Disclaimer : Kuroko no Basket is not mine. I'm sure you've known it.
Note : Based on Gokusen.
Kuroko Tetsuya was a weird person, according to the people in the university. Don't misunderstand, they still liked him. He was so polite to people around him, and that was a plus. He was very dedicated, hard-working, and a kind hearted person. His lack of presence and expression did not diminish their positive feelings to the teal haired.
They liked him enough to the point when he told them which school he wanted to be appointed to after he completing his teaching degree, they freaked out.
He was a good teacher, that's proven by when he had spent a year in compulsory teacher training. At each school he had been welcomed by all of the teachers, the students had been courteous and hardworking.
And that very good teacher, who qualified to be a teacher in any prestigious school, applied to the famous To'ou Academy, whose students could allegedly strike fear into the hearts of even the toughest men.
"They're violent," they tried to dissuade him to pick another school. "Most of them are members of gangs. Not to mention the number of times they've been arrested. Kuroko-sensei, are you sure about this? You're an exemplary teacher, though you're just an intern, you could become a teacher in any school, even in the prestigious ones."
But Kuroko just stared at them for a moment, making them felt uneasy, before thanked to them. "I want to work there," he explained. "That type of student is exactly who I want to work with, that I can help them, and be the kind of teacher who won't just turn his back to that sort of thing."
Meanwhile that reason was to be admired, but this is To'ou Academy. The students there were beyond to be saved. No one got it. No one understood his reason. Instead they all wondered how the small, weak-looking, Kuroko Tetsuya could possibly cope with a class of brutal delinquents.
But they did not know. They just had made assumptions about his life, and they did not know how wrong they were.
They did not know at all about his secret background.
To'ou Academy, an all-boys high school that located in Tokyo. Contrary to popular belief, the school began as a normal school with aims to help its students to have a bright future, and to be a prestigious school. With impressive determination and dedication yet ambitious, they had became a rate B school. But something wrong happened, no one knew what it was, and this rate B school now known to be the haunt of social drop-outs where the so called near extinct 'punks' roam around.
This was the type of school he would be going to. A wasteland.
Kuroko had been doing research on the school since he decided to apply as a teacher there. And he was curious of how a rate B school became a criminal school. But he understood, really. It was not the school or its student that at fault, it was the society. One wrong move, and you would be down. And no one who wanted to help the 'rotten'. And the teachers were also useless, they did not care the delinquent students at all, just the normal ones.
This was why he wanted to be a teacher in this school. He wanted to help this kind of students, never care about their background or their behavior and demeanor.
He prepared everything. He had experience of dealing with unruly kids –provided by his life in his home, so it would not be a problem for him. He was smart enough to teach them anything. The only matter was how he could have their trust. The delinquents usually had a problem in trusting other people.
'Well, at least I have to see how my students are before I make a move,' Kuroko thought as he opened the Principal Room door.
To'ou Academy was a high school with bad reputation of its students. They were practically famous for robbery, gang, drugs, violence, and other criminally insane cases. It was much a wasteland for the society. It still is.
So, how could a woman got appointed to this wasteland? And not just a woman, a kind that would be always in danger in this school.
Kuroko glanced at the pink haired woman beside him, vaguely listening the principal speak. The woman was not ordinary, she had a beautiful face and nice body. And when he said nice body, it was really nice. Big boobs, slender waist, sexy long legs, a perfect dream woman.
It was like throwing a luxury meat to a swarm of hungry pigs. Hungry perverted pigs precisely.
And… it seemed not only the students, the principal also a pervert himself.
A big sweat dropped on the back of Kuroko's head as he saw the said principal sneaking glances to the pink haired woman's boobs.
Really, a phrase "A pet resemblance of its owner" seemed appropriate for this.
Kuroko snapped his attention back when the principal began explained about the new teachers' arrangement. The woman beside him, Momoi Satsuki-sensei, got appointed to 2nd year class 2. As for him, he got appointed to 2nd year class 4.
The worst class ever in the 2nd year, according to the senior teachers.
Once the principal finished with his speech, the vice-principal, Harasawa Katsunori, took over. "Just one important advice for you, Momoi-sensei," Harasawa said calmly. "Please change your skirt and heels into this jersey and gym shoes for now." He handed over a plastic of a new jersey. "I understand you don't like it, but it's for your sake to teach safely in here." He immediately interjected when Momoi opened her mouth to retort. "And when you come to this school tomorrow, I suggest to wear pants and low heel shoes."
Kuroko could see that Momoi wanted to say something, but she just pouted. They bowed for a moment, before walking out of the principal room.
"Ne, Kuroko-sensei," Momoi called after they made sure far enough from the principal room. "Don't you think they seem just as dodgy?" she said as her eyes surveying the hallway they through.
Kuroko glanced at his fellow new teacher. "I think so too, Momoi-sensei," he replied softly.
"Humm…" she glanced back at him, silently inspecting his appearance, and felt a bit worry by what she got. "Are you straight out of university, Kuroko-sensei? You kinda… seem like a real straight. You gonna be okay?"
"Of course, Momoi-sensei. I'll do my best." Kuroko gave her his rare small smile. "And, Momoi-sensei, I heard you've transferred from Teikou junior high. It's a prestigious school with a distinguished record, why the move?"
Momoi pouted. "Junior-high kids are so boring. All of their hair's grown but they're still kids."
Kuroko blinked, a big sweat dropped on behind of his head.
"Well, compared to them, it's like senior-high kids have peeled a layer, you know?!" she said, slapping his back lightly. "And I didn't mean it that way, you little pervert!" she continued, giggling, before she walked left toward the bathroom to change her clothes. "Oh, and Kuroko-sensei! Please don't bother to wait me!" she said when she saw Kuroko ready to stand beside the bathroom door. "I'm not helpless, you know. And you only have one minute before your class starts."
Kuroko tilted his head as he watched the pink haired enter the bathroom. He shrugged, turning his heels toward where his class was. Indeed, Kuroko was a gentleman, and as such he was worried for Momoi. A lamb between the wolves. He glad that the vice-principal gave her a jersey, at least with that she could run if the students harassing her.
His lips turned up slightly when he remembered Momoi's answer to his particular question. Well, he could guess why she could be a teacher in this school. She's pretty dangerous herself. She reminded him his dearest aunt actually.
He saw a plank written "Class 2-D" beside a door, and he stopped in front of it. This was the class he got appointed to. He took a deep breath, curling his fingers into a fist in front of his chest, preparing his heart to what would greet him inside this class, before he opened them. His eyes stared at the door for a moment with such determination.
He was ready.
And so, he opened the door.
To Be Continue…
A/N :
Because there's so many people who want me prolonged this story, I make this fic.
