Going back to school on a Monday is a horrible experience. I spent the whole weekend with Shogo, which means I did not do any of my homework. Normally this would not be a problem because most teachers didn't expect much out of me, but my beloved Japanese History teacher was on his man period and demanded to see me after class. "Haizawa, I have tolerated your behaviour up to this point, but it will not continue," Takeuchi-sensei started.
"Shira," I interjected, "My friends call me Shira, and we're buddies, right sensei?"
He scowled at me, "As your punishment, I'm appointing you as manager of the basketball team."
I felt like someone just stabbed me in the chest, "But sensei…"
"No buts, you're to report to the gym after school," he said firmly.
I walked out of the classroom with a shocked look on my face and turned to Rima, who was waiting for me. She looked at me concerned, "What's wrong, it couldn't have been that bad."
"He...he made me manager of the basketball team" I managed to stutter out.
She gave me a sympathetic look, "Here, let's get you some food; food always makes things better," she said guiding me to the cafeteria.
Lunch ended all too quickly and I very slowly made my way to the gym. "Shira, you're late," sensei yelled at me as I entered the gym.
"Shira?" I questioned him.
He smiled at me, "We're buddies right?"
I looked at him as he laughed, "You are a sadist, sensei."
He then yelled at the players to line up and introduce themselves. There was Yuki, a guy who I couldn't understand a word he was saying but his eyebrow game was strong, Koji, Moriyama, and Nakamura; who I have already nicknamed hipster-chan. Takeuchi sensei glared at me to introduce myself. I sighed, "I'm Haizawa Shirahime, but just call me Shira. I know nothing about basketball and am here against my will, please take care of me blah blah blah blah blah."
"That was a wonderful introduction," sensei said sarcastically.
"I know, it was beautiful; almost brought a tear to my eye," I replied.
"If I may ask coach, as Shira said, she knows nothing about basketball; why are you making her our manager?" Kasamatsu asked.
"One, this is her punishment. Two, she's currently the only female you can talk to as captain. Three, she hates Kise, which means she's not going to fangirl over him and distract the team," sensei responded.
Kasamatsu nodded in understanding. I guess I could understand the appeal of having me as a manager, it wasn't like Kaijo had a lack of girls wanting to be theirs, if anything it was the opposite.
With that they resumed practicing and I sat down and was forced to do my homework by Takeuchi sensei. He was no longer my beloved sensei, he was now sadist sensei.
A little while after practice started Kise went up to the coach and asked, "Do you think I could get out of practice early coach?"
"Hmm, why, a job?" sadist sensei asked.
"I wanted to visit a former teammate, at Seirin," Kise replied.
Sensei narrowed his eyes, "You may, but only because we have a practice match against them soon."
Kise smiled, "Thank you sensei~, oh and do you mind if I take Haizawa senpai with me?"
"No," I answered him from across the gym.
"Sure," was sadist sensei's reply.
Kise jogged over to me, "Senpai, I really want you to go with me."
Giving him the dirtiest look I could muster, I asked, "Why?"
Kise rubbed the back of his head and looked down, "Because I need to have a really important conversation, and if I have a girl next to me, my fangirls might leave me alone."
I was about to decline when sensei shouted at us to go already. We started walking to the back of the gym, "I'm going to go change," Kise told me.
"Okay," I said, continuing on walking with him.
He stopped, "You can't come with me senpai."
I cocked my head, "Why?"
He blushed furiously, "Because that's embarrassing!"
I looked at him and frowned, "What are you, like eight?"
"Whatever, I'm going ahead to the station," I said before he could respond.
I made my way to the station, got myself a cookie because I felt I deserved it after the day I had, and boarded the next train to Tokyo. The blonde bimbo rushed in just as the door was about to close and smiled when he saw me. I cringed when he sat down next to me and started making idle conversation. I just nodded reluctantly and munched away at my cookie, and I thought I talked too much.
We got to Seirin without much of a problem, and I promptly abandoned Kise to find the gym by myself. I had come here partially for my own reasons. Walking into the gym I said, "Hey there, hope I'm not interrupting anything."
The players stopped practicing and looked at me. "Hello, Shira-kun," a certain player greeted me.
I smiled, hugging him, and saying, "There's my baby panda."
I looked around, "I guess Te-chan isn't out of the hospital yet."
A guy with glasses looked slightly shocked at my statement, "How do you know Kiyoshi?" he asked.
A little history lesson kids, as well as being a close friend of Shogo aka Thug-chan, I am also a dear friend of the infamous Bad Boy, Hanamiya Makoto. Over the years, our small, but fearsome squad has instilled fear into many a high schooler's heart. I knew most of the basketball players that were at Shoei, including Kiyoshi Teppei. Come to think of it, I know a lot of basketball people given the fact that I am not athletic in any sense.
Before I could respond to four eyes though, there was a commotion at the door of the gym. I could tell it was Kise by the cluster of girls surrounding the vicinity. He took about ten minutes to sign autographs before the girls dissipated and he came over. "Senpai, you left me," Kise whined.
"Never said I was staying with you," I replied quickly.
He saw that I was draped around Kuroko, "Senpai, do you know Kurokocchi?"
"Yeah," I responded nonchalantly.
"Ehhh, how?" he asked.
"You do recall that I went to the same Junior High as you right, you potato with eyes," I said in a snippy tone.
Kise whined some more about how I was being mean to him again and I tuned him out for a while until I heard him ask Seirin to give Kuroko to him. I started listening to their conversation after that, hoping that there was some homoerotic subtext going on. I got sick and tired of listening to it after a while and grabbed Kise by the tie, saying, "Blondie, get it through your head, Kuroko is not in love with you, he's committed to that hot redhead, lets go."
Despite Kise's protests, I gave my sweet panda a kiss on the head goodbye, and dragged the depressed model away.
Walking to go back home, I heard sniffling beside me, "Kurokocchi's so mean."
"I'm not buying it, so stop pretending to be upset, you're not getting any sympathy from me," I said plainly.
This is one of the main reasons I don't like Kise or people like him. I'm an extremely honest person, you get the truth good or bad from me. People like Kise, who sugarcoat everything and manipulate others to try and get reactions from them are the type of people I hate the most. The rest of the trip was made in silence.