It Started with a Hello

xxxiv

"Here."

Hanamiya threw a bag at [Last Name], and she barely caught it. They were on their way to school, and they met up at their usually spot. It had been a couple of weeks since their meeting with the officer, and Kirisaki's first game was tomorrow.

"What is it?" she asked, opening it up.

"Some cameras and wiretaps. I'll help you set them up whenever your dad isn't home."

She looked up at him with a smile on her face. "Thank you, Mako-chan! You can probably come over today, but you'd have to come right after school because he comes home sometime around practice ends."

"I'll cancel practice then," he muttered .

...

Just as [Last Name] thought, her dad was out when they arrived at her house. Unlocking the door, they both stepped in.

"Your house is surprisingly tidy," Hanamiya commented.

She giggled. "I try to keep is clean. Clean is normal, after all."

He frowned, but said nothing as she set the bag down on the coffee table in the living room.

"The cameras and wire taps are relatively small, so it'll be much easier to hide," she murmured.

As they were trying to decide where to put them, the front door open. [Last Name] froze as her dad stumbled in. He looked at [Last Name] and Hanamiya, then to the bag, which clearly revealed its contents.

He clicked his tongue, a glare forming on his face. "[First Name], what the fuck are you doing, and who the fuck is he?"

"I-I," she stammered nervously, "it's not what you think--"

"Looks like you're trying to record something. Are you that upset about sharing such an intimate moment with me?" he teased darkly.

Hanamiya growled, which only brought attention to himself.

Her dad looked at him. "Were you the one who suggested this? Giving my daughter idiotic ideas?"

"Says the one who raped his daughter," he sneered, his glare matching [Last Name]'s dad's glare.

He made his way over to the two. He grabbed the bag, lifting it up. "I'll just have to discard this." He turned to [Last Name]. "As for you..." He threw the bag at her, hitting her in the face. She let out a cry in pain.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Hanamiya growled.

He smirked. "I'm just punishing her. I suggest you leave, or I'll just have to up the punishment."

"Go," [Last Name] begged, "Please."

Hanamiya just stood there, unable to leave.

Her dad grabbed a fistful of her hair, bringing her face down to his pants. "You don't want this to happen, do you?"

He left reluctantly.

...

From: [First Name]

Thank you for leaving.

From: Mako-chan <3

Are you okay? I feel like shit for leaving you.

From: [First Name]

Don't be. It would've been worse if you had stayed.

From: [First Name]

And I'm fine.

Hanamiya wasn't too sure if she was.

...

[Last Name] still came, which surprised Hanamiya. He had thought her dad would put her in house arrest.

"I just told him I'm the manager of the basketball team, and that I need to be there for the games."

She was, as Hanamiya suspected, beaten up. Luckily it was cold outside so she could cover most of it up without standing out too much, but anyone could still see the cuts and bruises on her face.

"What happened, [Last Name]-chan?" Hara asked, "Was it Hanamiya? Something told me he would be an abusive boyfriend."

"Shut up, Hara," Furuhashi said, a yawning Seto behind him.

Hanamiya scoffed at him. "As if I would be low enough to hit my own girlfriend."

[Last Name] smiled. "Yeah, it wasn't him. But it's okay, it was nothing."

"You look too hurt for it to be nothing," Yamazaki mumbled under his breath.

"It's fine!" she exclaimed, "What's more important is the game today!"

"We're watching Seirin play, dumbass. The second stringers are playing," Hanamiya replied.

She pouted. "It's still important.

...

[Last Name] let a smirk form on her face. She had gotten a hold of various videos of Seirin's games, and they still had the same playing style. The only thing different was Kuroko's Quasi-Emperor Eye and Kagami's ability to go into the Zone. But once she finds a way to overcome those two things, Kirisaki's victory would be a given.

"You look confident, [First Name]," Hanamiya said, a smirk of his own on his face.

She blushed, flustered. "I was thinking how easy it would be for you to win if I can find a way to beat their two strongest abilities."

"Can you do it, [Last Name]-chan, or will you fail as the manager?" Hara teased.

"I can't decide whether you hate her or not," Yamazaki murmured in thought.

Furuhashi sighed. "Just ignore them, [Last Name]-san. They're idiots."

Yamazaki snorted, while Hara chuckled. [Last Name] smiled as she watched Hanamiya's scowl form on his face.

...

[Last Name] was glad the second stringers won. It would've been bad if they had actually lost.

She was now walking back home with Hanamiya. He looked deep in thought, and she wondered what was going on in his head.

"Do you think you can last until your birthday?" he asked finally, "With your dad, I mean."

[Last Name] shrugged. "I've lasted this long with him, so yeah."

He grunted, before responding. "Good."

"Why do you ask?"

"I have a present for you."

His answer didn't really clear any doubts from her mind.

...

This one is kinda bland. Next chapter will be intense/sweet, though.

-Caity