A/N: Helloooo again! If you guys read Five Things Kaijou Ruined, then you know that some people wanted to see it being written for another team, and here it is! Shutoku's fic was first because I had ideas for them first, basically, but I've also got ideas for Touou and Kirisaki Daiichi, so be on the lookout for those too. Hopefully you all enjoy this just as much as you enjoyed Kaijou's story. For some reason Shutoku is actually really hard to get in character for me? So if they're a little OOC, I'm really sorry. Thank you for reading and reviews would be lovely. I'd love to hear what you guys think of this! Thank you!

Because the Shutoku regulars were jerks, that's why.

i. Midorima's perfect shots

The basketball was bounced twice and the sound of it hitting against the clean hardwood floor resounded through the gym. It flew through the air and went cleanly in the basket on the other side of the court.

One.

Midorima was the only one in the gym. Practice had ended not long ago and everyone else had left. That day's lucky numbers were two and four, so Midorima planned to shoot twenty-four baskets and then leave quickly. He was tired and had an exam the next day he needed to study for anyway.

Two.

He grabbed another basketball from the cart placed next to him and got in position to shoot when the door to the gym swung open and in stepped Ootsubo. The Shutoku captain looked at Midorima with faint interest, asking him, "What are you still doing here?" as he walked across the back side of the gym.

"Practicing," was the simple reply. Midorima paid no heed to the interruption and shot the ball. It made a high arc before perfectly going through the net with ease. Three. He turned to his captain as he grabbed his fourth basketball from the cart. "Why did you come back?"

Ootsubo lazily pointed to the locker room. "I forgot something." He looked at the basketballs rolling around the court and then back up at Midorima. "Don't forget to clean and lock up when you're done."

Midorima nodded in understanding. It wasn't like he needed any reminders, though. He did this everyday and never forgot to clean up after himself. It was always in his best interest to stay tidy, since he knew Miyaji would have his head if he didn't. He watched as Ootsubo walked into the locker room, and waited until the door slammed shut after the third year before shooting his fifth basket. He always hated it when people watched him while he practice. It wasn't like he was afraid or nervous, it was just that he preferred the peace and quiet while he shot. He had enough of the noisiness during school and practice with the rest of the team. After practice was his time to relax and shoot with ease.

But of course, that was almost never possible being on a team like Shutoku.

As Midorima got ready to shoot his sixth basket, the door to the gym burst open again. It was almost in sync to the door of the locker room opening, funnily enough. While Ootsubo stepped out of the locker room with his gym bag, Miyaji and Kimura stepped into the gym with their school bags. The former of the two wore a scowl and Midorima started to wonder if that was just his resting face.

"What are you two doing here?" Ootsubo asked. He sat down on a nearby bench and looked up at the other two thirds years curiously. Apparently he wasn't ready to leave the gym just yet.

Midorima adjusted his glasses in annoyance.

Miyaji answered for both himself and Kimura. "I had to go talk to a teacher and he stayed after with me." Kimura nodded, as if to confirm this fact. Miyaji gave Midorima a side glance. "The gym lights were on so we were just making sure someone didn't forget to turn them off again."

The sound of a basketball loudly swishing through the air and into the basket echoed through the gym.

Seven.

Ootsubo raised an eyebrow at Midorima. That shot seemed to have much more power and force to it than the ones before.

Midorima narrowed his eyes at his easily irritated senpai, and though the rest of him looked calm, he was annoyed and angry at the constant interruptions to his practice. "That was one time," he said, replying to Miyaji's not so subtle comment towards him. "I came right back once I remembered."

"Yeah, after I had already turned off the lights and locked the door," Miyaji stated, scoffing and rolling his eyes.

Before anyone could say anything else, the gym door opened once more, much to Midorima's chagrin. Takao strolled in with a huge grin on his face. He greeted his senpais, but only succeeded in annoying them with his overtly cheerful presence.

His eyes lit up at the sight of Midorima. "Hey, Shin-chan," Midorima grunted at the sound of the ridiculous nickname, "are you done with practice yet?"

Midorima pinched his nose bridge and sighed. "No," he said. His voice had an irritated edge to it. "I keep getting interrupted." He shot a look at the three eldest players in the gym, and though it only lasted a split second, Takao saw it and immediately understood why Midorima was more pissed off than usual.

But Takao Kazunari existed to make Midorima's life a living hell. So, instead of suggesting that they all leave Midorima alone, like a good friend would have, he shot Midorima a cheeky grin and loudly said, "Well, since we're all here, why don't we all go out to eat after Shin-chan finishes shooting? I'll even pay."

Midorima wished his lucky item of the day was a pair of scissors, or something sharp instead of a useless teddy bear. He felt his eyes twitching, a surefire sign of an oncoming headache, a common thing when around his teammates for too long.

"That sounds good," Kimura said, rubbing his stomach. "I'm hungry." He sat down on the bench next to Ootsubo, who seconded Kimura's statement.

Miyaji followed Kimura's lead and also sat down, but he just grunted his approval at the plan instead. "You better finish quickly," he added, "or I'm leaving."

Midorima was tempted to smart off to his senpai, and even opened his mouth to say something about not wanting him there anyway, but thought better of it. Knowing Miyaji, he'll probably just threaten him with a pineapple or yell about running him over with Kimura's truck again. Midorima didn't want to give the third year another reason to whine and complain.

Fortunately, the other four regulars sat contentedly on the bench, patiently waiting for Midorima to finish and chatting quietly amongst themselves.

It wasn't until after Midorima shot his sixteenth basket that someone decided to disrupt him again.

Unsurprisingly, it was Miyaji.

"Can you hurry up?" he asked exasperatingly. He was starting to get impatient and having Takao talk his ear off wasn't helping any. "How many baskets do you need to make? You know you'll make every single one," he muttered bitterly.

The shooting guard ignored his senpai and just shot his seventeenth basketball. "I have seven more." Midorima fixed his glasses. "If there's no more interruptions, then I'll be done in less than five minutes."

He gave a pointed look to Miyaji, who just rolled his eyes and turned away from Midorima's gaze, mumbling something incomprehensible. Midorima was sure he heard something about a certain yellow and green fruit being mentioned.

But before Midorima could even take his next shot, Kimura stood up and headed onto the court. "This is boring." Everyone watched as he got into a defensive position in front of Midorima. "I want to see if I can block you," he said, grinning widely. He motioned for Midorima to shoot. "Come on, go ahead and shoot already!"

Midorima resisted the urge to scream in front of his senior. He was getting more than irritated now, and the constant disruptions weren't helping. Was it so hard to just shoot a basketball in peace? Nonetheless, he dribbled the ball twice to ready it for a shot anyway. Kimura could never block his shot, he never could no matter how many times he tried during practice. No one could.

With a flick of his wrist, the ball went flying. And just like that, the eighteenth basketball went cleanly through. Kimura never even had a chance against it.

"Aww, come on, Midorima. That was just a lucky shot," Kimura teased, though everyone knew it wasn't just luck. "Try me again."

An annoyed grunt from the bench reached the two players on the court. "Kimura, stop fooling around. You heard him. He can finish faster without any interruptions. The faster he finishes, the faster we can go eat." Miyaji glared at his fellow third year, but it had no effect on the other. Kimura was far too used to Miyaji's constant angry outbursts and complaints to let it affect him any.

"Come on, shoot again." Kimura got into defensive position again, and paid even more attention to every little move Midorima made.

It was no use, however, and Midorima easily shot the ball over his head, making his nineteenth consecutive basket.

"No, no," Miyaji suddenly said. He stood up and headed onto the court where Kimura was currently bothering Midorima. "You're doing it all wrong." He apparently had had enough of Kimura embarrassing himself. While Kimura looked at Miyaji curiously, Midorima just ignored him (like always) and got into position to shoot his twentieth ball.

Miyaji watched the shooting guard carefully and waited until the moment Moriyama held the ball up to make his move. In one quick swift motion, he swiped at Midorima's glasses. Midorima saw it coming, though, and dodged Miyaji's attempt at a steal. He shot the ball with perfect precision and it landed through the net on the other side with a satisfying swish.

Miyaji frowned, having fully expected his surprise attack to work. "What are you? Are you even human? How did you see that?"

But before Midorima could even say anything, Takao jogged up to them and interrupted. "Don't you know, Miyaji-senpai? Shin-chan is the best!" Takao patted 'Shin-chan' on the back, much to his growing annoyance. "He sees almost everything." When Midorima raised an eyebrow at this, Takao smiled proudly. "What? I'm the one that actually sees everything. I have the hawk-eyes after all. You come second after me!"

Midorima rolled his eyes at the overconfident point guard and just grabbed another basketball. He didn't know why everyone had joined him on the court, but he didn't really care as long as they left him alone long enough to make four more baskets.

But with teammates like his own, being left alone was never an option. The three players tried different tactics to get Midorima to miss his shots (for what reason, he didn't know, but it was probably just because they were all assholes), but nothing worked on the tall shooting guard. He made shot after shot without any of the three able to block him.

Ootsubo had been on the sidelines watching this all with amusement. He'd let his teammates pull all the jokes they wanted, but at least he never participated in them. And for that, Midorima was grateful, sort of.

When Midorima picked up his finally basketball, Kimura, Miyaji, and Takao seemed to have given up on blocking him. He couldn't help but smirk as he saw their retreating forms. No one could mess up his perfect shooting record.

He dribbled the ball twice, like he always did before shooting, and then held the ball up. All it would have taken was a single flick of the wrist and Midorima's twenty-fourth basket would have been completed and everyone would have been merrily on their way to eat.

Midorima didn't even get that far.

Takao Kazunari had a death sentence, apparently.

Midorima was so focused on making his final basket, that he hadn't noticed the fact that Takao wasn't retreating back to the bench. Instead, he was walking backwards to get a running head start.

Just as Midorima got ready to shoot, Takao tackled him.

The basketball fell from Midorima's hands and rolled to Ootsubo's feet, having never even come close to the hoop on the other side.

A loud crash echoed through the gym, and then, "Takao! I'm going to kill you!"

Everyone did their best to stifle their laughter, but it was futile. The fact that the 176 centimeter point guard could tackle the much taller shooting guard to the ground was a hilarious image that will forever be engraved in their minds. And it will now always be brought up to embarrass him.

Takao got back on his feet first. Midorima was still struggling to get up. Even so, he ran away from the angry teen just in case, he didn't want to take any chances. Although he did turn around and look down at Midorima, as if to mock him. "You better wait to kill me. If I die no one will pay for your dinner!" he shouted. His face showed no remorse and it actually looked pretty gleeful, which only added more fuel to the fire.

Miyaji seemed to have an opinion on the matter too (but when does he not). With narrowed eyes pointed towards Midorima, he screamed, "If you touch him before he pays for my food, I will run you over with Kimura's truck!"

Ignoring his senpai's threats, Midorima managed to collect himself and started to chase after the hawk boy. It didn't take long to catch up to him and pretty soon, he was dragging the bothersome point guard out the door.

Everyone heard Takao's cries and him pleading Midorima to be merciful on him, but no one went after to help.

A mad Midorima Shintarou wasn't something anyone wanted to deal with.

"So are we still going out to eat?" Kimura asked as he looked over at Miyaji, who shrugged and looked over to Ootsubo.

The captain looked thoughtful for a split second before he nodded. "Why not? Takao's paying, after all."

No one seemed to care that said payer was currently being beaten up right outside the doors of the gym.

Besides, Takao left his bag on the bench. If worst came to worst, the third years could just take his wallet and go, something they would definitely not have a problem with.