I don't believe in fairy tales, and such.

However, because of my boyfriend…

Maybe, I can start to believe in happy endings.

6:00 a.m., Monday

Let me get this straight, I despise going to school on Mondays.

I'm not one of the college stereotypes you can see on reality television shows, nor in books. Some would get the wrong idea because of my boyfriend and I know why. He's rich, cool, smart—perfect. While I'm just a normal student taking Architecture at a university here in Japan, so when people ask me how my life is and I answer, "Normal.", it blows their mind. "Why?" They would say, as if my boyfriend is insane. "You surely are something. You are his girlfriend."

I am completely and plainly normal. Sorry to let all of you down. Despite of my boyfriend's fame and riches, he had decided to date one of the school's scholars and plain students. That's the way of life: unexpected.

Going to school on Mondays is the only problem I have every week—aside, for maybe assignments, thesis and projects. Why? Monday is always a problem for a normal student. It would normally start as Moooooooooonday, a very long and seemingly unending day, while my favored days will go as Fridy, Satdy, and Sndy, short and unnoticeable. It can make any person cringe.

"Himeko, I can't pick you up today. Tell your boyfriend to accompany you home." My mother told me after she stopped the car in front of the school gates, and after a few beats, she unlocked the doors. Different students are now entering the university with grumpy faces, just the same as mine; but one person is a standout among of us. It is Satsuki, my weird best friend who is standing just a few yards away from our car. To make a short recap of my past with Satsuki well, she's the greatest, yet the weirdest person I ever knew. She would smile when you're frowning, and laugh when you're serious; but still, she's the best-est friend you could ever have. We met on my first day here in the university, and so far, it's the second best day ever in my life. The first one, well, when my boyfriend and I became official. Why not, of course?

"Okasan, I don't want to trouble Seijuro-kun in accompanying me home. I'll just be safe on the way, I promise." I say, my hand already on the verge of opening the door, hovering on the handle.

My mom looks at me as if I am insane, her lips twisting differently and tells me, "Dear, he's your boyfriend. At least make him accompany you home."

"But Okasan, Seijuro-kun has basketball practices every after dismissal. He doesn't have that kind of time." I tell her sincerely. To give you a short description of my boyfriend, well, he's the best boyfriend ever, period. We met when we had the same subject schedules one time, and got paired for a project in that subject. It's the typical love story for normal students; but for me, it's the best love story. I love Seijuro-kun as much as I love historical places, which is considered huge for Architecture students like me. I'm proud of him. Though, when we hooked up, everything changed… completely. I mean, is dating the most popular guy in your school attracts haters? Of course, I experienced several underhanded methods: been tripped, thrown water at, thrown balls at and definitely, thrown pots accidentally at. I may get wounded after and Seijuro-kun would look at it indifferently but no matter how many times he insists, I never tell him the reason behind the wounds. I just don't know why, even though I never liked his fans.

My mother sighs, dejectedly. "Okay, I understand. Be careful, okay?" She tells me, probably giving up and kisses my forehead quickly. "I've got to go."

I step out of our old Bentley with the cold wind greeting my skin and step foot on the pavement, before closing the door, spinning my body. My mom wave her hand at me, forcefully lifting her twisted lips and I did the same, smiling at her.

"You still let your Okasan drive you to school?" Satsuki asks when I turn around after I waved to my mom, her hands on her waist.

I sigh, looking up to her. "It's better than to commute."

"What makes it better than to commute?" Satsuki asks, curiously, and we start to walk towards the campus. As usual, everyone is looking at me, whispering things to their buddies, and Satsuki have to glare at them to make them stop; moreover to ease me down because I start to become fidgety.

"Well, it helps me save money." I say, truthfully. "And not worry about getting soaked when it rains."

"True," Satsuki comments. "But I don't have anyone to drive me to school. I hate drivers."

"Me too."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Satsuki shrieks, when a voice suddenly piped in out of nowhere, and I turn to the back, only to find Aomine laughing hysterically. He stopped when he realized I didn't shriek, raking his brows. "Aren't you shocked?"

"Why?" I tell him. "It's pretty stupid. I'll just look like a banshee." Satsuki looks displeased with the word. "It didn't even make my day go bright."

"It's not stupid!" Satsuki exclaims, almost wrecking my eardrums, clutching on her heart. She must be hurt about the word banshee, because I earn a slap on my arm from her. "I almost got a heart attack."

I try not to laugh and say, "Whatever."

She sighs. "Your Monday mood is always hard to oppose."

I roll my eyes, and stick a tongue out at them. Definitely, I'm in a very bad mood to start with, because my Mondays don't normally start well. They always compose of bad hair days, mood swings, and mostly, headaches. Every time I wake up on Mondays, bad things happen. This morning, Kyoya accidentally put salt on my toothbrush, and I literally vomit because it tasted so bad, you had to puke. Then last week, when I woke up, a poster of The Grudge hung by my wall, which scared the shit out of me, and I literally bawl in front of my Mom just to make her take the poster off from wall, because I refuse to do it myself. Then last last week… anyway, you get the idea.

"I have to go. My professor will seriously get it to me if I get to class late." I tell Satsuki, waving my hand. "See 'ya lovebirds."

Aomine looked displeased and Satsuki blushed in a deep shade of red upon my statement, both looking to the opposite sides, avoiding each other's gazes. I don't know why they aren't they dating yet, because it's obvious they love each other. Satsuki told me she wants Aomine to make the first move; but the problem is, Aomine is the kind of guy who doesn't really admit his feelings, regardless of the situation. I started to help them by doing things that would make them end up being together alone, like ditching Satsuki at free time; but no matter how hard I try every day, they still act uncomfortable with each other's presence, and the time would end without the both of them engaging in a conversation. Seriously, those two are giving me a headache recently.

I twist the doorknob of my classroom, A-1, and when I push open the door, everyone falls silent. No one dares to move, all of them looking at me, and I stay rooted to my spot, until the professor shows up behind my back.

"Miss Yamato, would you like to take a seat already, so we can start the lesson for today?" He says, in a gay-ish kind of tone. "Or just stay immobile here at the door?"

"Can I answer both?" I say, trying to pull up a joke on him, and spin my body towards him. Everyone laughs; but unfortunately, my professor didn't get the joke. Fortunately, his fuse broke and his face reddens in anger.

He tries collecting himself up professionally, suppressing his anger but he can't control it at all, making his voice squeak when he speaks, "Certainly not, Miss Yamato."

I didn't respond anymore, and go to my seat at the front. My seatmate Himuro Tatsuya greets me in Russian with an open hand raised in the air. "Privet!"

"Pri…vet" I reply, absent-mindedly.

He laughs with my carelessness, showing his eye smiles. "I thought you didn't like Russian?"

My eyes widen in shock as my face redden with embarrassment and realization, and I slap my face as I take a seat. "Oh gosh, I forgot."

"You're in a bad mood, huh?" He asks, crossing his arms on his desk, and rests his head on top of it, his head tilted towards me.

"Yeah, bad Monday." I answer, taking my binder notebook out of the backpack as my professor starts to mumble things about Daedalus, the famous Architect from Greek Mythology, a Son of Athena. He's an ultimate fan of the said philosopher.

"What do you usually want that can make your day better?" Tatsuya suddenly asks out of curiosity, his voice muffled because his head is inside the cage he formed with his arms. I start to think about his question. What… do… I… possibly… like… on… bad… Mondays?

Suddenly, the door bursts open, making all of us, except for our raging professor at the front, scream like we just rode the roller coaster ride at Disneyland.

"AAAAH!"

I turn to the door, my heart still beating wildly in aftershock and saw Kise, his sweat dripping continuously from his forehead. His eyes scans the whole room, and when his stupor darts at me, his smile grows wide.

He steps inside our room, earning the attention of all the students, because seriously, what will a Mass Communication student do in our room? Definitely nothing. Tatsuya didn't look up somehow, because he had already drifted to the other side, a realm different from now.

He circles his palms around his mouth, and loudly shouts, "YAMATO HIMEKO, KARE WA ANATA O AISHETE! HE LOVES YOUUUUUU!"

Everyone, including the people down the halls, looks at him ridiculously, as if he is already mad; though Kise acts like it was just normal for him. Because my boyfriend, whose orders are absolute, is the type who forces others do the things he had to do himself. I pity Kise, who is under his supervision as the Captain of the basketball team, because he's the underdog today. But subconsciously, a smile crept up to my face, as red faintly appear on my cheeks.

"Now, Mr. Kise, it's rude to shout inside a room while it's having a class, is it?" Our professor says, pushing his glasses up, and with this, my classmates laugh. Kise rubs his nape, sheepishly, and answers, "Yeah, I'm sorry." I just so pity him. Seijuro-kun is a sadist.

"Thank you, Mr. Kise." Our professor, gratefully, answers; though he looks more pissed than before, especially that Kise interrupted him while he's doing his talk about Daedalus. No one dares to interrupt him when he's talking about Daedalus, and so far, Kise is the first one—or maybe it's Akashi because it's his orders. They are Business Management and Mass Communication students nonetheless, which makes it more surprising. Our professor is well-known for being strict.

Kise turns around, closes the door behind him and down the halls, he shouts again, "YAMATO HIMEKO, KARE WA ANATA O AISHETE! HE LOVES YOUUUUUUU!"

I see students from Hotel and Restaurant Management eye him as if he's already out of his mind, and one of them, I recognize as Murasakibara, whisper something to him. Kise nods as he whispers, and creepily, he spins in my direction, smirking like a complete idiot, before muttering, "Please wait," with his lips curled up into a pout. Then, I turn back to the front, noticing that our professor is eyeing me carefully, and after a few beats he continues with the lesson, as I blush in a deep shade of red in both embarrassment and giddiness.

"Tatsuya?" I call, and he faintly moan in his sleep, a sign that he's listening.

"The only thing that would surely make my bad Mondays better is my boyfriend's I love you."

"Really?" He absent-mindedly replies, and with that, I chuckle.

Good Morning, on behalf of the Administrative Staff and Faculty, I would like to make an announcement… huh? Wait, hold on.

We all look up to the speakers installed in our classroom, eyeing it curiously. One thing is running in our minds repeatedly: The principal interrupted while he's stating announcements? Wow, first time!

Okay, please hold on to my announcement. The president's son, Mr. Akashi Seijuro would like to say something.

A chill went up to my spine. Seijuro never spoke to the whole campus, and use his name as the president's and also the owner's son just so everyone would follow his will, even though he's the type to do that. Maybe he blackmailed our principal, because surely, the latter won't accept interruptions in his announcements.

I would like to tell you all that…

There was a sudden silence all around the campus, everyone anticipating his next words.

Please support the practice game this Saturday that's going to be held in the Gymnasium. It's not mandatory but your cheers will help the team win the game. And also…

A shiver goes up across my spine, making the hairs on my body stand up.

I love Yamato Himeko.

Again, my professor eyes me carefully, as the principal starts to talk in a cracking tune, suppressing his laugh.

There you have it folks, a love confession from the president's son, Akashi Seijuro. Ahahaha, what a love-struck guy we have here. Himeko must be a beauty is she? Anyway, I would like to say that the….

I cover my ears, and rest my forehead on my desk, both my ears and face flaring up.

He would scream "I love you" down the halls not caring who heard him. Or so.