Fight Like A...(Hanamiya Makoto x Reader)

Hanamiya's grin almost split his face in half when he saw his target visibly shake. Oh, how he loved the look of fear reflected in his prey's eyes.
It was completely by chance that he had been at the 'right place' at the 'right time'. He had left basketball practice early, his mind clustered with stifling thoughts that at a later date, he would acknowledge (only to himself) were trivial. Giving his fellow teammates a rare day off, he found himself aimlessly roaming the busy streets of Tokyo.
He had been uncharacteristically lost in his own thoughts, only to be brought back to the present when he heard shoes crunch against gravel near him. His dull, bored eyes zoned in on movement not too far from himself and lit up not a moment later. It seemed that the universe wanted to cheer him up.

He leisurely walked into the public basketball court and observed the lone player for a while. He was no prodigy but he definitely had skill. With practice and time, he would probably be someone reputable in the basketball circles. He would just have to fix that, wouldn't he?
"Hey!" The dark haired male grinned in a friendly way at the slightly shorter one as he approached him.
The latter was sweaty and his breath came out in puffs but he smiled back and offered a greeting.
Perfect, it seemed his poor victim was oblivious as to who he was.
"I love playing basketball too. How about a little one-on-one?"

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"AGH!" The sandy-haired man fell to the ground, gripping his ankle. "What the hell, man?!" He managed to gasp out in spite of the pain he was in. The parts of his slightly tan skin that were visible were littered with cuts and scratches from none too friendly interactions with the coarse ground. Hanamiya knew that there were more discolored regions hidden from immediate view; they were his special gift to his new friend.
The man struggled to get to his feet, only managing to get onto one knee before he felt his strength waning. A hand placed itself on his head, slightly rustling his hair.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
Hanamiya's concerned face quickly morphed into his sadistic smirk, chilling the other to his core. "And you'll keep being hurt if you continue to entertain this idea of playing basketball. I suggest-"
He was cut off by the sound of a basketball bouncing. His smirk slid off his face as he released the other male, contempt curving a sneer on his face.
He hated being interrupted.

"Is there a problem?" He stood to his full length and stuffed his hands into his pocket as he turned to face the newcomer. The first thing he noticed was the murderous glint in the (color) eyes glaring at him. The second was the red arm band on your left sleeve.
Oh? Had he stepped onto someone else's turf? His smirk slipped right back on.
His day just kept getting better and better didn't it?

You observed the tall, intimidating male and the other, groaning on the ground by his feet. The ball in your hands dropped and rolled a short distance away as you folded your hands over your chest.
"Attacking students, especially of Seirin High School, is against the rules." [1]
Hanamiya didn't even try to hold back the laughter that spilled forth.
You were cute, he'd give you that, but he also wasn't going to let you walk away with that haughty look in your eye. His stance was completely at ease as he walked towards you. You probably had no clue what you were getting yourself into.
"Hanamiya Makoto." So maybe you did.

"Ah, you have heard of me? I'm flattered." His voice practically dripped with honey-laced sarcasm. "Are you a basketball fan? Oh, wait. You did mention Seirin, didn't you?"
Setting aside the bitterness that bubbled up as he remembered his loss, his continued to goad you.
"Did you like the artwork I displayed with my style of basketball?" He saw your lip curl into a snarl and thought he had the upper hand.

"Art? Style? You're disgraceful trash." [2] You spat back. He narrowed his eyes at your reply, halting about five steps from you. Five steps that could be easily and very quickly taken.
"Go home before you say something that might get your pretty little self broken, Prefect." Hanamiya wasn't one to usually pick fights with females but he did believe in instilling fear and respect using various methods.

What he did not expect was how fast your snarl morphed into a smirk, one that intrigued and appealed to him.
"You need to learn some discipline."
"And who's going to teach me? A little girl like you?"
"I'm not a little girl. But I do fight like a girl."
He raised an eyebrow at you and scoffed.
"Just try to keep up."

Hanamiya learnt all the many ways "falling for someone" could mean.

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The Seirin boys immediately turned and ran the other way as soon as they saw you raise your leg to kick someone in the basketball court they wanted to use for evening practice.
It was an unspoken unanimous vote that had their coach Riko and Nigou, their adorable puppy, running after them, confused.