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After Izuki had arrived home he had stared their corridor for a good fifteen minutes, before he snapped out of his thoughts by his mother’s voice calling him. Apparently his mother had been tried to get his attention for a while now or at least since Izuki had arrived home, hair dripping water.
The point guard blinked and looked at his mother’s; ”Huh? You said something?”
The woman looked at her son with a concerned eyes. ”Are you not feeling well?” the woman asked. She reached up to touch Izuki’s forehead and tilted her head. ”You don’t feel like hot or feverish.”
Izuki closed his eyes and let out a weak laugh. ”No it’s, I mean I am fine”, he told and kicked his shoes off. ”Just a rough practice, so I am a little bit tired.”
”Oh, okay”, his mother told and then took a better look on her son. ”But you are awfully wet! Why didn’t you take some ride at home, I bet you are freezing, honey. Look, I am going to warm a bath for you and make you something to eat okay?”
Izuki sighed but nodded. He picked up his school bag from the floor and started to make his way to upstairs and his room. He threw his bag on the chair and himself on the bed, not even caring to get it wet. Izuki looked at his table and knew, that he probably should do the homework. Probably, but not caring about that right now. He was not in the mood and surely he would tell something to his teacher.
Izuki turned to look back at the ceiling, blinking and then narrowing his eyes. The practice had been, well usual. They made a new game plan and practiced shooting, Kuroko still not getting any balls in the basket. Somehow, Izuki still felt pretty hollow and to be honest he totally knew why.
”Izuki, just shut up”, Hyuuga groaned probably for a fifth time in an hour. They were in the middle of the practice and the point guard had been his usual self, shooting his ridiculous puns when ever he got a chance to. Izuki was well aware that his puns annoyed their captain but what can he do about it. This was his personality and to be honest, it was pretty hard to change yourself just because of the small thing which annoyed only one guy at the team.
Or also few others.
”I have to agree with Hyuuga right now, Izuki”, Kiyoshi said. Well, that was rare because usually Kiyoshi liked his puns, not getting the point of them, but liked them. ”Look, we have had pretty hard practice and your jokes are getting pretty much in everyone’s nerves.”
”Thank you, Kiyoshi”, Hyuuga praised and threw the look on Izuki, while rubbing his temples. Izuki blinked few times before smiling and rolling his eyes; ”Oh come on. I am just trying to lighten the mood here.”
”Well you know”, Hyuuga started and shook his head; ”Don’t.”
The point guard threw his hands to the air, not really feeling that offended. It’s okay, he was use to this, though it really hurt that his childhood friends were thinking this way, but he was totally okay. Not problem at all.
”Shun, honey?” his mother called him, once again snapping him out of his thoughts. His room door opened and the woman looked inside, smiling gently; ”The bath is ready.”
Izuki stood up from the bed quickly and nodded, smiling. ”Thanks mom”, he told and watched as the woman closed his door, instead dropping his smile. Izuki scratched his neck, sighing and while walking, took off his basketball team’s jacket, throwing it on the same chair where his bag was. Taking his towel from the door, he walked to the bathroom, locking the door so he would get the privacy he had been waiting after he got home.
Taking of his shirt and pants, putting them on the laundry basket, Izuki walked to the mirror and wiped the steam away from his reflection. He leaned down on the sink and washed his face, before looking at the mirror again.
Am I really that annoying?
Wow, he had actually managed to piss off Kagami-kun and even Kuroko-kun in fifteen minutes.
”Izuki-senpai”, Kagami had started and threw the basketball on the air and to the basket, before turning to look at the point guard with a slightly annoyed look. The red head, looked like he was struggling with his words but said anyway: ”You should really stop with your puns… I mean, no one really gets them and, don't you think you are going a little bit too far with them?”
Izuki shook his head. ”You are not genius enough to get them and trust me”, he said and smiled widely. ”I know that you are not smart enough… Because I remember the incident where we all helped you to study in your test so you wouldn’t have to quit on bask-”
”While I really don’t like to agree with Kagami-kun”, the voice was heard next to Izuki, making both him and Kagami jump a little. ”I have to do it this time.”
Izuki looked at the small light blue haired boy and then at Kagami then back at Kuroko.
”Oh, I see”, he said grinning. Izuki rose his gaze back to Kagami and winked: ”I can see that you are totally in Kurontrol”
”Izuki, I swear to God”, Hyuuga growled nearby and threw his towel on the bench. The captain walked to their point guard and closed his eyes: ”You say one more pun and I promise you that I will hire a gang kick your ass and ruin your left arm, so you can’t make those shoots for a month, okay?”
The point guard blinked away his shock and opened his mouth, grinning: ”But then that means I would be allright for a month.”
Hyuuga’s eye twitched: ”Izuki, do us all a favor and die. Now shut the fuck up and make twenty laps around the gym.”
Izuki smiled and laughed, not caring if it sounded forced. He brushed the feeling off and turned around. ”Yes, yes, captain”, he told and went off running outside.
”Umm, wasn’t that a little bit too harsh?” Koganei couldn’t help but ask, watching after his friend and then at Hyuuga. The captain pushed his glasses up and shook his head. ”Someone had to tell him that, besides”, he started and nodded towards the gym doors. ”He is Izuki, he will recover soon.”
Outside the gym, Izuki leaned against the wall and looked up to the evening sky. He rose his hand on his chest, not really knowing how he felt. Surely they have been telling him that earlier, that his puns were annoying, sure. But…
…yeah Izuki really didn't know how he felt.
Izuki leaned on the edge of the bathtub, swirling his wet hair around his finger. He closed his eyes and tried not to thought the practice, or everyone’s faces. Tomorrow would be a new day. Maybe they wouldn’t ever remember this and maybe he didn’t remember this tomorrow and they all would be alright at school.
drip… drip…
”What the-?” Izuki blinked and rose his hand on the face. He felt something wet, definitely not the bathtub water but tears, rolling down on his cheeks. The point guard laughed it off and wiped the tears off with his arm. ”No, no, no”, he chanted and sniffed. ”It’s okay, I am okay… I am used to this.”
Izuki bumped back of his head on the tile wall, looking to the ceiling. ”This is stupid”, he muttered. ”Totally, stupid… Why do I even care? It’s not like they need to like my puns, right?” the point guard asked from no one particular. He dropped his gaze to the water and whispered; ”Right?”
He rose his hand on his chest, like he had done at practice and frowned. ”Then why do I feel so miserable? Why does my chest hurt when I think about this? Its not like I am not used to be scolded…”
Izuki reached up to turn the shower on, enjoying the cool water dropping down on him. He tilted his head to look at his reflection on the mirror and blinked. ”Would they be happy if I stopped my puns all together? Would I be the same person if I stopped saying those?” Izuki wondered put loud still staring at himself. He had never thought this way and it actually felt weird to think this deeply.
His gaze dropped to the counter just beside the bathtub. Izuki reached on it and took his older sister’s, Aya’s, scissors from it and looked at them, turning them around and back. ”Would they even care if something happens?”
Izuki narrowed his eyes tiredly. Then he gasped and threw the scissors on the other side of the bathtub. ”Wow, no”, Izuki said to himself, swallowing hard. What the hell was he thinking? That, I mean, what the hell was he going to do? Cut his throat open or wrist open, what?
”Do us a favor and die.”
”Shut the fuck up, Izuki!”
”Shut up, or I swear to God!”
The point guard flinched and shuddered. He wrapped his arms around himself, closing his eyes. ”I am okay, I am okay… Take deep breath and-” "
"Don’t you ever quit your jokes?"
"You are ruining the mood."
Die, Izuki. Just go and die."
Izuki opened his eyes wide open, looking down to the water, not really seeing anything since the dropping water made the surface blurry. Izuki let out a weak laugh, full of bitterness and amusement. It was not one of his usual laughs, because it sounded foreign. Even for him.
”They wouldn’t care… They would be happy”, Izuki said to himself. He looked other side of the tub, where he had threw his sister’s scissors, and reached to pick them up again. ”Hell, I can imagine Hyuuga jumping up and down from the joy as he hears that no more puns from me”, he snarled bitterly and leaned back to the other side.
He rose the scissors a little, looking at them against the light, watching they shone. They looked pretty sharp, well of course they were sharp, they were fucking scissors.
Taking a deep breath, Izuki lower his hands and taking the object just on his right arm and placing the sharp end on his left wrist, stopping the motion quickly after. He frowned a little and thought for a moment; Would this be the answer so my puns would stop? The end for my jokes?
The point guard looked to his side and his reflection. Maybe if… He lifted his right hand up on his throat, swallowing. He breathed deeply in and then out, before dropping his hands down. ”I can’t do this”, he told to himself and shook his head.
”You are getting everyone’s nerves.”
”No one gets you anyway…”
”I have to agree…”
”Shut up.”
Izuki stopped his head motion and narrowed his eyes. He looked at his reflection once more, before rising his right hand and the scissors on his throat, left hand joining the right and taking the tight grip on the object. His hand trembled, but taking a few deep breaths, Izuki managed to calm himself down.
”It’s gonna be okay”, he told to himself and smiled a little. He closed his eyes and whispered, not caring about the tears on his eyes, while he was getting ready to quick motion of his hands; ”It will only hurt… once.”