Hola, peeps. Thanks for giving me a chance to share my spinoff of Aomine in a coed high school, and his developing involvement with YOU, readers. You are a returnee (kikoku-sei, a Japanese student who comes back to Japan after living abroad) from New York, who somehow finds her way to Aomine. May you please stick around! (Oh, all chapters won't always be this short and if any one of you are kind enough to leave me a review, please don't hesitate to do so!) - looneyooz
"Oi..."
A spotless, summer sky spreads over the rooftop as I slowly peer through my heavy lids. I wonder why I can't have a quiet moment to myself. Is that too much to ask?
"Yes?"
Where is the voice even coming from? Am I hallucinating an imaginary friend-situation? Gosh, how far I have come. Okay, I at least need to make myself presentable to whoever this is, don't I?
I sit up and squint as my momentarily blinded eyes adjust to the piercing sunlight. Suddenly I become fully aware of a silhouette; it is then I see a ruffled head that seemingly have absorbed the twilight sky, a dull set of pond-brown eyes, and hunched, broad shoulders supported by heavy-set arms.
Oh, this must be him.
I've heard of this tanned basketball freak the other day, but why is he here of all places? Shouldn't he be practicing right now? Athletes in this school are supposed to practice during lunch break and he, if the rumors are true, is the ace of the treasured basketball team. So he can't afford to skip practice when he's carrying the school pride on his shoulders... right?
"You seemed to have settled nicely in my spot of all places on the roof. Bothered asking if you were welcomed here?" says the blueberry with a broody drawl.
"Oh, I have? My bad. I didn't know this is the only spot you could possibly think of hanging in this open space," I reply in a voice full of vexation.
What, don't blame a person who's just failed her trigonometry test twice in a row this semester after 4+ hours of cramming in an AC-less room of mid-August. Flat out suicidal. That's how I'm feeling, and here comes an ass who won't and can't let alone that I happen to be laying on his favorite spot when there is other space that also happens to provide the exact same amount of shade and sunlight. Get over it. He can't be having a worse day than me.
I turn my back to him and decline myself to the concrete floor; only to find his feet next to my head. How on earth was he able to come over in a flash second when he clearly was about 10 meters away from me? I can't and won't allow myself to be impressed for long when I realize that he came over to reclaim his spot. Is he Sheldon Cooper or something?
Half annoyed and half amused by his persistence, I turn over to meet his hostile eyes as he hovers over me.