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Another girl stops by Sakuragi's classroom and hands him a box of chocolates. Asks him to deliver it to that damn Rukawa, and because Sakuragi doesn't want to be attacked by Rukawa's crazy fanclub again, he lies and says he will. He stuffs it in his pocket, decides he'll throw the chocolates out later or just eat them himself.
The girl runs off, and now Sakuragi's mood is ruined as he heads off to practice.
Except he doesn't really get the chance to throw the box out because he has to hurry to the locker room to change into his practice clothes. Then of course he stays long after practice as well. Honestly, the chocolate slips his mind.
When he pulls his pants out of his locker, the box slips out and falls to the ground. Right in front of, Rukawa, who had stayed behind too and was now in the middle of tying his shoes.
It takes a second for Sakuragi to process what fell out and in front of who, but it's enough time for Rukawa to pick the box up.
"Wait! Hold on, those are mine!"
Rukawa squints at the redhead, then stands up from the bench. "My name's written on it," Rukawa replies.
Crap! Sakuragi couldn't let Rukawa go around getting so big headed, having almost every girl in school obsessed with him. The raven haired boy always stole all the attention for himself. Well not if Sakuragi had anything to say about it!
"S-so what?!" He yells, his face becoming as red as his hair.
"I thought you said they were yours, idiot." Rukawa glares at him.
"They are! I–" Sakuragi tries to think quickly "I– I got them for.... you..."
The silence in the locker room is loud, the tension thick. Rukawa's eyes widen for a fraction of a second before he regains his composure. His face turns cold again, an iron wall. But of course Sakuragi notices anyway, he's been watching Rukawa since they were first years, he's been trying to see inside his rival's head since forever.
Rukawa looks back down at the box before meeting Sakuragi's eyes again. They glare at each other for a second longer.
"It's shaped like a heart," Rukawa finally says.
"So?" Sakuragi steps forward, shouting. "What's wrong with it being shaped like a heart, huh? You have a problem?"
Rukawa eyebrows furrow further, his jaw clenching. One of these days his face was just going to get stuck like that, a permanent scowl. Maybe he was born with that face as well, at least that was the theory Sakuragi came up with.
"Why the hell did you get these for me anyway?!"
At that Sakuragi stepped back a little. He scratched his head trying to think of a good excuse. The answer that comes out sounds shy in his uncertainty. Hell if he knows why those girls liked Rukawa (the jerk) so much for. "Because... I wanted to?"
"What."
"Aaaah!! You cunning fox! I wasn't going to give them to you anyway! They fell out! Give the box back!" Sakuragi reaches for it with his long arms but Rukawa shields it almost instinctively, his body naturally treating the box like it was a basketball, and getting into a defensive position.
Rukawa spins out of Sakuragi's range with a fake out as the redhead yells. When he's out of reach he swiftly opens the heart-shaped box.
Rukawa turns around again to face the loudmouth dumbass. "They're melted!" He says angrily.
Oh. Well, they were in Sakuragi's locker for quite a while. For some strange reason it makes Sakuragi stop in embarrassment.
"Give them back if you don't want them," Sakuragi says as he clenches his hands by his sides into fists. He swears he was going to punch the bastard. They might have come a long way since their first year of basketball together, but they still were never going to be friends.
He was just glad the two of them were the only ones in the locker room, so no one else was here to witness this mortifying ordeal. Sakuragi shivers at the idea of his gang finding out, and using it as ammunition to tease him with.
The raven-haired boy doesn't react like Sakuragi expects him to. He thought maybe he'd get the box thrown back at him with an indifferent shrug, instead the fox bastard grabs one of the melted chocolates and pops it into his mouth. He shoves it to the right side of his cheek as he responds with a blunt, "No."
It quickly angers Sakuragi more than anything else, his rage engulfing him in flames. But Rukawa brushes him off, he grabs his bag and leaves the locker room, box still in his hands.
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Outside the gym, Rukawa spits the chocolate out of his mouth into the grass. He has never been a big fan of chocolate.