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Prologue:: 7K5T


"I'm sorry Ryouta but due to the limited school budget on textbooks, you'll have to share your book with another student in the class." The teacher spoke with concern, as if sharing a textbook was the hardest thing in the world. Kise just blinked behind his reading glasses, astonished that the teacher was acting like he had to share his liver with someone else.

"Okay Mr. Garrison." Kise responded quickly, earning a smile from his superior. The teacher wrote something down on a sticky note and handed it to the blond, who picked it up carefully while reading the number and name.

"This is your textbook number and the other person who will also be assigned to this textbook. I advise that you get to know this person well and assign textbook times or even meet up. We will be using the textbook a lot throughout this school year." Mr. Garrison smiled deeply, his wrinkles slowly forming near his eyes and forehead. Kise nodded again and re-read the scribble on the small yellow note.

"Literature and Composition #7K5T. Daiki Aomine." Kises's heart skipped a beat when he re-read the name to himself. Anyone that went to that school for even a month would be stupid to not know who Daiki Aomine was. He had heard about this kid from the students in his class. Daiki was his name and although Kise had never seen him, people would say that his gaze could pierce through a soul and his whole presence make a person freeze. Some said that he used to mob people and steal from gangs. A lot of students were afraid of him, not bothering to talk to him because they had assumed that the ridiculous stories they had heard were true. Kise didn't believe it, or rather, he didn't want to believe it. He just wanted to live a peaceful life as a student studying abroad in America.

And that meant no more boyfriends or sloppy nights or crazy parties.

Yes, Kise was so hopelessly gay and he loved it. But the blond moved that part of him aside as he tried to appreciate the bounce of a curl and the roundness of a hip. The blond just wanted to be quiet and get through his high school years in America with no drama, then go back home to his parents and older sisters in Japan.

"Thank you sir. If you will excuse me." Kise bowed at his teacher and stuffed the note in his pocket before turning on his heels, heading towards the hallway. He had moved to America a year ago and was living a very comfortable life with his host family. There was no drama, no boyfriends and definitely no modeling once he moved. And he wanted to keep it that for as long as he could. The drama, well—boyfriend—that he had left behind in Japan was rather messy, and he wanted to disappear from that as soon as possible.

Even since Kise could remember, he had been interested in other cultures—other languages—to be exact. He could easily memorize a language within months and copied other people's tones and body language when speaking it. Learning different languages came naturally to him so when a position opened up at his school to travel to America for two years he was ecstatic. Immediately applying and getting the position, Kise packed up his things and moved in with his host family within the next week. Of course things were hard on his family, having to go two years without their lovely ball of sunshine, but they managed pretty well. The blond would send them letters every month and sometimes mail them crazy America snacks that he wasn't familiar with. His family was truly happy for him, and that made him proud.
Kise excited the English classroom and continued down the hallway, turning swiftly on his heels when walking around a corner. Usually after class he would either try to leave super early before the crowds rush into the hallway or stay after to wait for it to die down. Kise—although loving to interact with people—hated being in confined spaces; and a crowded hallway took the number one spot on his list.

It was early in the evening and a few kids lingered in the hallways around their lockers, gossiping about their current plans for the upcoming weekend and whatever else Kise could idly pick up as he shuffled past them. Some of the girls glanced at him from their lockers, a shy look settling its way onto their face. Kise didn't know if it was because he was a foreigner, because he was attractive, or because they were shy that he was attracting to much attention.

He quickly crossed out the first two options, knowing that America was far more diverse than Japan and that no one would really know who he was since he was a Japanese model, and settled with the fact that they were just love struck or something. The blond had to admit though, he always looked good.

Kise always made sure that his outfits were 100% matching and styled, never letting his model wisdom leaving him. Colors like yellow and blue usually suited him best so he stuck with them for most of his outfit choices. Sometimes he wore fake blue-rimmed glasses with his outfits and sometimes he wore his reading ones, but no one would ever know the different. The beauty of his face distracted most of the students anyway. They gawked and gaped at Kise's natural beauty and some even had the nerve to come up to him and say things. The culture shock had been huge for Kise and a simple 'Hi' back in Japan would translate to a 'Oh my god you are so beautiful, are you a foreigner? Where did you come from? What are you here for?".

The blond quickly made his way past the students and out into the courtyard of his school, walking briskly to the student parking lot. The campus was mildly crowded, only a couple of students stood here and there; most likely the ones attending certain clubs and waiting for their practice to start. Kise ignored some of the girls that were gazing at him and held the feeling to throw up as he glanced at his watch. He groaned loudly as he read the time, 3:28. He didn't want to be late or else he would have to walk home.

Rushing past the sloth-like students and making his way to a white Kia Optima that sat on the opposite side of the parking lot, Kise called out to his recent best friend that he had made since moving to America.

"Hey! Kuroko!" Kise waved, hoping his friend would notice him before getting in the car and driving off. Kuroko smiled softly at the larger male as they greeted each other with a handshake before Kise threw his backpack into the trunk. The blond was truly glad that he had met someone he got along with nicely at his new school. Kuroko was a quiet soul that usually avoided drama and big crowds; which was right up Kise's alley. Even though Kise was a big time model back in Japan, he didn't feel comfortable with the type of attention he could attract in America. Let's just say that American's are a lot more, open, about their confrontations.

"You're seriously still going to call me by my last name, Ryouta?" Kuroko chuckled while putting the key in ignition, starting the car and turning the AC on. Kise laughed and scratched the back of his neck, feeling some sweat droplets forming there. The summer was truly no joke in California and he had hoped to grab a water bottle on the way to the car. He settled himself into his seat before strapping up stretching his legs out. The blond yawned, the day had been long and tiresome and he just wanted to go home and sleep.

"I'm sorry. I can't drop all my Japanese traditions you know!" Kise laughed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. He checked to see if he had any messages and upon noticing that he didn't, closed his phone and leaned his head into the car seat.

"What made you so late anyways? I was seriously about to leave you know." Kuroko asked, slowly pulling out of the student parking lot and leaving the school grounds behind. Kise closed his eyes and sank further into the seat, knowing that his friend wasn't seriously upset.

"Mr. Garrison said I'll be sharing a textbook with some other student in his class. He acts as if the textbook is a heart of gold and I have to respect it and the person I'm sharing it with." Kise rolled his eyes and huffed sarcastically, noting that whenever he spoke fluent English and had well pronunciation, Kuroko would smile and shake his head; trying to tease him in some sort of way.

"Damn you and your English. So who's this angel that you have to get along with huh?" Kuroko said as he sped up to a green traffic light. However, the light quickly changed from green to yellow and Kuroko suddenly smashed on the breaks when he heard the response he got from his exhausted friend in the passenger seat.

"Daiki Aomine." Kise said indifferently, feeling rather relaxed with the cold air blowing directly on his face, but the feeling only lasted a moment as he was almost lounged forward, thanking the heavens that he had put his seatbelt on. His heart almost jumped out of his chest and he looked around, realizing that everything was calm outside around them. He then looked at Kuroko and was about to tell him off when he saw the shock in his face.

"DAIKI AOMINE? TALL, DARK, MYSTERIOUS AOMINE?" Kuroko all but screamed as his voice begged for an answer from Kise. The blond's brows just furrowed in confusion at his friends random outburst.

"Y-yeah... What about him?" Kise asked, positioning himself back into his seat as the flash light turned green and the car started accelerating again. Kuroko shook his head and gripped the steering wheel tighter, the sound from his hands and the leather slowly being heard.

"I used to hang with him. But when we got into high school he changed... a lot. I would stay away from him if I were you." Kuroko stated as he pulled up to Kise's host parent's house. It was a small house off the Main Street that the school branched off of and honestly Kise would have no problem walking home; he just didn't want to. Besides, he enjoyed Kuroko's company. The blunette usually had tons of stories to tell him by the end of the day during their frequent—but short—car rides home. As Kise got out of the car and opened the trunk to reach for his bag, Kuroko rolled down the window and stuck his head out.

"Seriously. I would request a book change, immediately." Kuroko added, before waving and rolling the window back up. He drove off quickly and left a bewildered and confused Kise in its wake.

What was so bad about this guy?


Hello hi whats up whats crackin'. It's like 4am and I'm editing this to upload because I'm impatient and I can't wait until later to upload this. I just recently thought of this AU today and I was like "I HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT IT". I swear guys I'm falling deeper and deeper into AoKise hell. It's happening.

But yeah here's a crappy, short, not really detailed prologue of what this story will be about. Please let me know if you're interested in it or not; because if not then I can continue writing more for MTG. If you see any typos or something that looks off please tell me and I'll fix it ASAP.

-Cryle