AUTHOR'S NOTE: So this is my first fanfiction for a couple of my dear friends. Let me know if I should continue this or not. Constructive criticism is always welcomed. Flames will always be ignored.
Ayano always smiled. Not a single day that passed by that she didn't flash her usual award-winning, boy-attracting, Ayano-like smile. It was practically her sense a uniform which happened to include that stupid red scarf she always wore.
"It's the color of heroes, Shintaro-kun!"
She would always remind him every single time he felt the need to comment on the ridiculousness of her unhealthy obsession with that damn. Red. Scarf. He never understood her attachment to that ratty, old thing anyway.
Shintaro never smiled. His usual sense of apathy kept him from appreciating the world like she did. He lived day by day to get by. She lived day by day to make others happy. He was intelligent, good-looking, and had everything handed down to him. Every just came to him naturally, and he could never find the point in caring for anything at all. She cared about everyone, despite being a total idiot. He lost track of how many tests she failed in their Japanese Literature class. It got to the point where their Sensei threatened to hold her back if she didn't pass her finals. As a result, their Sensei assigned Shintaro as Ayano's peer tutor (much to his dismay.)
Oh, what an honorable pair those two made.
Although, somehow she seemed determined to make friends with a nobody like him. Shintaro never understood why a girl like her would even bother with a guy like him.
After all, Ayano was pretty girl. Very pretty. And kind (to the point where her sweetness nearly made him sick with awkwardness.)
He always internally noted of her physical appearance when she was never looking. The way her long brown hair cascaded down back, and the way her eyes practically held some kind of twinkle every time she would look at him.
"Ugh. Okay, I'm seriously pathetic!" He would silently reprimand himself every time he would find his thoughts of her drifting off.
She could easily go out with any of the other, less socially inert guys in the school. Yet, for some odd reason, she seemed content with being friends with just him.
"Why? Because you're my friend, Shintaro-kun! Why wouldn't I want to be around someone like you?"
Hearing that for the first time made his heart nearly rip out of his chest.
Wait, what? Did he actually just think that?
Damn.
A year passed by and with a miracle: Ayano managed to pass her finals (barely) and continued onto high school.
Ironically, she was once again landed into Shintaro's same class.
"We get to spend another year together! I should get you a matching color of heroes accessory to match my scarf!" She exclaimed happily once she met him on their first day of high school.
As time passed even more, he slowly felt himself becoming more and more tolerable of her presence. It the point where he even enjoyed her presence, but he would never admit that.
He was Kisaragi Shintaro after all.
It was a shame that the matching "color of heroes" thing she promised to get him never came.
Fate was always a cruel thing sometimes.