Introduction

Only two weeks ago, Teikou finished building a Senior High for its students graduating their Junior High. To your notice, you've been enrolled for your sophomore year. Teikou's always been competitive for nearly all subjects, including after school hours activities, so it's assumed that they wouldn't like to miss out a championship due to not having a high school. Most of the students directly transferred without having to take a GED test, but unfortunately, you did, for you moved a while ago from Canada.

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Chapter 1

"Oh, crap…" you whispered, leaning with a forearm against the lockers, panting heavily. "I can't believe I'm late and I can't even find my classroom. Christ..."

"Lost?"

'Who–' You immediately stood up straight. At your eye level was a male student's chest. 'Tall…' you thought, tilting your head up to be able to actually see his face. He had navy-colored hair which almost instantly made you wince, as you began to think he might be a delinquent.

"You know where you're going?" He asked.

"N-No." You embarrassingly smiled. "I'm looking for class 13-E. Do you know where that is?"

"Oh, yeah." He pointed down the hallway. "Just go straight, turn left, and when you get to the science labs, turn right. Then, head up the stairs and take the third left. You should see a couple aligned windows to one side; that's where you turn left again. Keep walking straight down the aisle, and the second classroom you see should be it."

'Are you fucking kidding?' You twitched your bottom eyelid in annoyance. He definitely couldn't have explained that any better.

"Do you have a minute? Could you please show me the way?" You asked as politely as your current attitude would let you. "Oh, and what's your name?"

"Uh, yeah sure, I'll take you." He turned around and began walking as if ignoring your second question. He stuck both hands in his uniform bottom pockets. "Aomine Daiki. Name's Aomine Daiki."

'Aomine, huh?' You blushed slightly at the thought that you may have just made your first friend here.

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Aomine knocked on the door for you, and then stood to the side so he wouldn't be seen when the teacher answered. You opened your mouth, about to thank him when your teacher yanked you inside. A quick squeal escaped your lips. Aomine snickered and had a smirk plastered over his face as he shut the door.

"And here she finally is!" The professor said excitedly, placing you beside him. He glared down at you and whispered, "Late on the first day, huh?"

"S-Sorry, I was lost–"

"Okay! Now, sit down!"

You widened your eyes in shock at his sudden anger towards you. 'Well, fuck me. So this is how my year here's going to go?' Obeying his unreasonable command, you peered around the room to look for an empty seat. There was only one left next to another guy who also looked like he should be pretty tall. He had on glasses and was deep into a pocket-sized book that was held between his fingers. You sighed while sitting down to the desk beside his. He didn't even look up when the teacher was shouting at you, giving you a bad impression. But, taking a second glance at him, he seemed like the type that was focused and knowledgably good at all subjects.

"Hey, um–"

"Don't talk to me," he replied before you even finished.

You raised an eyebrow. "Okay then, I guess intelligence doesn't equal a great personality."

"What was that?"

'Oh, shit. Did I say that out loud?' You sweatdropped and tried to smile apologetically.

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As the lunch bell rang, you strolled over quietly by yourself to the cafeteria, hoping to find Aomine. You stared towards the ground, thinking about how your school life here would be like. So far, you have one person that's at least neutral, and two that definitely hate your guts. 'Good job, first day and I've already made enemies.' You fiddled with your skirt whilst continue walking. 'I am so bad at these friendship things–'

Oof. Just as you were looking at the ground, someone bumped into you.

"S-Sorry–"

"Apologizes!" He immediately bowed down his head. "I'm so sorry; I wasn't looking where I was going and bumped into your shoulder!"

"It's alright, really!" You laughed it off. "I wasn't either, sorry."

"Okay, then." He grinned, although still with a bit of embarrassment. "Well, um, anyways, I haven't seen you around. Are you, perhaps, new?"

"Yes, and I don't know you, either. Name?"

"Oh." He seemed to be very surprised. "Kise Ryouta. I didn't expect to ever meet someone like you – not at school, at least. I thought that all the girls around here knew me."

"Uh... Why?" You furrowed your eyebrows. "Are you famous or something?"

Just as you asked that, his expression turned to pure depression. It's almost like as if a tear would squeeze out.

"I'm a model..."

"Oh, cool." You answered neutrally.

"... You're interesting," the male student commented, leaving you in confusion. "Well, anyways, I'd like to know you better. Come over to the basketball court after school and we can chat some more - I gotta go now! Bye!"

Kise turned away and began jogging over to a group of people who were his friends, you assumed. For a long while, you stared at them awkwardly (as viewed by others), thinking about your close friends in Canada. 'Can I get back that kind of life here?'

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Your stomach growled loudly during class, for you haven't eaten lunch. Furthermore, Mr. TerribleAssAttitude nagged at you for not keeping your annoying health issues to yourself. You cursed him a million times, clutching your fists under the desk to hide that fact from other students. Giving yet another bad impression on someone else would make you cry.

After the period was over, you sighed leaning your head against your textbooks.

"What are you still doing here?" The professor tapped you on the head with a ruler.

"Uh... For class?" You answered rhetorically.

"It's a free period right now. Go hang out with friends."

"...I-I didn't make any yet."

"Oh?" He snickered, "Well, of course, with your clumsiness and bad temper, you'd never make any."

'Who's the one with a bad temper?' You boiled up inside. "So where am I supposed to go then?"

"There are a few places that welcome everybody; even students that aren't enrolled for that subject. You make your choice and go jazz there for this period. There's the science lab, cooking clubroom, and photography clubroom."

"Oh, okay." You nodded your head out of 'good' respect, and then walked out of there in search of the classroom you chose.

A/N:

A new update with the selection of 3 choices will be posted when ready. I have not yet decided whether to include them all in one document or as 3 separate ones.

I understand that this isn't a digital game simulation (so the choices you make and sections you read will not affect your outcome in the story as much) and you could just read all 3 (and I would be so fucking honored since you're all that hooked onto my story), but you would get more of the 'feels' if you stuck with your initial choice.

Ciao.