In this collection I am going to post all of my dumb Hanamiya related oneshots because starting a new fic every time is dumb. The shots will probably vary in... everything pretty much, the only similarity being that they include Hanamiya because I love Hanamiya and I want a KnB spinoff that's about Hanamiya being a little shit and nothing more.

Info about the particular oneshot (like if it's a gen oneshot or if it includes a pairing, stuff like that) will be at the start of every chapter.

Hanamiya is writing a test at school. As always, he is being a little shit. (Gen)

They were writing a test today. An important one, as he recalled. But while Makoto hadn't particularly studied more than a moderate amount for it, too busy with his extracurricular activities otherwise known as basketball, it couldn't be said that he felt nervous in any way. A quick read through confirmed what he had already suspected beforehand. The questions themselves were moderately challenging at best, the most difficult part being to answer them in a way satisfactory to the teacher. Not that this was too hard if you knew the personality of your particular teacher only in the slightest. Or at least that was what Makoto thought.

He started to formulate answers, scribbling them on his paper in somewhat neat but cold seeming handwriting, the one he used when it truly needed to be readable. During the first ten minutes of the test, he didn't outright notice it but as time progressed, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was going on around him. To be more specific, he felt watched. Since he had estimated to be finished within half the time given to complete this test, he decided to take a break, acting as if he was stuck on a question and thinking while discreetly checking his surroundings.

He wasn't mistaken. Some unimportant vermin who called himself his classmate tried to copy his answers whenever the teacher's attention was on the other side of the classroom. Now if that wasn't a fascinating find, then he didn't know what was. A small smirk played on the corner of Makoto's lips. So someone actually thought they could get away with something like that?

Not that he even gave a rat's ass about anyone cheating or whatever. He would probably do it himself if he weren't good enough to get top grades even without it. But what he absolutely despised were people who thought they could use him for their own benefit, even if it was something as trivial as copying his notes. That sucker was going to die and Makoto would be the one holding the gun.

There were many ways in which to deal with the dirty little cheater. He could simply call the teacher but that was boring and too straight forward. He could put something into his line of sight but that was even more boring and way too nice. It needed to be something that would completely shock that guy into never even attempting such a thing ever again and he had to do it now to prevent him from getting a good mark on this test because of Makoto's answers.

Ah, there was one thing he could do. Makoto had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from chuckling since he wanted to keep any sort of attention away from himself at all costs. This idea was good. It would cost him a good mark but he knew that he would be able to balance it out later that year, so no problem.

The raven haired boy finally resumed his writing, making sure that his little cheater friend could see all of his sheets clearly in the most subtle way, as if he was simply too occupied with writing and didn't realize what he was doing. He was very concentrated indeed, thinking of answers that were so off the mark they wouldn't even get him any pity points wasn't exactly easy. Not to mention they still had to sound good enough so that the moron next to him wouldn't notice anything.

Things were going well though. He could still feel the other's stare on him and his work. Wonderful. Makoto finished writing his answers and took his time reading through everything again. God, even only reading through this would most likely give his teacher a physical headache. He almost pitied that poor man. Almost.

The test soon ended and after they had all submitted their work, he simply had to look at his classmate. He smiled at him, putting on one of his friendly acts.

"That test sure was something, huh?"

"H-huh?"

"Well I mean, wasn't it hard for you too? I pretty much bullshitted all of my answers in hopes of getting at least some points. Maybe the topic just didn't suit me. How did you do?"

"Uh… w-well, fine, I guess…"

It was a shame that Makoto wasn't able to take a picture of the badly concealed look of pure horror on the boy's face. He would have used it as his new background, he wasn't even kidding.

"Are you okay? You seem somewhat pale…"

"What…? Yeah sure! I'm fine."

Sure he was. He definitely wouldn't be fine once he got his test back. But that was none of his concern anymore, now was it? Except if he could see this wonderfully miserable expression in that guy's face again. Makoto was going to savor it, that much was for sure.

Later that day, he met up with his teammates for their basketball training.

"Hey, you seem so happy today, did something happen?"

Was the first question he was confronted with. The captain chuckled.

"You could say that. I botched my test today but it was worth it."

The boys around him seemed rather confused by this answer and why wouldn't they? But since he didn't really feel like explaining it to them, that was all they would be getting for now.

Just another normal day for Hanamiya Makoto.