Hello guys.

This is my first ever Slice of Life themed fan fiction. Always wanted to do this, but I never actually had the time.
I probably would be committing a lot of errors and bad plot twists, so please don't hesitate to fire away your criticism.
"What doesn't kill me, makes me better.", I suppose.

Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, claim ownership to the series K-On.

Chapter 1:

The sun's rays pierced through the window on that clear Monday morning. The light lit the dark room, revealing the things scattered inside. There was a cabinet, littered with a few trophies and medals, along with a few pictures of someone holding up a trophy in a victory pose. Such things were memoirs of the past, as dust was beginning to form on them. On the opposite side of the room, there was a metal panel hanging on the wall. And on the panel, there was a long, slender bag, littered with stickers that said "Samick" and "Easton". On the floor were crumpled pieces of paper, that led to a rusty guitar stand, where an ill-maintained bass guitar sat.

A figure on the bed started to squirm about in the sea of blankets and littered articles of clothing. It wasn't too soon when an alarm clock began to ring loudly, but as quick as the alarm went off, a hand darted out of the covers and pounded the clock. It was another start for a week for Keima.

It was only a few weeks since he transferred to a new school, finally settling down after years of constant traveling with his family. He decided to stay there on his own, as not to disturb the family business. He was supposed to be graduating the year before, but his constant travels often made him repeat a year. It was only a week since he moved into his apartment, but it looked like somebody's been there for a month without cleaning. Boys will be boys, after all.

Keima came in late for class, but he got off the hook with the excuse "I had a hard time with directions." He was a transferee, after all. Class went by, but he didn't really pay attention to it. By the end of the day, he went to the school's roof to pass time. This was the usual routine for him in his past schools. He never bothered to make any connections, since he was used to seeing unfamiliar faces all the time.

This changed on that day, however.

As he was going down the stairs, he heard a commotion from a nearby door. The sound of a Bass guitar was very familiar to him. Out of curiosity, he approached the door carefully and pushed a little bit, just enough for him to see what or who was inside. He wasn't in a hurry, anyway, so why not check it out?

There she was. A girl stood there on the other side of the room, with her long black hair draped on her shoulders. She didn't seem to notice him as she continued on practicing. Her smile shined with the sparkle of the setting sun as the sunlight shone on her from the windows. For a moment there, Keima's mind spaced out. He went blank.

It wasn't too soon until the girl noticed him though. And when she did, she jumped up in surprise.

Keima snapped back into reality as he noticed the girl, now blushing, was looking directly at him. His worst fear was to be marked as a stalker, for he did look like a stalker at that moment. And he didn't want that as her first impression of him.

"I'm so sorry!" He said in a shaky voice as he bowed down in apology to the girl, before hurriedly making his way out of the room and towards home, bumping a couple of students on the way down the stairs.

The girl watched on in confusion as the boy disappeared. Meanwhile, a girl with long, blonde hair entered the room, seemingly having met the boy on his way out. "Who was that, Mio chan?"

"I don't know." Mio said as the stared at where the boy stood earlier.

"Hoho. It seems Mio has a stalker!" A short haired girl added, as she entered the room.

"Eh?" Mio said in a surprised tone as the other girls laughed at her reaction.

Keima stared into the ceiling as he lay in bed. "Who was that girl?" He thought as he spaced out. After a few moments of pondering, he looked to his side and glanced at his old bass guitar. His gaze scanned its dirty bridge and its strings, now worn out from years of no maintenance. Letting out a sigh, Keima went to his cabinet and pulled out a few pieces of cloth and pulled a chair beside the guitar. "Looks like I'll be using you again." He said with a faint smile as he began to clean the guitar.

Then and there, life became a little less boring for Keima

In the next chapter:
Keima embarks on a quest to learn more about the girl he saw. One thing leads to another, then he finally gets the chance to talk to Mio.