Takao watched as Midorima walked down the hall. Even in Shutoku, he had long, confident strides that screamed how important he was. She smiled brightly and then began to chase after him while running.

"Shin-chan! Shin-chan! Wait for me!"

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For practically her whole middle school life, Takao had followed him. She quit the girls' basketball team so that she could be the boys' basketball team manager just to see him. Midorima practically treated her as a slave, asking her to fetch him water and to get him his towel and other tasks like that. To everyone's surprise, Takao even pulled a rickshaw for him ever since their Teiko days. If she was questioned about her motives behind being Midorima's slave, she would just put on a warm smile and say, "I wonder too. I really don't know."

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Takao POV

Ahhh. I guess I really should get used to this. I sighed as I carried both mine and Shin-chan's school bags on the way to school. It's really been so long since I've carried his school bag, after all school just began several days ago. Shin-chan's figure really was amazing. He was tall with broad shoulders, longs arms with legs that could match in height, and around him was an aura of confidence. I thought about how his eyes were such a beautiful, deep green while mine were just ordinary, brownish hazel eyes. His eyelashes were long and pretty and his glasses had a finishing tough on his perfect face.

I stared at his figure from behind and then I sighed. I really should stop doing this. I've been in love with him for over two years already. In middle school, everyone knew I had a crush on him except for Shin-chan. How dense was he? Who else would treat him like that? I even played slave for him. At least he didn't make me pedal the rickshaw today; maybe he has had a change of heart and realized how important I am to him. Maybe I'll be his girlfriend soon. He might be in lo-

"Get the rickshaw ready toning, Takao. I want to ride it tomorrow, nanodayo."

Depressed, I sighed. Of course he wouldn't fall in love with me. He only saw me as a slave. I knew his type. Tall, mature, pretty, and smart senpais were his type. If he was looking for a girlfriend, Shin-chan wouldn't even look in my direction twice- no, not even once. I was average height, ordinary girl. I might be slightly above average but Shin-chan only wanted the best. He only wanted girls that were his type and there were many to choose from other than me. I thought about the days when I could only look at him from afar. I smiled a little. Being a slave was better than being nothing. Even if it meant I was on the same level of trash. At least he notices me a little bit.

"Are you listening to me, nanodayo?"

I sighed. Of course. I was still just an errand girl.

"Yea, yea, Got it, Shin-chan."

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A/N I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you would like this story to continue, please review because I want to know if I should continue it. Thank you.