And so. I give you my first ever Isshushipping fic. The reason for the title will become obvious in chapter one, which is currently in progress of being written. Not typed. Chapter one isn't finished yet. SoyeahI'msorryIhaveschoolandcan'tdoeverything. A pathetic 253 words. But I reiterate, this is just the prologue. More is to come. Enjoy.
-Prologue, Start-
Footsteps pounded the wooden floor of the basketball court with surprising lightness. The owner of said footsteps ran hard, dribbling the ball with one hand as his lightweight body swerved around opposing players. His green hair was pulled back into its usual ponytail. Deep, green eyes were hard with concentration.
Five seconds were left on the clock. The slender boy – no, young man – leapt into the air, the ball soon being forced down into the net. A slam dunk. Supporters of our team leapt up, screaming and cheering. It was in that moment, that he dropped from the net and was surrounded by thrilled teammates, that I began to notice him – really notice him. I suddenly saw him everywhere. In the hallways, the cafeteria, the office, the library…
My hand shook violently around my pencil. My throat felt dry. It became much harder to breathe. Then his green eyes turned to me. I felt like my body was shutting down. My vision got blurry, and I barely registered him coming toward me in my foggy brain. A hand landed softly on my shoulder. I looked up and there he was. The boy – no, man – was in front of me. Reality came rushing in as I shot up, sprinting out of the gymnasium.
Some would laugh, some would call me crazy. My sister would do both. I would tell me I'm stupid. I'm a victim of my own stalker-ish affection of that boy.
N Harmonia.
-Prologue, End-
Also, apparently "leapt" isn't a word. When did that happen? Seriously, when? Also, Touya is a crazy son-of-a-bitch. But we love him anyway.
Derp.