Mirai Inori was a model.
A very hot model, but one that refused to show her face.
In all her photos, her face is either covered or from her neck up is cut off. Inori really liked to maintain that mysterious aura shrouding her. No other model did it, so hey, why not, she figured. It'd be more interesting that way anyways.
Inori had long and feathery-soft golden hair, matched with equally golden eyes. She didn't really have to worry about her face in the shots of photos, but at the time she started modeling, she just felt like it, and therefore her face remained a secret. Inori had no reason to do so now, but she chose to stick with it since it was the choice she made.
There was no point in doing something if she were to regret one of her own decisions.
Kise Ryouta was the complete opposite of her—she preferred to not attract a crowd, while as he didn't mind—and if Inori knew any better, she'd say he was enjoying—the attention that was given to him.
That was the type of impression that Kise Ryouta left on her the first time they met.
Great, the first day of high school starting at Kaicho. Inori was never a fan of going to school on the first day; all that happened was the entrance ceremony, which wasted everyone's time—but that's okay.
Because it was their time wasted, and not Inori's. On days like this, Inori liked to find somewhere quiet and without people to catch up with her beauty sleep. Most of her photo shoots were at night, since that was when she had free time. That, and because doing outdoors photo shoots were so gorgeous.
Back to the topic at hand, Inori wandered through the back of the school; upon spotting the gym, she decided that behind building would be as good as a place as any other. The girl trotted her way to behind the gym, where benches were placed conveniently.
She was about to lay down after taking a seat until—
"Ah, crap! I'm so sorry!" a male voice resonated from the right.
A freakin' basketball had hit her right on her head on the first day. Is this what she got for skipping a stupid ceremony?
Inori put her hand over where the basketball assaulted her, glancing at the blonde male who was now in front of her.
"Uwaaaa, I'm truly really sorry! I didn't know anyone would be back here! Could it be that you're a first year like me too?" At this point he didn't even sound sorry anymore.
What a jerk.
Inori did what she was good at, smiling no matter the situation, "you're a terrible person, you know~?" Her voice came out cold. "Is throwing basketballs at girls how you introduce yourself to girls, Kise-san?" Of course she knew who he was. How could she not? He started as a model a little before Inori did—it was hard to not hear the other girls gushing about how cool he was.
"A-ah, no! It was an accident, I swear!" though the way he was fretting about what to say was kind of cute, like a small puppy yearning for attention. "I wanted to practice basketball a bit more, but the gym doors were locked, so I figured I'd come back here to practice!"
Ah, Inori recalled reading something about him being in the magazine article about Teikou's Generation of Miracles.
After some thought, she let out a small sigh, she stared at him and smiled, for real this time, holding her hand out. "Mirai Inori, nice to meet you." She'd forgive him for now.
Kise's face brightened up as he accepted her hand, and pulled her up and away from the bench into a hug. "Thank god, it'd be bad if you didn't forgive me; Kurokocchi always said to treat girls with delicacy," he said happily
After finally being able to pull away from the hug, Inori high tailed it out of there as soon as she heard the squeals of girls and a chorus of 'Kise-kun!' in the background. That was her cue to leave before she got discovered.
Obviously, and oh-so very expectedly, he welcomed the fangirls' comments and compliments.
In hindsight, that was to her benefit; she wouldn't be noticed that way. Good. All is good.
a/n: oh gosh this is a terrible first chapter I'm sorry u n u
It'll get better later on (hopefully) ;; A ;;