A/N: So I just started watching this anime, and as soon as it started I was just like they're all hot… they can just have my ovaries, just take them. XD so this is my first "sports" minific, so please be gentle! And I apologize for the short chapter, I meant for the first part to be an introduction. I hope you enjoy, and please review and let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Kuroko no Basuke.
Pretty In Purple
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Her heart was pounding so madly, so loud, she wondered if others could hear it as clearly as she could. Her throat and mouth were extremely dry from her soaring nervousness. Her hands fidgeted so much she could an energetic child on a sugar rush to shame. The lavender haired girl waited patiently outside of the classroom that didn't belong to her, half tempted to shove all her pride aside and run while she still had some dignity left. But she just couldn't, her feet wouldn't budge. Her feelings for Kagami Taiga, one of the newest freshmen on the Seirin High School Basketball Team, were just too strong. Besides, she'd turned down a good majority of boys (ranging from science department experiment jocks to soccer hunks) just to be with the boy, so what more did she have to lose? Kagami- kun was simply divine in her eyes; he was built like a god with a body that towered over any and every one. The way his tanned skin seemed to glisten under his sweat as his muscles flexed, or how she could get a clear view of his taunt pectorals as he took a break every so often on the bench right next to where she herself would be practicing. The way he'd indirectly grace her with a view of his well-defined abs as he used his jersey to wipe away perspiration beading on his face and brow, tickling down his thick neck. The way his baggy shorts hung loosely around his toned calves yet hugged his waist. Call her a bit obsessive, or whatever, but the girl noticed all the small things that pulled together to make the boy so physically appealing. But the part she adored most about him were his intense red eyes. That intense stare of his that made him seem all the more intimidating, wild and animalistic than he already was. To her… he was perfect.
Toralei Okeizaku, was the head cheerleader at Seirin High, meaning the girl could get close to any sports fanatic she wanted to… if she liked sports, that is. The girl honestly couldn't stand them, simply because she could never grasp the concept of anything outside of what she herself could do… except for basketball. And that was because, well, Taiga played basketball. There was just something about the boy, how nonchalant and indifferent he was towards the opposite sex that seemed to fuel the girl's passion. But as Toralei found herself face to face with the object of her objection, she was suddenly at a loss for words.
Kagami Taiga dragged himself out of his math class (which he had slept halfway through, and for the parts he did catch left behind a much undesired headache), mumbling something about hating numbers and then questioning (to no one in particular) when letters had become part of learning algebra. The boy stopped, however, when he bumped into something (or someone), frowning when he realized it was the head cheerpuff blocking his path.
"What do you want?" Taiga asked, oblivious to her obvious discomfort.
"I… uh…" The girl stammered, debating on if she should give him her confessions or not. But she couldn't let it go to waste, not after hours of planning and pouring her heart out. She should've been ready to hand it over with ease and grace, but instead it played out in the opposite direction. Toralei accidently dropped her confessions at the boy's feet as she bowed, the parchment falling clumsily from her fingertips.
Taiga glanced down at the item briefly then back at the bowed, blushing girls. For some reason he could never figure out why girls wore their skirts so short, it was an enigma to him. Her pigtails… long and wavy… lavender with bright blue accents in her bangs and tips… that too bothered him for some reason. "I don't want it," He said eventually, once he was done scrutinizing the poor girl. "I'm not into girls who wear pigtails." His voice was anything but cool. It held a certain edge to it, coming off just as rough as his appearance. Needless to say the girl was crushed beyond repair.
