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MiyaHaya week: Hangout

Another late submission from me, supposedly for Day 1 but…*sobs**sobs* yeah, just for the last day. Hopefully I made it.

Title: Hangout

Rated: G

Summary: MiyaHaya are buddies but Miyaji might not like the sound of that too much.

WARNING: Open ending. Abrupt ending. Ending that might make you become a muscled gorilla.

……..

Miyaji had no idea how it happened at all.

He had no idea how the hell did he get all buddy-buddy with Hayama Kotarou.

Yes, Hayama Kotarou. The small forward of Rakuzan. One of the Uncrowned Kings. His ‘rival’ during Shuutoku-Rakuzan match in Winter Cup. And definitely the most annoying, hyperactive, noisy, scatter-brained, spoiled brat of all times.

He thought Midorima was as worse as it can get with comes to dealing with brats but Hayama was on a whole new freaking level.

Seriously, that kid could be the reason for his high blood pressure health problem in the future.

So someone please tell him how and why in the world is he hanging out with the cheetah brat in the first place?

Walking along the streets of Tokyo?

Window shopping?

Lunch out?

Like it’s a freaking date?

Hayama’s damaged mentality must have affected him as well. That stupidity must have been contagious. There was no other explanation because he himself couldn’t very well be stupid. He got good grades for God’s sake.

Well, so was Hayama probably. He wasn’t in Rakuzan, the elite school for nothing. Or more like, the weirdoes school for people who don’t fit in the norm. Like Akashi. And maybe the other two Uncrowned Kings as well, no doubt about it. Midorima would have fit in well there, with his Oha-Asa quirks and stuff.

Now back to the matter in hand. He was seriously - without a doubt, in the reality of the thousands realities of the universe – hanging out with the noisy brat who probably has been talking since forever that Miyaji had to actually tune the guy out for the sanity of his mind. The brat sure can talk a bucket-load. Wasn’t he ever tired?

Right, tired. That was what Miyaji was right now. That was why he had been questioning himself for the whole reason for his existence beside Hayama, walking through this busy street. He had been working himself up the whole week for that damn report and this weekend was supposed to be his day-off but here he was, after agreeing to the orange-haired’s invitation to go out together since the Rakuzan’s small forward was only in Tokyo for that weekend again before going back to Kyoto later. The exhaustion must have been messing with his mind, why else would he agree. Well, there was probably that small part of him that didn’t mind the shorter male’s company but that was beside the point because the aforementioned shorter male still gets on his nerves.

“Where should we go after this, Miyaji-san? The arcade? Oh I know I know! Let’s take a purikura!”

“Hah? Why would two guys take those girly types of photo stickers together?!”

“Ehh?! Friends do take it too you know! Like Reo-nee with that one-eyed guy and the shortie from Yosen!”

“That’s because that ‘Reo-nee’ of yours was there!”

“Besides, I want a photo of us together Miyaji-san! So that I can show Reo-nee that we’re buddies!”

Buddies.

“That is unnecessary,” Miyaji scowled and walked faster, quickly leaving Hayama behind. Hayama whined but followed energetically, resuming his persuasion for a purikura but was ignored by Miyaji.

This was probably the…..Miyaji had lost count of the number of times they have been hanging out like this during the weekend. It started that one time when Miyaji had gone to Maji Burger with Ootsubo after his entrance exams for his choice of college. To be shocked by Hayama’s appearance there was an understatement for the blond since the other small forward lived in Kyoto; why would he be in Tokyo of all places? Apparently, Akashi had brought his team over and left the regulars to do as they wished while he went to meet his old group of friends. So by coincidence, the Rakuzan Uncrowned Kings were in Maji Burger. While Miyaji was shocked and displeased by the encounter, the Rakuzan players greeted them indifferently (if Hayama’s usual cheerfulness and Mibuchi’s soft, pleased smile were considered indifferent) as if the match between them had never happened. Ootsubo greeted them pleasantly, holding no grudge whatsoever and even shook their hands. Well, not that Miyaji did hold any grudges but he was under no good impression of the cruel Uncrowned Kings and was not ashamed to show his displeasure towards the trio – not that they were in any way affected by it. Hayama surprisingly (in Miyaji’s opinion, that is) remembered the blond and offered his hand for a shake.

“Miyaji-san, right? Last time was a shame but let’s play one another again!”

Miyaji distinctly remembered wanting to run the stupid brat over with Kimura’s pickup truck and dumped him in the sea after burning the body to ashes. And he expected Miyaji to shake his hand after rubbing their loss in his face. He would have ignored the hand honestly but he shook it anyway while forcing a strained smile with a vein popped on his head. He even expressed his annoyance and said what he was thinking to do with Kimura’s pickup truck. Instead of feeling offended though, Hayama found it amusing and laughed because it reminded him of the time when Miyaji managed to pass him during their match in Winter Cup.

“That’s murder Miyaji-san! And we just met too! Say, should we hang out after this? I’m bored! Reo-nee and Ei-chan are planning to go shopping!”

The kid was freaking loud and gosh, do his eyes ever stop sparkling? Why did it glitter like that? Miyaji had, of course, declined because he was with Ootsubo and he’d rather not deal with annoying brats any longer. Mibuchi also expressed his objections to Kotarou, being the mother hen that he is, telling the small forward not to disturb other people.

Hayama would have given up on the idea if it wasn’t for Ootsubo suddenly encouraging Miyaji to accompany Hayama since he would soon need to fetch his sister from school and buy groceries together. Hayama of course jumped at the opportunity and Miyaji probably felt the need to curse Ootsubo with thousand curses from the non-existent majestic horrible books of curses for the first time. He had made excuses on wanting to follow Ootsubo to fetch his little brother Yuuya as well but both of them knew Miyaji doesn’t ‘fetch’ Yuuya because they just don’t do that even as close as brothers they are. The sudden turn of events forced Miyaji to hang out with Hayama anyway, Mibuchi’s objections went passed deaf ears that he ended up reluctantly agreed but not without reminding Hayama to keep his phone on for their calls in case it was time to go back.

So that was the first hangout which ended with Hayama wanting to exchange numbers with Miyaji in which of course wasn’t granted. But the next morning after Hayama had gone back to Kyoto, Miyaji received a text full of cheerful emoticons and exclamation marks and instantly he knew who it was.

‘Yay Miyaji-san! I got your number from Akashi! Hehe, so now we have each other’s numbers! This is my number by the way! Let’s hang out again some time, last night was a lot of fun!!’

Miyaji just couldn’t comprehend how the heck Hayama could find him fun when he clearly showed his distaste for his rival, wasn’t ashamed of it even.

‘Damn brat. You better not disturb me every day or you’ll find yourself flat against Kimura’s truck’s tyres.’

‘Hahaha that’s scary Miyaji-san! Don’t worry, I am just gonna text when I want to hang out with you again in the weekend!’

That was the start of his frequent hangouts with Hayama during the weekends, although not every week because sometimes Miyaji would not allow Hayama to come over at all because goddammit, the kid may be loaded but save up a little will ya? At the expense of a little bit extra of his time for their next hangout that is.

The first few times, Miyaji tried to not turn up for their hangout. He even feigned busy with workload and stuff but college hadn’t started yet and Hayama was smarter than he looked because when he had invited Miyaji, he was already down in Tokyo. And if Miyaji was still stubborn (You’re the one who came down without telling me earlier, that’s your problem), Hayama would guilt trip him with telling him how he had sacrificed his practice time to come down, how he had barely dodge the blade of Akashi’s patience and how he had used his own pocket money to come down there just to meet Miyaji-san. Miyaji, although scolded him that it was his own fault for skipping practice and wasted his money recklessly, finally relented because he didn’t like the slight feeling of being in debt with his rival (although it wasn’t his fault to begin with). Damn brat.

Now that was that, it had become like their thing to hangout during the weekends if Miyaji was free enough and if Hayama was let off of practice on the condition that he worked very hard during the weekdays practice so Akashi can deem it acceptable for him to skip a practice or two. Miyaji had grown sort of accustomed to his past rival’s presence, maybe still annoyed at some point but the brat had always had that effect on him.

“Woah! That was a good game! I’m tired!” Hayama exclaimed, wiping the dripping sweats on his chin with the collar of his shirt. He was still grinning brightly despite the pants after playing an intense one-on-one at a nearby street basketball court with Miyaji who was lying flat on the ground on his back, having his energy drained out completely, especially since he was already exhausted to begin with.

“Good game, my ass. I never won against you,” Miyaji bit out in a small, irritated voice but was still heard by Hayama who took a seat beside his rival. The Raijuu grinned toothily, rocking back and forth on his butt and looking expectantly at Miyaji.

“So where should we go after this Miyaji-san?!”

“What? You still wanna go somewhere? What time are you going back anyway?”

“I booked the 9pm train. It’s still 6 so I still have some time.”

“Why the hell did you take such a late train? I’m not gonna treat you to dinner man.”

Hayama laughed and laid down on his back, facing Miyaji, his snaggle tooth poking out.

Miyaji stole a glance to his side before looking back up to the orange sky when their eyes met in that brief moment. His cheek pinked slightly unnoticeably as it blended with his red face as a result of his match with Hayama. Stupid brat, what the hell is he doing laying down next to him and looking intently at him with those big eyes and cat-like smile. It made the blond uncomfortable and fidgety that he decided to sit up to ease the awkwardness he was feeling. Besides, what would people think if they saw two guys lying down in the middle of the basketball court with one of them looking at the other? Definitely weird, that is.

“Let’s get a takeout at Maji and go back to my place.”

Hayama perked up excitedly.

“Wah really?! This will be the first time I’m going to your place Miyaji-san!”

“Tch, don’t get used to it. I’m exhausted and I can’t just ditch you because of your stupid decision to go back late.”

“Aw come one Miyaji-san! I didn’t get to hang out with you last week so I have to make that up right?”

“Who asked you to come late? If it wasn’t for that, you could have gone back earlier.”

Hayama scrunched his eyebrows in a non-threatening way but showing his displeasure all the same.

“I overslept! And I do wanna know how it feels like spending time late with you, Miyaji-san!”

Miyaji rolled his eyes. “Why do you always have such ridiculous reasons? Isn’t there any rational part in your brain at all?”

Hayama protested but Miyaji was already standing up and heading towards the exit, ignoring the noisy high-schooler who caught up with him along with his ignored protests.

Honestly, Miyaji didn’t mind the company even if the company might have been a little too loud for his liking.

……..

After having dinner and shower (Hayama brought a change of clothes and borrowed the shower), the two of them were just lounging around in the living room, watching basketball matches on the television. Hayama was lying down on his back on the couch while Miyaji sat on the floor, leaning against the couch because he claimed it was more comfortable that way.

“Oi kid. It’s already 8. Shouldn’t you be getting ready at the station about now?” Miyaji turned his head around to look over his shoulder at his company but was startled when the aforementioned male’s face was so close to his own. He nearly knocked his head against the coffee table. Feeling his cheek warmed and heart racing a mile, Miyaji was so relieved when he realised that Hayama had fallen asleep or else the situation would have been pretty awkward – or awkward for him at least. Does the kid even have the capability to feel awkward?

His eyes softened at the peaceful sight. Heaving a sigh, he scooted closer to the sleeping boy until he was close enough to simply watch without alarming the other party but not close enough to breathe on him.

“Heh, what is this? You can actually look so calm huh?” He chuckled to himself, arm resting on the armrest of the couch with his wrist dangling slightly so that the tips of his long fingers could play with the soft orange locks delicately without waking Hayama up.

Miyaji hated to admit it but somewhere along the line, a spot had been made reluctantly in his heart for the kiddo.

He didn’t know what to call it yet. But he knew he felt comfortable with the male and probably appreciate his company more than he’d liked to. It wasn’t meant to happen but somehow, at some point he started to anticipate the visit although still keeping firm with his principle to discipline the kid a bit or else the brat would get carried away and ended up living in Tokyo instead. He was still rough in his treatment towards the brat but the brat had always taken it well that he didn’t feel the need to force himself to be nice or something. It was natural between the both of them. Maybe that was what he’d liked. He didn’t act the same towards his other friends because he hadn’t needed to but with Hayama, it was a reflex. He had to do it anyway, the kid just wouldn’t sit still.

But Hayama still had fun with him. That was somehow special in a way.

Of course, there was a problem with that sort of thinking – or feelings, for that matter.

Other than the fact they were both guys and Miyaji wasn’t supposed to like Hayama (his type of girl is MiyuMiyu for God’s sake), there was the fact that Hayama referred to them as ‘buddies’.

Miyaji felt like slapping himself. What the heck is wrong with being ‘buddies’? That was what they are right? But somehow when Hayama said that earlier, he found the word to be distasteful. It wasn’t the fact he didn’t want to admit he actually was probably buddies with Hayama.

But the fact he probably didn’t want to be buddies because he wanted more.

Now he felt like punching himself.

What the hell was he thinking? The silence must have made him go nuts. And maybe that cute, peaceful sleeping face did something to his – once was – rational mind.

He should stop. He could easily scare Hayama away. If him being a violent, angry senpai didn’t scare the male away, then him being sappy might.

‘I should wake him up now or else, he’ll miss his train.’

“Oi, Hayama.” Miyaji put his other hand on the said male’s shoulder, attempting to wake him up but instead, his eyes had remain fixated on the slightly parted lips of the sleeping male, how they seemed inviting and coaxing him to inch closer until their breaths mingled evenly.

At that moment, all reasons flew out the window. Only a moment of hesitation was considered before Miyaji decided ‘Oh, f*** it’ and closed the distance between.

Sweet and simple, just a touch of lips and maybe a bit of pressure but nothing too heavy yet it may have taken a bit more than a few seconds.

And Hayama just had to choose that moment to wake up.

-END-

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