Mashiro Rima didn't fancy physical activities that much if at all. It was tiresome, though she knew it could be fun, it just didn't appeal that much to her. It was ridiculous how running made people laugh when in all theory they should be dead tired. Wasting energy to go somewhere she could peacefully walk towards to didn't make sense.
Of course, that didn't mean she didn't like watching the people around her play. Much more a certain someone who made it clear that he was going to bring that championship trophy back to Seiyo High.
He was the basketball captain, the junior class' eye-candy. His hair was a deep shade of violet and his eyes a mesmerizing brown. He wasn't buff, but lean with muscles in all the right places, tall and had a nice humming voice. He was Fujisaki Nagihiko, and even Rima had a slight crush on him.
He was nice, kind, though she didn't quite get to converse with him that much, the three conversations they had were both memorable and lasting. Of course, it was a secret that she liked him, and she most preferred to keep it that way.
Rima was your usual junior student, a member of the student council and someone who constantly added a contribution to the school newspaper. She liked to write, though blocks could be very hard to overcome and inspiration was usually so hard to find. That was her excuse that day, her reason as to why she attended the game.
She needed to write something for the paper on the Championship game between Seiyo High and Fukugawa Academy. That is, if she could keep her eyes off of Nagihiko for one second to keep track of the rest of the team.
Sighing mostly to herself, Rima leaned back against the bleachers and watched as the boys went back to their respective bleachers and took a break. The crowd around her waited for the much anticipated continuation of the game. She wanted to be one of the people screaming and cheering but she found it much too tiring, and she needed her voice for a verbal debate she would have later that afternoon.
With a loud whistle from the referee game was back on, and she found herself eagerly waiting for him to shoot the winning shot. She was sorely disappointed when he didn't, but was glad he knew when to step out when needed. Another reason why she liked him; he held the true meaning of sportsmanship.
Unlike someone else that she knew.
Since the game had officially ended (that shot gave them a lead of eight points, a neck-and-neck game), Rima grabbed her messenger bag and set off to the parking lot where her car would be waiting for her. She needed to get home and write her paper, not really in the mood to see the free fan-girls oggling and worshiping Nagi (not that she would do that, she did have some dignity left in her).
As she made her way down the bleachers she nearly tripped as a pair of mesmerizing brown eyes caught hers and for a second she was unable to look away. Her breath caught in her throat as Nagihiko's lips (was it her imagination?) quirked up just a bit before he turned his head away.
Rima stood nearly off the bleachers dumbfounded before the rushing crowd moving to congratulate the team brought her back to earth. She hurriedly moved away from them, wanting to do nothing but think about what that look could have meant and as always, cursing the world for giving him those beautiful mesmerizing brown eyes.
That was what she was doing when something hard and round hit the back of her head, and she found herself facing the dark orange of the sky as the sun set, the world spinning slightly. She groaned and sat up, not wanting to be seen in such an embarrassing position as flat-eagle on the gym floor seemed and glanced at the offending object that dared take her down.
It was a soccer ball, and whoever owned it was screwed.
AN: I want this to be a Kukaima, but who knows, that might change and it might turn out into a Rimahiko instead. Would like to know which couple you'd prefer.