same old imahana

KnB 30 Day Challenge: Day 6 - Favorite Minor Character

Imayoshi’s eyes appreciation post. For more evil wickedness check Hanamiya’s dimple

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Kuroko no Basuke Challenge

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There was an undeniable sense of dread that welled at the pit of her stomach when the idea of being in the same class as Hanamiya Makoto began to register in her mind further and further. Judging by how he acted when they’d met at the shrine, he couldn’t be that bad, right?

But this was also the same person who’d broken her arm and called her an idiot, before that. Her arm really was beginning to ache.

Especially when the teacher seemed to be figuring out which students were simply absent, and which desk was legitimately empty. The ones closest to him were also the ones that were first and foremost mentioned in her prayers: anywhere but there, please, spirits and deities above.

So of course when she’d been directed to a seat at the front of the class the ravenette let out a breath of relief she never even realized she was holding in, settling down at her new desk and taking out a new notebook along with her old one to compare and perhaps begin where they’d left off.

Things didn’t seem too bad, once the lessons had begun: a review of the last chapter this class had gone over was the same one she’d looked over ahead of time just in case, and Nijimura was at least relieved she would be able to learn quite well even here.

The problems now, though, were that bit of homesickness and the person sitting at the back of the classroom.

… Maybe I will be able to be on the library committee and hide there, if it is not too late to join..?

He was silently very thankful that his teacher instructed the girl to sit at the front of the class; there was only a set amount of annoyance he could take from one person in one day. The classes went by fairly quickly and he just minded his own business, not paying attention to certain lessons as he had already memorized the curriculum needed for the next exam. 

The lunch hour came around finally, so he had gotten out of his seat with the intentions of heading for the cafeteria. His mother had always insisted on making lunches for him but he declined, seeing no need for her to go through the trouble. As he was getting up from his seat, he sent one last glance to the new girl, smirking, and then walked out of the room.

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Happy birthday Hanamiya!

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