Welcome everybody to my 100 Themes Challenge. The list I'm gonna use it's a variation, not the original one. I'll upload more information at my lj, the link it's in my profile, and if you had one you can always be my friend :)

Theme –001 Introduction

Character – Takashi Kawamura

Words – 520

Warning – None

It was late at night, he was sure. He'd been looking at the starts through his room's window for a while but he wasn't tired. His mind was blank and his brown eyes were looking without see. And there he was, standing like a sculpture in the darkness, without move and almost without blinking.

He was only wearing a big, sleeveless shirt that covered his body and his underwear. He was wearing a pair of colorful toe socks too so he was showing most of his legs. He didn't care how much that kind of clothing approached him to a girl, it was comfortable and that was the most important thing. By the other hand, it was past midnight; no one would see him like that unless someone of his family woke up and went to his room. Not even probably that would happen.

The sky was clear, any cloud was around but yet he barely could see the stars. It didn't matter at all; he wasn't awake to look at them. He just couldn't sleep. Teenager's problems tormented him like hell.

Who he was? Where would he go? Was that girl hot or was the boy beside her instead?

He knew who he was. He was another ordinary boy who played tennis and wanted to take care of the family restaurant. He talked to his friends and classmates, smiled at them, played with them, joked around them like other boy of his same age would do. But the thing was they were graduating the following week. Some of them would travel to another country; others would go to prestigious academies. And then there wouldn't be smiles, jokes, talks or plays.

He'd stay at Tokyo, beside his family. He'd leave tennis at Seishun Gakuen, where all had begun. He'd only keep the good memories about it and then, he'd put his tennis racquet at the bottom of his closet. At least, he wouldn't stop with karate. It was something he really liked, much as doing sushi.

But there were some things he didn't know if he liked them. Since he was young, like nine or ten, he liked girls because they were cute and shy, easy to protect them. When he was eleven, he looked at his big, elder sempais at the karate dojo and he found himself blushing like, well, like a girl in front of the boy he likes. And now he was fifteen and he knew he liked girls but boys too. He was a girly boy, after all, he was cute, shy and easy to protect but also he was strong, rough and manly. Sometimes, when he couldn't sleep like this night, he linked his bipolarity and his bisexuality. Then he smiled at himself and he returned to his bed to sleep.

So, he turned around and walked towards his bed, resting his head back in the pillow, moving his toes happily, watching them move.

Girly or manly. A middle school student or a high school student. A tennis player or a sushi maker. It didn't matter. Life still goes on.

And now it's when all starts.