The Moment When We Decided

Chapter 1: The Moment We Met

We were attending the same university together, a big university of a few thousand people with great opportunities and dreams that offered each student. I was a film student, while he played for the basketball team. During winter season, each time a game would start, my friends and I would always watch because we all played basketball and loved the game. Basketball is a team sport, people need compassion and support from each of their team members in order to have unification and dignity. A basketball player will always have great supporters and great teammates to work with because a basketball team is one big family. One team, one goal. It was the motto that the university had. That goal may not be just winning but also achieving pride and emotional balance for anything at all.

I was sitting down, one of the nearest rows from the court, when we made eye contact. With not much confidence I looked away, and when I turned back, he was still looking. He had a sly smirk on his face and I was afraid. His handsome features and dark skin was very arousing to me, the navy blue hair and eyes electrified the aura he gave me. He made me nervous, and I was only looking.

The game had started and every time he scored, he turned to look at me. My friends would notice but I was too far in the game it was hard to pay attention to the little stares and comments my friends gave. The games always ended with a fist in the air and people surrounding him. He was a super star, the ace of the team.

I was walking back to my dorm that night and happened to see him. He was walking alone, on the opposite sidewalk of the street. I turned and I said, "Hey!" He turned around. "Good job today, you were really impressive." I commented. It was only polite to do so.

He nodded and said, "What's your name?"

"London."

"Like the city of England?"

"Precisely."

"Hm."

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just that… you interest me."

A little taken aback, I nodded and carried on walking. My dorm was a few strides away and it will be less than 30 seconds until I get to my room. What was I supposed to say to that? Did he expect me to say anything? I turned a right and went up the steps to the building. I turned the keys and opened the door. I looked behind me and he was still walking, I gave a small wave and he nodded.

The next day, I was in one of my professor's classes. He was giving a lecture about English literature and how it was founded. My professor wasn't one of the brightest people I know, he always had boring lectures and led us off to no where. He was also very fast and was hard to catch up with writing notes and listening at the same time. My professor started us off with a little bit of history but I slowly gave up when he reached the time of Shakespeare. I huffed a little bit of my brown hair that covered my vision and curled it back behind my ear. I looked around the room and looked at everyone's bored and sleepy faces, surely the professor had to understand that we were tired of his long talk. He must give us a break already!

Then the front door slammed open. Out appeared Aomine Daiki.

The professor turned around and shook his head in anger, "Daiki, late again?"

The basketball player shrugged and walked down the narrow path to find a seat. I watched him walk and he glanced up to catch my eye. I immediately looked away. I studied abroad in Japan and learnt that it wasn't polite to say someone's first name, but since he came to the United States, it was alright because he wanted to enjoy the American culture as it is. So yes, I did call him Daiki.

He shuffled a little between legs and shins, then finally found an empty seat next to me. Daiki plopped himself next to me. He was big so I gave him a little space to adjust.

"Sorry, Professor Williams. I don't know what else to say," Daiki didn't seem very sorry.

"Mr. Aomine, then why were you late?" Professor Williams asked.

"Ah," He placed his arms behind his head and slouched a little in his seat, "I overslept."

"The usual excuse."

"It's not an excuse, I always oversleep."

The room boomed with laughter. Even I made a little giggle. He noticed and looked over at me. The moment those electrical blue eyes met mine, I quickly regretted that little laugh. I looked away and went back to my notes, a little blush was forming around my cheeks.

"You think that's funny?" He asked.

"Everyone thinks it's funny!" I said defensively, he was still looking. I turned a little and said, "Geez stop staring at me."

"You're the one who's staring at me."

"True."

He gave a laugh and took out his binder of notes. Let's just say, after our first encounter. We've gotten really close. We clicked like soul mates. We met every day of the week for either homework, a stroll around campus, a meal to eat together or hanging out as friends and getting to know one another better. The wonderful sensation of being with him brought hope and happiness every morning I woke up. And guess what? Daiki was not late ever again to a morning class after today.