Parties are dangerous, Izuki thought as he followed his older sister into the house.

As he got home from practice, his sister was on the phone with someone. She was smiling and gave him a stare she only gave him when she had a big favor to ask of him, the stare he knew too well but was still terrified of it.
When she hung up, she smiled from ear to ear and innocently called her brother's name as she came toward and clung onto his shoulder. Her eyelids batted at him as she asked her favor, "Shukkun~" she started, "Are you free tonight?" He sighed before monotonously answering her redundant question, "Onee-chan, you know I have homework; I won't do whatever you want me to do."

"Come on~ I'll do your homework for you, please. I need you to come with me tonight!" she pleaded.

"Are you going to do it right now?"

"Yes! We don't have to be there until later, I'll do in within half an hour, just go get ready!"

She started to push him into the bathroom, and as he stumbled from trying to resist, he gave her instructions on what to do for his homework, then was shoved into the room along with the clothes he was to wear.
He picked up the shirt and held it in front of him, examining the article. It was not his taste, but it looked good on him anyway. He then stripped his previous shirt and put on the new one; it was a thin, long sleeved, Prussian blue shirt that was evenly striped with white or white and striped with Prussian blue, which sleeves ended just before his elbows. The pants were next, or... More like skinny jeans. Again, they fit him, but it was not something he would wear. He felt that his sister would complain about his sweaty odor, obviously he smelled like that from basketball practice, so he added more deodorant and sprayed on the newly bought cologne on the sink, which was probably bought by his sister for tonight and only tonight, he thought.

The door opened and he stepped out. "Sis, where are he going?" Izuki droned.

"Oh you look so cute! But you just need a few more touches, little brother." She pulled out a small case of hair gel from her purse, rubbed some onto her hands, and ruffled his hair. "You need to look a little more wild, little bro, but also sweet and gentle with a tad of 'Bad Boy.'" She wiped her hands on her handkerchief and pulled out the final touch: A necklace. It's thin chain was long enough to reach the bottom of his pectoral muscles, and at the end of it was a small, silver basketball charm. His sister put it around his neck, and as he held the charm in his hand and admired it and its beauty, she smiled and said with a shrug, "Can't forget who you are, right? You aren't being fake tonight. Just impress them with what you know."

"Sis," he released the charm and let it fall to his chest, "I don't know what you're talking about. Where are we going? Why am I dressed like this? Who am I impressing? Why aren't you telling me anything?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just excited. We're going to a party and so many people are eager to meet you!"

"Wait wait wait... How do they even know about me?"

"They've seen my phone wallpaper of our family. Everyone thinks you're so cute and they're dying to meet you! Especially some girls, if you know what I mean." she nudged his arm with a wink.

"Sis, I'm not interested in looking for a girlfriend, I told you that. None of them like me anyways; They hate my puns."

"Let me give you some advice, little bro... The people who will stay with you are the ones who like you, but ones whom you'll spend a lifetime with are the ones who can put up with you. So besides us, your family, the girl who will love you unconditionally will love every part of you and your stinky basketball and cheesy pun lifestyle."

"I guess you're right... But you can't force girls on me like this!"

"You can get out into the world and try, though. If it doesn't work out and you don't like it, then you don't have to come with me next time. Just try it, please."

"I wasn't going to refuse you in the first place, since I'm already dressed, but you have to do my homework right now!"

"Yes, I know, now get it out quick! We have to leave in forty-five minutes!"

Izuki pulled out his homework and gave it to his sister. Thankfully, his math teacher finished the lesson early today and gave them time to work on it before class ended. He was good at math and finished it in a jiff. All that was left to do was English, History, and Science. His sister was great at history, so she breezed through the worksheet that was handed out. At this same time, Izuki worked on his English packet so that he would learn what he was supposed to. Ten minutes before their deadline was when they finished, so they rested their brains for those ten minutes then got up to leave.

"So who exactly are these people I'm going to meet?" Izuki asked on the train.

"Just my friends. They're mostly my age, but I think you'll all get along just fine."

"I hope you're right about that..."

Izuki walked next to his sister as she greeted the people they passed by, introducing him as her "Adorable baby brother." He said hello to them all and they tried to strike up a conversation with him but he somehow always quickly ended them with his puns. He didn't really know what else to talk about, and it didn't seem like they wanted to talk about basketball, but he kept a mental note to bring it up with the next person he talked to.

He stood next to the counter with the drinks and he got a fresh glass of fruit punch in his hand. The drink was spiked, and he knew it, so he just held it. He didn't know why he got it in the first place, but it filled his motions since he was alone with no one to talk to. As he was about to put the cup down, a girl that looked about his age walked up to his side. Maybe this is my chance, Izuki thought. He lifted the cup near his head, gave her a friendly but also "Bad Boy-ish" smile and greeted her with a "How are ya?" His inner self slapped him and told him that was the worst thing he could have done and that his chances were blown, but the girl brought a fist to her mouth and chuckled, saying, "I'm fine. And you?"

His heart possibly skipped a beat at this, but he couldn't tell from the way she looked. He was too busy admiring her to pay attention to his own being.
He was drawn to her slightly wavy, jet black hair, which reached the top of her chest, the light freckles you could only see if you were right next to her, her big brown eyes that looked directly at his own, and lastly her simple, rimless glasses.

In the back of his mind, he knew she reminded him of someone, but he ignored all immediate thought and focused solely on her.