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Chapter 1 : Is It A D?

The class was like any normal looking class and somehow everyone inside already know each other; they were sitting in their own small groups, gossiping about the latest fashion or something similar to that.

I tried to find a seat that's to my liking and finally found one on the 4th row, beside the seat next to the window. I don't really enjoy seats right next to the window because sometimes the sun is just too bright and it gets too hot but I also enjoy staring out of the window, so the seat beside the window seat is the best option for me. If only I had known what horrible creature was going to take the seat beside mine then, I would've chosen the furthest seat away from that one.

I awkwardly shifted in my seat, not knowing any of these people. How can they know each other already? It's the first day of school and we're first years!

A few minutes later, a balding middle aged man entered the classroom. Everyone scurried of to their respective seats and kept quiet, waiting for the teacher to say something.

"Good Morning class, my name is Ishihara Senbu. I am your homeroom teacher and I will be teaching you Japanese History. For today we'll be doing introductions but first, I would like to take attendance. If I call your name, please raise your hand." Mr. Ishihara said, opening the attendance book.

One by one, he started calling everyone's name.

"Aomine Daiki." He surveyed the class for a raised hand but frowns when he sees none.

"Is Aomine Daiki here?"

I looked around the class and realized that only the seat beside me is still empty.

"Aomine Daiki isn't here? Alright then, moving on." Sensei said, calling out the next name.

After attendance, everyone was told to introduce themselves. When it was my turn, I slowly stood up and said "Nice to meet everyone, my name is Shirogane Aoi, I hope we get along." The whole sentence was said with not a single shred of sincerity whatsoever like all self-introductions are.

Though I realized none of them really paid any mind to what I said as I heard people whispering about my towering height. Yes I'm tall but I'm also pretty... fine, maybe I'm not pretty but why only talk about my height? Don't they care about my weight? What about my shoe size? Isn't that way more important?

It was third period and the English teacher was spouting some nonsense about a poem.

"The poet described that the curtains were blue, which meant that the poet was saying how he felt sad and lost..."

He was saying that the curtains were fucking blue.

"What? Do you change your curtains depending on your mood?" I muttered under my breath and the guy beside me snorted slightly at my comment.

I paid no mind to the person beside me and instead shifted my gaze towards the literature book in front of me. As I was trying to make sense as to why blue curtains meant that you're sad, the door slid open and there stood a tan skinned boy. He was tall, hopefully taller than me and his muscles were obvious even under his sloppily worn uniform. His dark skin was different from the usually pale-skinned Japanese people and his hair is an amusing shade of navy. Though I shouldn't be one to talk, having white hair myself.

"And who are you?" The teacher asked, his arms crossed against his chest.

"None of your business." The dark skinned boy said, scratching the back of his head and yawning loudly before casually strolling inside. He sat on the seat next to mine and I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes.

I have to admit that he's good looking. Hey don't blame me, it's been hard for me to find a boyfriend since all the boys are usually shorter than me. When I see a tall hot guy, I try my chances. Like all teenage girls, of course i want to have a boyfriend; more because I want to know what it feels like to be in a relationship instead of wanting to find love. Though I do want to know what it feels like to fall in love and experience it firsthand, I'm just not in a rush to find 'true love'.

I didn't realize I was staring so long until he turn to look at me, startling me slightly with his dark blue eyes.

"What? Do you have a crush on me?" The boy, who I assume is Aomine Da-something since he is the only guy that wan't present when the teacher was taking attendance on first period, smirked slightly and I felt the urge to roll my eyes.

Okay, any fantasies of a romantic relationship with him were instantly wiped out of my head.

"Don't get too cocky. I was just wondering what kind of idiot would dye his hair such a color." I retort and felt satisfied when I saw a vein popping on his forehead.

"Who are you to talk? I mean seriously, white hair? Are you that eager to grow old? And mine is all natural!" Aomine snapped and now it was my turn to get annoyed. "Though you do have big boobs. Let me guess, C? No, no. it's a D right? I'm right aren't i?" He asked, a lop sided grin stretching his lips.

Thwack!

"What the hell!?" Aomine suddenly stood up, causing the chair to screech noisily against the floor. "There's no way your hair is natural." I scoffed as I ran a hand through my long mess of unmanaged hair, wincing as my fingers got tangled in one of the many knots in my hair.

"Are there any problems back there?" The teacher snapped at us and I frowned, glaring at the idiot beside me.

"Shut the hell up old geezer." Aomine snapped at the teacher, rubbing the back of his head which is probably throbbing from getting hit by the thick English textbook that I had used to assault him. The whole class, including the teacher, gaped at his rude behavior towards the teacher.

"Hey, girlie, you're gonna pay for that." Aomine glared at me and I felt a shiver run down my spine from his murderous glare. Oh great, It's the first day and someone already wants to kill me. I have to tell my dad that I need to transfer schools or maybe just move to another country. I heard that Switzerland is nice.

"Detention! Both of you!" The teacher shouted, obviously pissed at Aomine's behaviour.

"I think you got it wrong teach, I'm completely innocent in all of this." I stood up, holding my hands up in an 'I'm innocent' kind of way.

"Yeah right and your textbook just so happened to slip out of your hand and hit the back of my head?!" Aomine growled, staring down at me but I glared back. For once thanking god for my height since I can stare right at him even though I'm still slightly shorter than him.

"You were eye-raping my boobs, you should be grateful I didn't stab you in the eye with my pencil." I lazily raised an eyebrow at him and crossed my arms.

"Don't flatter yourself, I check out every woman with big boobs." Aomine scoffed and I was about to retort when the teacher cut me off. I had half a mind to tell him that it was rude to interrupt people -but then I remembered that he was my teacher... and that he has the power to fail me in this class if he so wishes to.

"Quiet! Both of you, detention for a whole week. Now sit down and shut your mouths. It's just the first day of school for god's sake!" He exclaimed exasperatedly.

"A week?" I hissed and glared at the teacher "That's a little bit too much don't you think teach?"

"Oh really? If only I care." The teacher smugly shrugged and turned to the blackboard as if saying 'It's settled'.

I let out a sigh and begrudgingly sat down, burying my head in my hands. I could practically hear Aomine smirking at me as he sat back down.