Summary: The story of Daisuke Kamiya, a student at Yamashita High repeating his second year for his lack of school attendance who meets Haruka Asakura. His fellow classmate as well as the Class Representative, who helps him rekindle his love for Gunpla. In turn, he'll be able to show her that Gunpla could be so much for than just a plastic model.


Prologue

March 22 - Yamashita High School

The long awaited day has finally come for the students at Yamashita High School. It was the last day of the school year, meaning graduation for the senior students while the first and second years would be one step closer to graduating high school.

Except for Daisuke Kamiya that is.

"I'm sorry Kamiya-kun, but unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't be able to pass you this school year," Daisuke's homeroom teacher said frowning. Waiting for a response from the unnaturally bright haired student who only replied with a blank stare, causing the older man to frown even more.

The teacher sighed out of frustration before continuing, "It's not that you get bad grades…but your attendance is very low. It almost makes me not want to help you."

"I'm sorry, Tezuka-sensei." I finally responded. Although, Tezuka was probably able to sense the unapologetic tone in my voice.

"However, I am willing to give you a second chance." Tezuka-sensei said, while going through some of the class records. "If you can come to school during the spring break for remedial classes, as well as complete some of the extra credit work I can give you before the new school year starts, you'll be able to enroll into your third year. Okay?" Giving me an assuring pat on the back.

I took a few moments to gather his thoughts before answering, "Thank you very much sensei."

The teacher nodded and gave a smile, satisfied that he was able to finally get through to his student.

"But I won't be able to do that."

Or not.

Upon hearing that, Tezuka's face instantly fell into an astonished look.

"Eh?!"

"I apologize for being so selfish, Sensei."

The teacher began to furrow his eyebrow while tapping his pen as he began to lose his patience. "Alright then…What do you want to do then? Repeat your classes? Drop out?"

I took another few moments to think his question over, not really sure what to say. "I'll see you next year." I finally said, thinking that it would satisfy him and get him off my back.

The teacher slowly nodded. "I suppose I will then."

"I'll be taking my leave then," I said as he got up and bowed before going back to my desk to pack my belongings and slip on my black leather jacket. Pulling my phone out to check the time and noticed that my little meeting with Tezuka took a little longer than I would have liked. I decided just to send a text to to my younger sister, Mika that I'll probably be late to pick her up from school and to go on ahead and take the train home.

Instead of going towards the front exit of the school that I usually do, I took the rear exit where my pride and joy was waiting for me.

A beautiful nighthawk black 1976 Honda CB550 motorcycle, or cafe racer as some would like to call it. It used to belong to my manager at the repair shop that I work for who had intentions of restoring it from it's somewhat poor condition at the time.. It wasn't until about a year ago that I offered to buy it off him for a reasonable price and was finally able to finish restoring it a few weeks ago, which was just in time for me to apply for his unlimited motorcycle license. It also had small modifications such as a larger exhaust, street fighter headlamp, and a slightly larger seat to fit two people on the bike which was originally only meant to be a single seater otherwise.

I took a seat on the small bike, twisting the key into the ignition as the bike roared to life while giving the bike a few revs, being cautious not to be too loud as it was against school rules to have a motorcycle on school grounds. Not that it really mattered to since it was the last day of school anyway.

I grabbed a matching black full face helmet as well as a pair of gloves that was kept stored under the seat to put on before hitting the streets where I decided to take the long way to pick up ingredients at the shopping district for dinner.


Just as I was about to head home after picking up the groceries from the supermarket, I couldn't help but glance in the direction of a certain store not too far from the market.

"Asakura Hobby," the I repeated to myself as I read the large colorfully bright sign on the building. It wasn't my first time encountering the small shop. In fact, I've passed by it more times than I could count on both hands, but just couldn't bring myself to go in.

"I suppose just checking it out wouldn't hurt." I reasoned to self as I walked into the shop. It's actually a lot bigger than it was inside than out at first glance. They had quite a few shelves stocked with a good variety of Gunpla of different models, grades, etc. As well as a couple shelves filled with paint and supplies for the hardcore modelers out there. There was even a small workshop with a paint booth and airbrush if there were those who couldn't wait to get home to start building. I couldn't help but feel nostalgic as I was basically reliving my wonderful childhood.

The wonderful half at least.

"Welcome to the shop." A deep voice said from behind me, interrupting my train of thought . I turned halfway to see a middle aged man, probably in his mid thirties behind the counter. I assumed that he was the owner of this fine establishment.

"Hows it going, Pops?" I greeted.

"Oi, oi! I'm not that old yet you damn yankee!" The owner retorted. "Anyway, I'm the owner of this shop if you haven't figured it out already I own the shop. Name's Ken Asakura, but you can just call me Ken."

"Daisuke Kamiya. But you can call me whatever you like, pop." I said with a smirk.

The older man took a moment to get a good look at him before chuckling to himself. "You're a real punk, you know that? But I like your attitude kid. Anyway I'ma go out back and have a smoke, so if you need any help, just ask my daughter. I'm sure shes around here somewhere." Ken said before grabbing a pack of Marlboro and lighter before going towards the back room.

I continued browsing the store, recalling some of the models that I actually do remember. I found myself looking at a display case, filled mostly with high grades as well as master grade Gunpla models as viewing samples for customers. All of them were beautifully built. Each model was painted and panel lined to look much more accurate to their anime counterpart with no nub marks in sight. They even took the time to hide all the seam lines as well as apply what looked like water slide decals to give it that extra detail.

As my eyes drifted from one kit to the next, I found one that stood out to me the most in the display. You could say it was a bit unique looking compared to the traditional Gundam. The majority of it's body was white, but did have a bit of blue and red for parts around the shoulders, waist, and feet as well as some sort of clear green painted on the forehead and chest instead of the green foil stickers that usually came with the kits.

"GNY-001 Gundam Astrea..."Recalling the name that I was all too familiar with many years ago.

"Is there anything I could assist you with, sir?" a soft feminine voice asked?

The blonde tore his eyes from the kit to see a girl around his age standing next to him. Coincidentally, she must have went to the same school as did as she was dressed in what looked liked the standard Yamashita school uniform which actually complimented her petite frame perfectly. The uniform consisted of a navy blue blazer, matching mini tie, a simply white shirt, and a matching plaid skirt. Over the uniform, she wore an similar apron that Ken was wearing earlier, indicating that she either was an employee here or was his daughter. The girl had Ebony black hair that just went pass her shoulders and loose bangs that covered the forehead of her heart shaped face which had some very distinct facial features. High cheek bones, a soft looking pair of lips, and light brown innocent looking eyes, making her look even more petite than she already did.

I was practically drooling.

Realizing what was happening, I mentally slapped myself. "Er…" The star-strucked teen started, loss for words at what to say as he quickly tried to come up with a decent answer. "…No I was just...admiring," I finished lamely.

The girl's face brightened as she soon as she heard the boys answer. "Thanks! I actually built them all myself." She claimed grinning proudly, showing her dainty dimples.

'Lord, have mercy.' I thought to myself.

I looked back at the display case before looking back at her to say, "Yeah, they're really good. It must have taken tons of time to complete them. You must be an excellent fighter if you can build this well."

The girl tilted her head and gave me a blank stare. "Fighter? As in Gunpla battling? Oh please! Why would I waste all my time and hard work just to see it get wiped out?" The girl scoffed before squinted her eyes and started to get closer, "Don't tell me you're into Gunpla battles too." which sounded more like an accusation rather than a question.

I started to back up a bit at the sudden change of mood as well as her invasion of my personal space. "No, not really. Actually, I'm not really into Gunpla...I've always just wanted to check this store out." I answered.

The girl blinked before backing off and saying, "I see. Well it is what it is I suppose. If you need anything, just let me known I guess." I gave her nod which she probably took as an ending to our conversation as she began walking away. I went back to looking at a few more kits in the display case, before deciding that it was time for me to go.

A few minutes later, Ken returned from his smoke break only to find that Daisuke had left and the only people inside was his daughter and himself.

"Oi, did Daisuke-kun buy anything, Haruka?" Her father asked.

"Daisuke? You mean the blonde hair kid? He didn't purchase anything. Actually, he said that he doesn't even like Gunpla." Haruka answered.

Ken grunted before, saying, "You probably just scared him with your Gunpla fighting beliefs."

"No I didn't!" She tried to argued.

"Whatever you say. I'll be in the stock room doing inventory so mind the store up here would ya." Ken ordered his daughter.

"Always telling me what to do when i don't even get payed in the first place." Haruka said as she shook her head.

Since there weren't really customers at the store, she decided that it would okay to resume working on her personal custom Gunpla. As Haruka was starting to mock up the kit together, to make sure everything was fitted correctly before applying paint, she began to think on the blonde boy again.

"Daisuke huh? He certainly is...an interesting boy." Haruka said to herself. Feeling that this wouldn't be the last time they would meet.


So I've had this idea dancing in my head for awhile now and actually kind of wanted to see this through, especially since GBF is over now. Anyway, I was finally able to get all the details ironed out last night, and just started writing the story today.

This is my first story on here, so I hope it isn't too bad since I'm really just winging it and writing down whatever comes to mind so bear with me here.

Anyway, I would greatly appreciate reviews and constructive criticism! Anything to help make this story not sound so boring.

Thanks all~