"Oi, Nerd," the raven head growled as he blocked the shorter's way through the corridor. "I don't like the way you're looking at me."

Akihito owlishly blinked, not quite sure as to why the other had stopped him. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the other students whisper in curiosity and scurry away in fear.

His golden eyes fell on the taller's figure, where they scared of him?

He paused for a second, his eyes going from one teen to another as he counted the number of people the raven had around him. His friends, probably.

He slid his gaze back on the raven head.

"Hanamiya, Makoto?" he uttered, mildly confused. Wasn't that the boy who had started up the basketball club?

He blinked twice, a flash of realization course through his eyes. "Are you talking to me?"

Hanamiya took an incredulous step back, his lips twitched, threatening to purse. "Are you retarded?" he taunted before sliding his gaze to look at Hara on the side.

"Hara," he called, making the teen blow a bubble before humming. "He's in your class, isn't he?"

Akihito's eyes followed Hanamiya's focus to fall on the grey-haired teen. Hara Kazuya, was it? If he remembered correctly they were classmates. His eyes fell on the ginger head next to the Power Forward, and Yamazaki Hiroshi.

From the information he had gathered, both were friends, came from the same middle school, and played in the newly built basketball club. He thought that they complemented one another quite well. Hara was good in literary subjects, especially ancient literature, and Yamazaki in more scientific domains such as biology.

Hara licked his upper lip. "Yeah, his name's Kuroko, he doesn't speak much," the teen provided with a shrug. He wasn't interested in his classmate, and if not for the fact that Hanamiya found his stare annoying, he wouldn't have talked to him.

Hanamiya's lips seemed to tug down at the name. "Kuroko? Why do I feel like I heard this name before," he mumbled. He couldn't remember where he had heard it, but he was sure that the owner of the name was an annoying pest.

His focus on the name, Hanamiya's hostility slightly dwindled. He is quick to shift his focus, Akihito deduced. Or maybe it was that the name was more important than someone he didn't know. Either way, Akihito pulled his notebook out and recorded the hypothesis.

Hanamiya who caught sight of the book raised an eyebrow. "What's that?" he wondered, picking the journal from the blue's hand to look through it. "Your diary?" he mocked.

Akihito's eyes met Hanamiya's greyish brown ones in silence. He didn't show any sign of discomfort as the raven began to read through his notes. After all, he was proud of them. He didn't react to the name 'diary' either, it wasn't far from reality, after all.

Hanamiya clicked his tongue, annoyed by the lack of reaction. His eyes traveled the neatly recorded words, jumping from line to line, he flipped the pages in silence, his interest suddenly picked.

"You— Kuroko," he called out, Akihito noted how he changed the way he addressed him after reading his notes. "Are you the one who wrote all of this?" he rhetorically asked.

Akihito felt himself fill up with pride. "Yes," he answered without missing a beat. Of course, it was him, how could he let someone else take the credit for his arduously gained notes.

Hanamiya chuckled, his fingers flipped through some more pages as if to confirm his guess. "You're really thorough," he complimented. His words seemed to make the others curious as they began to lean over the raven's shoulder to have a look.

A sly grin on his face, Hanamiya snapped the notebook closed. "Here, you can have it back," Akihito noted how he asserted the fact rather than apologizing for snatching it first. "I'm Hanamiya Makoto."

Akihito received his notebook in silence, already flipping through the pages to record information on the raven head, he paused. Did he just introduce himself?

His golden eyes skeptically looked up to stare at Hanamiya. They stared at one another in silence. Akihito felt slightly lost, what was he supposed to answer to that?

Hanamiya's lips twitched. "And you? Shouldn't you introduce yourself?"

"Oh," Akihito dully vocalized, suddenly aware. His eyes seemed to brighten at once. Was this the legendary 'make friends' events? Mother will be so happy! "Kuroko Akihito," he answered, if not for the light in his eyes, Hanamiya wouldn't have found any difference in the blue's state.

"I came from Teiko Junior High, I like acting and observing people. The reason I came to Kirisaki Daiichi was that there used to be no basketball club, I really hate basketball," he introduced, voice monotone as he almost, word for word, reproduced his introduction from his first day.

Hanamiya seemed somewhat put off by the sudden flood of information. "Yeah, okay," he mechanically answered. Looking in those pools of gold, he felt strangely pressured to add on.

"I like to piss off people, and I play basketball."

"I know."

Hanamiya paused. "You know?" he articulated.

Akihito gave a firm nod, his face as blank and devoid of emotion as before as pulled his notebook out. "Mhm, I recorded it all," he said, expertly flipping through the pages until he found the name Hanamiya Makoto written in bold letters.

He shoved the journal in the taller's hands, pointing out the column and paragraphs dedicated to the male.

Hanamiya's eyes silently skidded over the recorded information. "That's—"

"Accurate," cut the tallest of the group. He yawned, casually pulling his hair back to better look at the notes. He snorted, "look," he pointed, lazily shoving his pointer finger on the page. "He even found out about your sweet tooth."

Hanamiya shut the notebook before handing it back. "Liking chocolate and having a sweet tooth are two different matters," he corrected, glaring at their Center before looking back at Akihito.

Akihito added 'he isn't honest with his likes and dislikes,' to his definition of the teen.

"Say, Kuroko, how about we learn about each other?"

Akihito blinked. Was this a roundabout to ask for friendship?

"Okay," he blandly nodded. "Let's be friends."

Hanamiya's face froze for a second before he burst out laughing. "Ha, friends!" he barked, momentarily remembering an old schoolmate, a year his Senior. "Okay," he agreed, eyes ferally narrowed. "Let's be friends."

Akihito enthusiastically nodded. His eyes flickered over the males that surrounded Hanamiya. "Then, does it mean that we are friends too?" he questioned as he began to recall their names.

Hanamiya didn't leave them a time to answer the shorter's question. He grinned. "Sure, they'll be your friends too," he agreed. "Do I need to introduce you or do you already know one another?"

The blue head shook his head. "Know," he asserted. "There's no need," he confirmed before stopping himself. Perhaps was it inappropriate for him to say this? "But if you want to introduce yourself you can," he tried, his bland voice carrying some insecurities as he uttered those words.

Hanamoya watched as the teen tilted his head in obvious wonder, his face as blank as before. He snorted, patting the blue's shoulder with calculated precision.

He was so awkward, he mused. The easiest type to deceive.

"Nah, don't worry, if you know them already it saves us the hassle," he comforted. His greyish brown eyes scanned his teammates and he grinned. "Either way, they already heard your self-introduction."

Akihito nodded in understanding. He pulled his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and accessing the contact app before shoving it into Hanamiya's hands.

"Number?"

The raven smirked. "Right, my number."