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

Babysitting 6

Sitting in the office was something I enjoyed.

However...

My eyes found its way to the man sitting in the same chair with the same preposterous behavior and same mocking grin that made my blood boil.

On a good note, the notebook that was taken out of permission yesterday was secured happily in my hands, but...

but the man who took it, is still here trying to pick a fight..

His grin widened at the scowl on my face.

"What do you want, Hanamiya? I won't accomodate you without your teammates," I said and walked towards the opened laptop situated on top of my desk.

The report wasn't due today but with Hanamiya's annoying presence in the office, I'd rather finish the report than deal with his nonsense.

"Returning the notebook," he gestured at the notebook beside my laptop.

I raised an eyebrow, without averting my eyes from the screen. "Thank you, Captain obvious. Now that you did that, I don't have any business with you... alone. If you want to be entertained, this is not the place for you and I'm certainly not the person for it. You are dismiss."

When I did not hear any movements, I looked his way and sure enough, he made his self comfortable while eyeing me boredly.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" I asked in disbelief, glancing back at the screen.

"You're boring."

I stopped typing and stared at him blankly. Sighing, I pushed up my glasses. "Tell me something I don't know," I rolled my eyes, and resumed typing.

"...Or so I thought."

Huh?

Frowning, I turned to look at him. My typing ceased completely.

Grinning, he pulled out his phone and carelessly tossed it my way.

I didn't want to catch the phone, but if he's freely giving it to me, there must be a reason behind it.

"Are you giving free phones now, Hanamiya?" I asked, putting his phone beside my laptop.

"You wish... Put your number on my contacts."

I raised an eyebrow. Did he just command me to give my number?

"I am positive that asking politely wouldn't kill you."

He shot an annoyed glare my way. "If I did, would you give it easily?"

"No," my answer was immediate.

Why would I give him my number? Why would he even need it in the first place?

"I don't believe you have a valid reason to ask for my number. Unless it is school-related, my number is out of the question."

He rolled his eyes. "Of course, it's school-related, idiot. Why else would I need the number of a boring person? Anyways, arrange a practice match for us."

I stared at him blankly. For a man with an IQ as high as the Eiffel Tower, it is annoying to say that he forgot the difference between a command and a request.

As always...

"That... I can do, and it does not really require my number," I shrugged, getting back to work.

"Tell me..."

From my peripheral vision, I noticed him moved and changed his position.

"Are you playing hard to get or are you just plain stupid? Coz either of two makes you look dumb."

I'm done... I am sooo done.

I fixed my stare at his face and gestured at the door. "Hanamiya Makoto... out. I want you out of this office right now."

Right f*cking now...