Kuroko no Basuke fanfic

Hayama Kotarō x Miyaji Kiyoshi Fujimaki Tadatoshi

The story is taking place after winter cup, after Vorpal Sword beaten up Jabberwock too. So, here we go with the fluffy stories between Hayama and Miyaji where no ones know ;)

Miyaji had been sitting on a bench at a park near the station, he was waiting someone that should had been there for about half an hour before.

"Tck. Where the fuck that loudy guy?" Once in awhile Miyaji stared at his watch, making sure himself that he didn't come too early or he would be embarrassed seeing like all high up about this meeting.

"Miyaji-san!" A familiar voice could be heard from afar. A male figure running with an unexplained kind of expression plastered on his face, like he was going to cry somehow. Wait? Going to cry?

Miyaji suddenly stood up from the bench and looked at the male figure he had been waiting for, "The hell Kota—what thing making you took that long!? Wait! Why the fuck? Are you crying?"

The male figure was known as one of the uncrownwd king from Kyoto, named Hayama Kotarou. He went from Kyoto to Tokyo just for having a date with Miyaji. "I'm sorry for being late. Something came up, and I'm so saaad!"

Miyaji couldn't help but curious, what thing in the world could make Hayama cry like this?

"What? What's came up?"

"I saw dead bodies! On the road! It's so scary!"

Miyaji jolted in surprise and covered Hayama's mouth using his palm, "What? Dead bodies? Did you report it to the police?"

Hayama shook his head with his mouth still being covered.

"Then? You left them be?"

Hayama shook his head again.

"What did you do then?"

Hayama pulled Miyaji's hand away from his mouth, he couldn't explain the whole story before Miyaji uncovered his mouth. "I saw them, then I buried them under a tree at a nearby park. That's so saad Miyaji-san! Their bodies even not in shape anymore!"

Miyaji got even shock, "Seriously!? You should just call a police asshole!"

"Eh? But why?"

"YOU FOUND DEAD BODIES! FUCKING DEAD BODIES!" The high pitch Miyaji just made, taking some people attention around them.

"Err, you're too loud," Hayama seemed realizing that they were being watched by their surrounding.

Miyaji pulled Hayama's hand to another spots. "Is that really your reason for coming late?"

"I swear," Hayama murmured softly.

"Dead bodies? Can you recognize their faces?"

"Eerr, they have the same faces. They all have."

"Huh? You mean like twins?"

"Err.. I don't know?"

Miyaji sighed, "Am I the only one who's being serious here?"

"I'm serious, Miyaji-san! It's dead bodies," Hayama insisted.

"We need to report it to the police then," The taller male started walking first, his first destination was police station.

"Wait, why we need to report it?"

"I told you since it's dead bodies! Asshole! Don't you understand dead bodies?"

"It wasn't like they're human dead bodies though..."

Miyaji went silent as looked at Hayama, "What do you mean?"

"It's frog dead bodies," Hayama looked away as scratched his nape.

Miyaji then walked away, left Hayama with a big question mark.

"Miyaji-san? Oi! Miyaji-san!" Hayama chasing Miyaji from behind, "Are you mad at me?"

"Leave me alone."

"Miyaji-san~"

"Go die you fucking asshole."

"Don't be rude~"

"Gonna shove a pineapple into your fucking mouth."

"How mean~ I'm coming from Kyoto, Miyaji-san~"

"Be gone you dumbass!"

"Miyaji-san~~"

~ Fin ~