punk rocker
I stumble onto campus, my shoes soaking and my toes frozen to the inside of my socks. The umbrella shudders in my fingers sending a fresh fall of rain across the perfectly dry building interior. Although I cuss at my struggle I manage to get the umbrella closed with a soft snap.
Finally the soft murmur of voices catches my attention. I turn from my struggle to find the lazy, blue-haired baboon from SM talking to the purple giant (is he really eating cake so early in the morning? It can't be healthy…), a bouncing blonde (definitely a supermodel and what's with that ear piercing?), a familiar candy-apple red-head with mismatched eyes (cute, in an 'I'll murder you' kind of way), a green haired guy wearing glasses (are those bandages around his fingers? Did he hurt himself? Should I call for help?) and finally my artic(summer, ice-cube, sky)-blue artist. For a moment all I can do is stare in awe, and shock, there's definitely some shock in there. The sheer eccentricity of the rainbow group steals my focus for a moment longer than necessary.
It takes me minutes to realise that my artist is talking to that buffoon Aomine-Somethingorother guy. Even longer for me to take in the absurdity of Kuroko's hair. To say he looks insane would be an understatement. Artic blue hair stands radically straight up; defying gravity with no shame, in what I can only assume is an attempt to look like a punk-rocker.
Prettiest punk rocker I've seen to date. I nearly slap myself for that thought.
I must have made a sound of self-disgust because the blue-eyed boy turns in my direction and cocks his head endearingly to the side. "Kagami-kun, good morning,"
"Hi," I grumble, my eyes skittering over the suddenly silent group, only to land on Kuroko once again. "You hair looks…nice,"
A small smile breaks over his face while the blonde bursts into enthusiastic laughter.
"Kuro-chin has fun bed-hair," The purple titan murmurs around a fork. Even from the distance separating us I have to turn my head up to see his face.
Bed-hair? I stare; it's rather adorable if not completely unfathomable – it should be against all rules of science.
The red head is glaring – I recognise him now! That kid from the park, the one that was laughing with Kuroko – wow, he's also in Uni? It somehow bothers me that I could mistake the kid as a high school student, especially with that glower. But thankfully those eyes are directed at the SM ass instead of me this time. "You should not have rushed him this morning, Daiki."
A scoff follows, "If I hadn't he'd still be sleeping."
Kuroko ignores the comments completely, instead pinning me with those beautiful eyes and the softest smile in existence – that's it, completely illegal to be this adorable. "Thank you, Kagami-kun, although I'm afraid I did not plan it to look this way."
I blush, "You don't say."