Drabble Title: 1. Fate
Words: 519
A/N: Honestly, what possessed me to ship Morizuki and write this is beyond me. I guess I could blame tumblr, but still. Basically, this is just a bunch of drabbles (or oneshots, really, since some of these are really long) about the Moriyama's and Izuki's relationship. I just think they're so cute together and I couldn't resist writing them. I have a few written already so maybe updates won't take so long? I don't know yet. It depends on how many I decide on writing. This might be a bit AU and OOC, so you've been warned.

If he had left it up to fate, he'd have been screwed.

It has to be fate...

There he is again, Moriyama thinks as he walks into the same coffee shop that he's been visiting ever since he was old enough to drink coffee. The 'he' in question is Seirin's point guard, whose name Moriyama still doesn't know but is desperate to find out. And Moriyama only knows that he's from Seirin because he came in one day wearing his uniform.

It's the fourth time that week that the two players have run into each other at this same exact place. Well, it's more like Moriyama notices him and the Seirin player gets his coffee and leaves. No actual contact has been established between the two.

Not yet anyway. Especially if Moriyama has anything to with it.

The Kaijou shooting guard thinks his rival is absolutely stunning. Shiny black hair and striking eagle-like eyes are what pull him to the younger player at first, but then Moriyama starts to notice other things. Things like how they order the same coffee – Moriyama swears he isn't a creep. He had just been close enough to overhear the others' order once, or twice – or how the other likes to go across the street and talk with the neighborhood grandmothers – did he live near here? He seems so friendly with them – and he even notices the fact that after he finishes his chat with the elderly women, he'll go play with the dog that's always roaming this street – so he's good with animals.

It's only been four meetings, but Moriyama is already in love.

It's fate, he decides after he enters the shop and sees the dark-haired teen in there once again. What other logical answer would there be?

So, Moriyama mans up and decides that if he wants something to happen, he must do it himself. There is no time to wait for fate to play cupid, it is all up to him. He's determined to make their fifth meeting on purpose.

He gets up and walks towards the counter, where the other is currently waiting for his coffee to be made. He musters up all the courage he can and after a moment of hesitation and awkward hovering, he taps the shorter boy on his shoulder.

But as soon as steely gray eyes meet his own boring brown ones, he freezes and forgets everything he was going to say.

So he just stands there, making a fool out of himself with each passing second.

Thankfully, the other speaks up first, a friendly smile appearing of his handsome face. "Hey, you're from Kaijou, right?"

Moriyama just nods. He doesn't think he can manage to do much else, not with those gorgeous eyes staring into his. He still hasn't said a single word, not to mention he's literally frozen, having not moved at all except to nod his head.

Again, the other teen swoops in to save the day. With another award worthy smile, he holds his hand out for a handshake and introduces himself. "My name is Izuki Shun, nice to meet you."

Moriyama thinks he can just die happy now.

...or maybe they both just really like coffee.