In solemn tribute to my love of Ken and Omi and my vicious hatred of all things games.
Omi sighed. Games sucked, it really really sucked.
He looked down at his skinny self in his little shorts and way too big sports top, and sighed again. He'd never been any good at any sport of any kind, and he didn't even have his best friend Ouka to support him in his darkest hour-and-ten-minutes, since the girls had to do games separately. This afternoon she'd been forced on to the the netball courts while he, looking ridiculous as ever in his stupid kit, was waiting on the field to be taught the joys of football. He pulled unhappily at the red-and-white material that hung off him in an entirely unflattering fashion.
Joy, oh yes indeed.
And it was cold, he thought sulkily.
It just wasn't fair. He was good at everything else, wasn't that enough for them? Why'd he have to come out here and freeze to death whilst looking pathetic next to the other boys who were, without exception, taller, less skinny and way less feminine than he was.
Goddamnit.
He sat down on the ground and pulled his massive shirt over his knees - hey, it was good for something after all - figuring he may as well be warm while he waited! Everyone else was talking amongst themselves, but he ignored them all. Not many of the people in this school were worth talking to anyway, he had discovered a long time ago! He had a few very good friends - it was just a shame none of them did games with him. Ouka was his closest friend, they'd known each other for just about ever, and she was like his sister. Aya and Youji were his other best friends, both, predictably, about twice his height. Youji flirted all day long with everyone he could see, whilst Aya didn't seem interested in people at all, whether he could see them or not, and was really rather unapproachable until you…well, approached him, but Omi knew that both of them had real affection, for each other and each other only.
Playing football with Ouka would be a laugh, he mused. Anything with Ouka was a laugh. And he wouldn't mind playing with Aya and Youji, although they would most undoubtedly kick his arse. He just hated games! It was lame! Sport was for fun, right? Well where the hell was the fun in being forced into something you didn't want to do?!
Aw well, here goes, he thought as the quieting of the other boys' chatter signalled the teacher's arrival. Too late to do anything about it now..
Omi didn't look up as their teacher told them...whatever he was telling them. As he heard a new, unfamiliar and cheerful voice, however, he glanced up quickly and his eyes met those of a young man, dark-haired, dark-eyed and unbelievably beautiful…
"My name is Hidaka Ken," he said softly, with a smile that made Omi want to smile too. "I'll be coaching you for the next four weeks."
The other boys in the class didn't really seem to appreciate the fact that their new teacher looked not much older than their average seventeen-and-a-half at all, but Omi didn't even notice… He was too busy staring at the guy…
Ken… Lovely Ken. Omi had never even seen anyone so…so…so amazing…
He was just perfect.
Omi sighed like a lovestruck teenager. Games sucked, it really really sucked. But hey, it wasn't THAT bad…
TBC