Daiki Aniki

Kako Aomine

Hello everyone! My name is Kako and I really need to tell you something.

If Aomine Daiki was not my brother, I would have confessed to him a long time ago. But alas, the world is created to be, well, not fair for some. And in this case, me.

Today Daiki—yes, I call him that even though he's my older brother— ate my breakfast and dashed to school, causing me to be late. Mad? No, no. I'm glad he stole my breakfast that I made. I wouldn't have it any other way.

On the train, he didn't bother holding the door for me so I ended up taking the next train. I don't mind, as long as he's going to school because that way, I'll get to see him. You see, falling in love with your brother isn't as easy as you think. You might think that I'll have more chances to see him, but no. Didn't you know my brother is in Tōō's basketball team?

Yes. He is the absolute ace and I am his Number 1 fan. Like him, I share a love-hate relationship with basketball as well. I love basketball because Daiki loves it. I hate basketball because Daiki loves it, which means less love for me. But I know he'll notice me soon enough.

So now, I'm sitting in class, waiting for the bell to … yes! It rang! Now I'm off. Beat the crowd, beat the crowd! Lunch hour = chaos. Want food? Beat the crowd. As I spotted the mass of uniformed students shoving violently, I immediately threw myself in too.

"Three Yakisoba Pan! Three!" I yelled at the top of my lungs while squishing this other girl to suppress her from ordering. "Three!"

Did I get it? Of course I did. I'm known for this. I'm good at this. I'll do anything, even if it means beating a crowd for my dearest aniki.

With three breads in hand, I looked up to see a tall figure hover over me. Face filled with gloom, brows furrowed, hair uncombed, and a mouth curled up in a twitch—my handsome brother.

"Daiki!" I threw myself at him, only to be palmed in the face like a basketball.

"Stop calling me that." The breads were taken out of my hands and he was off with a careless wave.

Why is he so cool!?

"Is it really alright for him to treat you like that Kakocchi?" Blond friend Kise approaches. Yes. Have I introduced him yet? Kise is the school's idol. He is a model and is so popular with the girls. But I'm his only girl friend. Not girlfriend. Watch my spelling. Girl. Friend.

"Hey Kise." I throw on a smile as I pass girls throwing death darts at me with their eyes. The best feeling in the world. Jealousy. If only Daiki got jealous for me. I would very much rejoice in that.

Smiling his giddy smile, my best friend Kise Ryouta grabbed my hand and dragged me outside the courtyard and under the biggest tree looking out at the baseball field.

"What'd you pack today Kakocchi?" He pointed curiously at the lunch I brought. I slid one bento onto his crossed legs and I opened mine.

"Wah! Kakocchi sugoi!" Kise stuffed some sausage and rice into his mouth. "What the heck did you put in this? It's so simple yet so much better than the other bento boxes the other girls made me." He closed his eyes to savor the taste.

Hmph. Of course it tastes good.

"Secret," I responded.

Actually, the whole reason I learned to cook was for Daiki. I hope that one day I'll master a perfect bento and present it to him. But for now, I'll have Kise be my guinea pig. So why does it taste so good? Obviously I prepared with thoughts of Daiki.

Kise suddenly turned and looked at me seriously. "You'll make a great girlfriend Kakocchi."

"Really?" My heart fluttered. If I could be Daiki's girlfriend... I immediately drifted off to dream mode. I could just imagine, him waiting for me by the gate instead of me always trying to tag along. Sometimes I'm not lucky enough to catch him after he gets off practice.

"Kakocchi…I actually really lik…"

I jumped up. Daiki was right in front of me 100 feet away. I scrambled to my feet and dashed to him full speed ahead. No slowing down, if I did, he wouldn't let me collide against him.

Boom. Success. I landed on top of him, my hands caressing his blue hair. I bit down on my lip to feign innocence and flashed my most seductive smile. I slowly opened my eyes to pretend it was an accident, only to find myself holding onto a much smaller body than I expected.

The blue hair was there, except…Pale skin. Blank eyes, not angry-looking ones. Vanilla smell…not manly. I shoved myself off of him.

"Oh it's you Kuroko." I waved him off easily. I wonder if it ever pissed him off. Even if it did, he never showed it. Such a tolerable person.

"Aomine-san," he greeted politely. I told you he was tolerable.

Honestly, if people call me Aomine, which is my family name, occasionally I allow myself to dream that I'm actually married to aniki. But no such luck, I simply belong to the Aomine family. But for those students who don't know, they can just assume we're married. Yes, we're kind of too young for that, but I know my love for Daiki is strong enough to ride against any current of jealousy and social notions.

"Tetsu, don't be so formal. Just call her Kako. She's fine with that." Daiki gave me a shove, expecting me to help convince Kuroko.

Yes. Demanding. Straightforward. Decisive. Cool. That's why he's the love of my life.

But still…

"Daiki…I like what Kuroko calls me."

"Ugh. Stop calling me that. I'm older than you. Show some respect."

"I do respect you… and admire you… and love you!" I threw myself at him. He responded by dodging swiftly and throwing his backpack at me. The impact wasn't light. It actually stopped me for three seconds before I pounced again.

"Yeah yeah whatever…" And then he sprinted away with Kuroko.

Again I have let him escape me. If only he'd stop running so fast…at least give me a chance to catch up. It was times like these that I doubt myself. I know I love my brother, but does he love me back? Does my love ever get across to him? Would he pick me or the other girls at school? If only I had big ones like Momoi… is a man who makes me feel insecure like this worth my love? Of course, if that man is Aomine Daiki.