Title: "Basketball"

Rated: K+

Summary: Tsunayoshi Sawada manages to shoot basketballs when Haru Miura's beside him.

Pairing: Tsunayoshi Sawada/Haru Miura

Prompt: Basketball

Warn: high school setting, ooc may or may not occur, fluff, not beta'd.

Disc: I don't own KHR.

Requested by a friend.

WOOSH

BAM

"Argh! I missed again!" Tsunayoshi Sawada scratched his head in frustration as he shoot another ball toward the hoop—

BAM

"Gah!"

—and missed again.

"Hiie! What am I going to do!? Everyone is counting on me for tomorrow's game with Otsu High!" he shrieked as he walked back–and–forth and sweating bullets.

The sixteen year-old was panicked because he was going to be the school's—Namimori High's—basketball shooter and ace for the next game with the undefeated Otsu High's basketball team, due to his Spartan tutor's fault. As years had passed, the teen still hadn't changed a bit, other than his peers hadn't called him "dame-Tsuna" as an insult—but mostly just for teasing and joking purposes—his outer appearance—which somehow gained enough fans to make a fan-club for himself, but still hadn't matched his two popular friends' fans by size—and somehow along the way, he had learned how to flirt—Vongola style—even Reborn had shed an imaginary tear since his student's…romantic…flirts successfully succeeded—Tsunayoshi himself wondered how he succeeded, perhaps it's because of the Italian Vongola blood running in his veins—but moreover, the frustrated Namimori teen was still walking in circles in the school's gym as Haru Miura walked toward him.

"Hahi! Tsuna-san!" she waved as he looked up to see her.

"H–Haru! Wh–what are you doing here!" Tsunayoshi shouted as he noticed what the girl was wearing, "and why are you wearing Namimori High's girls' uniform!? You're not even from Namimori High!"

The said girl pouted then giggled, "silly Tsuna-san, Haru just transferred from Midori High today; so from now on Haru is going to be here with Tsuna-san~" Haru suddenly latched her arms on Tsunayoshi's left arm as the teen jumped.

"H–Haru, l–let go of me! I–I need to train for tomorrow's game!" the brunette let go of his arms as she smiled gingerly.

"Can Haru help?" he shook his head as he took another ball from the moveable metal box beside him.

"No, just let me concentrate." Tsunayoshi aimed the hoop and shot the ball.

WOOSH

BAM

The brunet blinked as he looked at his hands and the hoop then back at his hands.

"I–I did it…" he smiled, "I–I finally did it…"

Haru also blinked then clapped at him, "hahi! That was amazing Tsuna-san!"

Suddenly feeling embarrassed, Tsunayoshi scratched the back of his head sheepishly; "i–it was n–nothing, r–really, Haru…" a slight blush formed on his baby-fat free face.

"Yosh! Haru's going to be there for Tsuna-san! So Haru could cheer for Tsuna-san!" she exclaimed as he shook his head.

"Y–you don't ne–need to do th–that Haru…"

"Iie! Haru insists!" Haru shook her head, "and this is Haru's good luck charm for Tsuna-san!" she gave him a peck on his left cheek as she blushed in her own shade of red then ran out through the door.

"H–Haru w–will s –see Ts–Tsuna-san t–tomorrow! J–ja n–nee!"

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Tsunayoshi reached for the kissed cheek as his mind processed the previous events.

"Haru just kissed me," he blinked then paused. After a few seconds his eyes widen and blushed madly while shrieking, "HIIIE! HARU JUST KISSED MY CHEEK!"

Let's just say, the game went well with Namimori High won with the score 27–86.

THE END

(with much absurdness—unfortunately…)

A/N: …yeah, so I remade this fanfic, since the first one really that awful that I could almost clobber my eyes out. Tsunayoshi and Haru was WAY ooc than I imagined—and somehow, I made Haru acted like Kyoko—sorry! I hope this is enough as my apology to you all! ;w;

Well, as always; any reviews would be nice. And have a nice day.

Sign, G L. [Jakarta, 18.12.2013]