Okay, the basketball captain-coachâs classroom, Hanamiya Makoto. That way it was easier to think about the whole ordeal. She peeked carefully around the door and she saw him packing his things and talking to a tall guy with a mole on his forehead. Must be Seto, the vice-captain.Â
She took a deep breath and checked everything again. Make-up, check. Uniform amazing and also boyâs. The breast bind made her look completely flat, although she hated to admit she didnât have much to hide. Application forms filled out and ready. Including three spare ones. All had her real information: reason, class, name.
I donât know why you gave me a unisex name, but thank you. Saved my ass so many times, she thought with a smirk. All preparations were done. There was no going back. Her eagerness to see how things were going to play out replaced the nervous lump as she tried to force a smile away. Itâd be fun, no matter the result. But itâd be so much more fun if things went her way.Â
Hanamiya left the classroom and she blocked his way with a serious look on her face. She couldnât look intimidating, she knew that well with her small and thin built, but she could use her face. Oh, the joys of deceiving.Â
Letâs see if youâre as smart as you claim to be.
Hanamiya made a step forward, expecting the guy budge. He didnât. So Hanamiya, tired enough for today, turned left to face the growing emptiness of the corridor; he had enough room for that. But he was grabbed by his arm sleeve and pulled back to face this guy. Some short and thin guy, first year presumably, with a pale face. Not out of fear, it was just the skin colour, Hanamiya noted.Â
Now, you pissed me off, he thought, eyes darkening as they became colder.Â
âI want to join,â the guy said as Hanamiya opened his mouth.
âJoin what?â Hanamiya stared him down. He didnât budge again.Â
âBasketball club. Youâre the coach, right?â
Hanamiya yanked his arm back, shaking off the boyâs hold. It was weak and it felt like he let him go. This just pissed off Hanamiya even more.Â
Normally, he wouldnât make anything remarkable outside the gym, as the whole school (well, the vast majority, at least) believed he was a role model. Normally. But there was no one around, except Seto whoâd side with him, and that meant one thing: he could do whatever the fuck he wanted without risking anything. Perfect. He could play a bit, thatâd be a nice touch to a shitty school day.Â
âAnd why should I let you in?â Hanamiya stepped closer and leaned to his eye level, âBasketball is for tall people.â
âI know,â the boy said patiently. âTall and muscular, spare me the details, please.â
Hanamiya stood tall and loosened boyâs necktie with one swift motion, then grabbed a fistful of it and pulled it up. The boy stumbled forward a few steps, now too close to Hanamiya, and stood oh his tiptoes, having a hard time breathing. The fabricâs grip around the neck made him crane his neck back, it was sore already. He saw the ceiling first, then lowered the gaze to Hanamiyaâs amused eyes.
âThink you can handle it? Quite a brave⊠puppy you are.â
âA collar, very funny.â The boy coughed and shook his head a little with pursed from pain lips. âI know what Iâm doing.â
âOh, you have no idea,â Hanamiyaâs smirk stretched wider as he continued, âwhat path youâve taken.â
The boy clicked his tongue. âIâm well aware, mind you.â
âReally?â Hanamiya scowled within centimetres of his face.
Instead of an answer, Hanamiya felt a grip on his collar then on his mouth. A rush of shock and disgust went through his veins, his eyes widened, and releasing the necktie, he pushed the body from himself. It slammed into the wall with brute force.
Holy shit that was insane, she thought, assessing the damage. Things have gone way different than sheâd anticipated but now it was clear: she just outsmarted the smartest person in school. Hooray! On the negative side, her back ached from the impact and Hanamiya was furious. It seemed that he was now furious. Sad conclusion, she probably wouldnât live till tomorrow.Â
However, she accounted for this, too. Documents for transfer were long ready, shouldnât take much time to disappear. But it was too early to think about that.Â
Okay, now, need to calm him down or heâd go all bad boy on me. Shit, that sounded way differently than it shouldâve.Â
She shook her head to get the stupid thought out of her mind. Hanamiya made one step forward to her, a dark aura spreading around him and sending shivers down her spine.Â
âIâm a girl,â she blurted out. Then she coughed a few times and with something that actually resembled a feminine voice repeated. âIâm a girl.â
Hanamiya narrowed his eyes, not convinced. She decided that she might as well go all in, since she just busted her cover.Â
Well, that shit I didnât plan, but hey, I think I know what to do.Â
She took off her wig and revealed the same hair, this time, her own and way longer.Â
âSee, Iâm a girl,â she said pointing to her head. âBut youâre a male basketball club, so, well, I kind of had no choice.â
Iâll bullshit my way through!Â
She couldnât read his expression but at least for now, he wasnât going to murder her. Wisest decision now was to stay on the floor, with back leaning against the wall, which still hurt by the way. She watched him carefully but tried to make it as less noticeable as she could.Â
He watched her back. Considered what happened. Probably wanted to get back on her for what sheâs done, which is fair. She could deal with that. He didnât say anything. She took as that she was granted permission to continue.Â
Now, onto the hardest part. Shit, making this guy agree to my idea is like near damn impossible, but also possible, but also he wouldnât fucking like that I said it and I donât know how to make him suggest it. Thatâs the only faulty part of my plan thatâs left.
With back against the wall, she slid up.Â
Careful, you have one shot at this, you damn genius.Â
âI want to play on the team with guys,â she started, âbut genetics sort of fucked me in this matter. So I, technically, by rules, cannot do that. But, if I pretend to be a guy, I can. As long as no one finds out, and by no one, I solely mean the referees and opponents.â
Hanamiya crossed his arms on his chest and pinned her down with his gaze, but otherwise made no attempt at stopping her.Â
âWhich brings me here, to you. Because you break rules anyway, why not break this one too?â she said and hastily added, âI know the way Kirisaki plays. Iâm all up for that. I want to say, if Iâm breaking one rule, might as well break freaking all of them along with it. Seemed to me you, guys, have a lot of fun with that. So yeah.â
Hanamiya hadnât felt it for a long time. Conflicted. He wore an unreadable expression, the one that Furuhashi has, but kept his eyes looking at hers. She had guts, he had to admit it. She looked back, refusing to break.
A part of him was enraged. She planned this entire show and sheâd win if he let her on the team. The other part of him, already imagined how good itâd feel to see the opponents crushed by a girl.Â
Hanamiya knew he needed a compromise. The one thatâd leave him satisfied on both ends of himself.Â
For now, he had to learn more.
âDo you even know the rules?â he asked.
âSure. I play since, um, second year of elementary school,â she said combing her hair with fingers. âAnd Iâm a fast learner.â
âWhatâs so wrong with girlâs team?â
âSorry, but have you played against a girlâs team?â she snorted. âBo-ring. Maybe thatâs just me, but it is me, and it was plain, painfully boring. To make it more fun, I did lots of things, until I purposely fouled the opponents. There was just nothing better to do. So yeah, guyâs teams are better. IMHO.âÂ
âWhy did you come now?â He raised his eyebrow.
She frowned, confused. âWhat do you mean now?â
âItâs past Inter-High.â
âOh, that, I was busy. My little brother,â she tugged uniform she wore, âkind of needed my help. Long story and itâs boring.â She rolled her eyes.Â
Hanamiya didnât say anything for a whole minute, thinking over everything that had happened. He had a full picture now. All that was left is to make the right decision that would leave him satisfied. And of course, he had one.Â
âIâll let you try,â he said with a devious smirk. âFirst, youâll play one-on-one with me. Tomorrow lunch, basketball gym.â
With those words, he turned left and made a few steps into the empty corridor. Â
âOh, and I wonât go easy on you. Better prepare yourself for some,â he looked behind his shoulder to glance at her, âbone-breaking pain.â
âI wouldnât have it any other way,â she said with determination in her voice as her lips spread in a happy smile.Â
She turned to her left, opposite direction of Hanamiya, and skipped to the near end of a corridor before completely disappearing around the corner.
Seto stood where he stood from the beginning, not crossing the fine line between the corridor and the classroom, and blinked a few times.Â
What the fuck just happened?