Chapter 01: Hair

He loved your hair. To be honest, when you transferred to the school in the middle of the first semester in his third year, the first thing he noticed was the silkiness of your (hair colour) hair. For Shiraishi Kuranosuke, that may have been what first attracted him to you.

But you were both guys. He shouldn't have been attracted to you. However, when you bumped into each other in the office while you were handing in your application form for a club, he felt his heart race the moment you greeted him with a shy, "hello".

"(Last Name)-kun, right? I'm Shiraishi Kuranosuke, the—"

"—boy who sits behind me in class, correct?" You finished, grinning childishly at the blonde, your eyes glimmered in the light. For some reason, your smile caused Shiraishi's blood to run like mad.

"U- Uh, yeah..." Their hands held in contact a little longer than necessary. When Shiraishi realized this, he immediately jerked his hand back, and covered his cheeks with his hand, hoping you hadn't seen the red blush surfacing on his face.

You let out a chuckle, "Shiraishi-san sure gets embarrassed easily."

It's odd, but it's only when I'm around you... Shiraishi remained quiet. He could feel the heat from his cheeks cooling down, and so he could finally look you back in the eyes. Honestly, your hair looked so silky and smooth; he just wanted to run his fingers through your hair, and—

Wait. What the hell was he thinking?! You were a guy, and not only that, but you were a new student. He shouldn't be thinking these weird thoughts and—

"Eh? Shiraishi-san?"

Just then, something out of the ordinary happened. Shiraishi's body took absolutely control over his mind and he unconsciously ran his fingers through your (hair colour) hair. When he was aware of his actions, he widened his eyes and jumped back, bringing his hand away from your hair. C- Crap!

"Uh, (Last Name)-kun, I- I apologize. I- I didn't... I mean... y- your hair... I- It just looked n- nice so I..." Shiraishi was in utter shock and too stunned to say anything more. He was tongue-tied, and just wanted to die on the spot right there, but then he saw something absurd.

A smile crept onto your lips, completely not bothered by your classmate's sudden action. Instead, you found it incredibly amusing, watching him squirm as he tried to come up with an excuse. "Don't worry, Shiraishi-san. I like your hair, too."

And with that, you dropped off your form with the receptionist and headed towards the exit of the office, "See you later, Shiraishi-san."

Shiraishi stood in the office, his face flustered over the encounter that just occurred moments before. He tried his best to cool his head down – erase what had happened out of his mind – but no matter what, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Your smile, your obliviousness, everything about you; he just couldn't forget it.

Ten minutes later, Shiraishi was still in a daze, even when Osamu walked into greet the captain of the infamous tennis team in the Kansai region, he hadn't replied back.

"Oi~ buchou[1], what's the matter with you? Did you see a hot chick or something?" The coach of the team hit Shiraishi on the top of the head with his clipboard, as he strolled past the blonde-haired individual.

The said captain then broke out of his daze and quickly turned to face the tennis coach, as he raced to catch up with him. His face red like an apple for no apparent reason. "O- Of course not! A- Anyway, h- here! T- This is the practice s- schedule for t- today!" He hurriedly shoved the papers into Osamu's hands and stormed away, slamming the office door with a little too much force than needed.

Osamu tilted his straw hat as he played around with the toothpick in his mouth, pondering over what happened to the usual calm and collected captain. "Must've been a hot chick, no doubt about that."

Little did Osamu know, it wasn't a "chick", but an innocent boy from the Kantou region who recently transferred into Shiraishi's class that made the captain so flustered.

FOOT NOTES;

[1] = Buchou means captain.