Kasamatsu and the 7 Miracles
Chapter Two: The Basketball Club
Kasamatsu arrived early at school the next day, sitting at his desk and pulling out the book about the Prince. He flipped to the page he left off on and continued to read, finding it quite interesting despite how the idea is overused often. After about five minutes of quiet reading, one of the students entered. It was the guy who sat behind him, who had black hair and glasses.
His fellow third year and classmate sat in his seat behind him, a coy smile on his face. "Good morning, Kasamatsu." He greeted, resting his chin on his open palm.
Kasamatsu stopped reading, his classmate's voice echoing in his mind, "… Morning." He replied softly.
"I'm Imayoshi Shouichi, remember? Or were you not paying attention yesterday?" Imayoshi's voice made Kasamatsu twitch in anger, or rather, the things that he said did.
"I was paying attention." Kasamatsu muttered, clenching his hands into fists when Imayoshi hummed out uncertainly. "I was." He repeated.
"Hmm. I guess." Imayoshi shrugged. "Well, no matter." He quickly said, cutting off Kasamatsu as he stuffed his hands into his pockets once he stood, exiting the room. Kasamatsu watched him go, frowning at their (rather forced by Imayoshi) interaction.
A couple minutes later, Imayoshi came back. Kasamatsu ignored him for the most part, while Imayoshi did the same. The two did not say anything more to each other for the entire school day.
Once school had ended, Kasamatsu finally made his decision. The very decision he had had a mental battle with each and every time he thought about it. He is going to join the basketball club. That was it – there was no going back. Not now.
Kasamatsu passed by tons of students who were all eager to begin their first day of official club activities. They crowded around each other, talking animatedly as they all began to make their way to their club rooms. Once the hall was mostly cleared, Kasamatsu found himself standing in front of the board he had apparently stopped in front of the previous day.
Kasamatsu searched the board, seeing application forms for practically every sport and club except for the particular one he was looking for. With a frown, he turned and walked away, heading towards the office, unknowingly passing by a shorter boy with soft blue hair and eyes.
When the third year entered the office, he walked up to the front desk and briefly looked around the room. He looked back at the secretary who had yet to notice him, so Kasamatsu cleared his throat, finally catching her attention.
"Yes, what is it?" The woman asked, pushing her glasses up her nose as she stared at Kasamatsu questioningly.
"I- I was wondering…"
"Speak up, dear."
"I said: I was wondering if, uh – if there was a basketball club, or not…?" Kasamatsu trailed off, watching the secretary's facial expression morph from curiosity to confusion. She seemed to need to take a minute or two to actually think about the question, but once she came to a conclusion, she looked directly at Kasamatsu and said: "No, there isn't."
Hearing her voice laced with uncertainty caused Kasamatsu to frown. She shook her head, clearing her throat, "You may start one up, if you wish."
Kasamatsu thought about it for a moment, and then nodded. "I guess." He mumbled, lowering his gaze to his shoes for a moment as he thought about his decision and his old friends. "Yeah, I will."
"Okay, great. Of course, there are certain things you must do first. You need the proper amount of students necessary to compete, fill out all these forms and find a teacher who will be the supervisor for your new club. Then you can hand me all the forms back and all the information and I shall hand it to the principal to see if he approves of this club. Do you have any questions?"
"Um, no…" Kasamatsu shook his head, grabbing the papers from the woman. He looked over them briefly before nodding to himself. "Thanks." Kasamatsu thanked her softly. He turned and left, staring down at the forms in his hands.
'Where am I going to find members to join?'
'I need to come up with a way to find some people to join. Then I need to find an adviser for the basketball club…' Luckily, when Kasamatsu had gone to investigate the old gym and club-room/locker-room, he found most of the old equipment that was used by previous members. The storage that held everything was mostly covered in cobwebs and dust, so it all needed a good cleaning.
Kasamatsu sighed heavily, running his hand through his hair, wondering just where to start. The steel-blue eyed teen blew air out in annoyance, tapping his foot against the floor as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Maybe I should start with finding more members first…"
"I'll join!" Kasamatsu jumped from the voice that startled him from his musings. He turned and stared at the teen in front of him, who had black hair and appeared very familiar.
"Aren't you…" Kasamatsu tilted his head, feeling a bit curious but somewhat hesitant about the guy he saw the day prior.
"The guy from yesterday? Haha, yup!" The teenager smiled, putting his hands behind his head as he laughed. "Anyway, you're looking for members to join that basketball club you're starting up, right? I'll join, if you'll let me."
"I- I guess." Kasamatsu replied awkwardly, shifting through the many papers. He found a proper basketball club application form, and handed it to the slightly shorter boy.
"That's good. Oh, by the way, I'm Takao. Takao Kazunari, first year." Takao grinned rather cheekily up at Kasamatsu as he introduced himself. "You are?"
"Kasamatsu Yukio."
"You're a third year, right? I heard that from Imayoshi-san." Takao smiled, looking over the form in his hand. "You know, Sasamatsu-san, if you're looking for more members, I could always go ask Imayoshi-san."
"First of all, it is Kasamatsu-senpai. Second…" Kasamatsu fell silent, taking a moment to actually think about the last option. "Well, I – I could ask him myself." He stuttered out, putting the papers inside his bag.
"Ehh, if you insist, Kasamatsu-senpai. See you tomorrow!" With that, Takao waved his hand in a goodbye to Kasamatsu, turning to run down the clear and empty hallway.
Silence crept up and Kasamatsu found himself staring down the hall and breathed out in annoyance before he decided to head back home. Once he arrived home, Kasamatsu was greeted by his mother who was wearing her apron, signalling that she had already started making dinner. "Yukio, what took you so long?" She asked with hints of worry evident in her voice.
"I was at school." Kasamatsu replied.
"Oh? Did you make any friends?" His mother asked, a smile suddenly on her face.
"No. But… I will be joining a club…" Kasamatsu said, scratching his cheek at the bright and hopeful look his mother gave him.
"Really? That is great, sweetie." She hummed out, patting her son's shoulder. "Well, dinner will be ready within the next 30 minutes."
"Alright." Kasamatsu nodded, making his way up the stairs and into his room. He lay on his bed after putting his bag on his desk, and just started to drift into his thoughts about the first and second day of his third year in high school.
'This wasn't what I expected it to be like. I thought that I would have kept to myself, continuing on with the way of life I had become accustomed to. So much for that.' Kasamatsu was lost in his thoughts, very much so that had he been paying attention, he would not have walked straight into another person.
Kasamatsu nearly lost his balance, but quickly regained his composure. The black haired teenager glanced up at the one he walked into and made eye contact. "Sorry." He murmured with his voice almost non-existent as he directed his gaze away from those pine green eyes.
"Be careful. Next time be sure to watch where you are going." The green eyed student said rather coldly, staring down at Kasamatsu, the sunlight reflecting off of his glasses. Without another word, he turned and left.
Kasamatsu did not say anything further, despite wanting to. The only reason he did not say anything was because the boy he talked to had been wearing an armband that only those of the student council wore. So, not wanting to get into any trouble with them, he stayed silent.
Kasamatsu stood there for a few more seconds before deciding to head to class. The third year did not know if he should have been surprised or not, seeing that Imayoshi was currently sitting at his desk. Literally.
"That's my desk." Kasamatsu pointed out flatly, walking up next to his seat. Imayoshi did not seem to notice him – or be paying attention, for that matter – so Kasamatsu sighed irritably and pulled one of the forms out of his bag. The steel-blue eyed boy shoved the paper into his glasses-wearing boy's face. "Here. Takao said y- you would be interested."
"Hmn?" Imayoshi seemed to snap back, taking the form out of Kasamatsu's hand. He looked it over, a smirk forming on his face. "Takao, huh?"
"Yeah," Kasamatsu nodded, folding his arms over his chest. "Y- You don't have to join, though." He looked away, biting his lip as he wondered if he made the right decision to hand Imayoshi of all people a club application form.
"Ehh, don't shove a paper in my face and tell me to join, then tell me not to join." Imayoshi drawled out in a teasing way.
Kasamatsu sputtered, "I- I didn't tell you to- ju- just get out of my desk!" With the change of subject, the shorter of the two yanked the taller out of his seat and sat down hurriedly.
"Kasa-"
"Shut up."
"Alright – since you asked so nicely."
"… Idiot."
Lunch time rolled around faster than usual and soon enough, Kasamatsu found himself pinning up some basketball application forms up on the cork-board. He stared at the pieces of paper, finding that his thoughts started to drift back to the topic of how the basketball club was 'abolished' in the first place.
Kasamatsu thought it seemed odd that the secretary did not even understand (or know for that matter) what happened to it. The eighteen year old sighed and spun in his heel, heading towards the student council's room. With his thoughts all jumbled up inside his head, Kasamatsu descended the stairs quicker than usual, not paying any attention – and tripped.
Halfway down the second set of stairs, the black haired teenager fell forward into open air, throwing his arms out in front of him to break his fall. With his heart pounding inside his chest, Kasamatsu shut his eyes, waiting for the pain. Instead of crashing onto the cold, hard surface of the hallway, Kasamatsu instead collided into someone's open arms. The force, however, knocked them both to the ground.
After several seconds, a soft groan was what caused Kasamatsu to open his eyes. He blinked until his vision became clear and focused on the face mere inches away from his. The first thing Kasamatsu noticed were dark, ruby red eyes, shining from the afternoon sun cast in from the window across from them. The second thing was that the guy who caught him had some rather peculiar eyebrows…
Whispers from other students made Kasamatsu's cheeks burn from embarrassment, so he swiftly pushed himself up off the red-head and stuttered, "S- Sorry."
"It's okay, s- senpai. I saw you falling and I couldn't just let you face plant…" The red-head explained as he stood up right, appearing a good head or so taller than Kasamatsu. "I'm Kagami Taiga."
"… Kasamatsu Yukio." Kasamatsu responded with his own name, his embarrassment cause him to look anywhere other than the first year in front of him. Kasamatsu stood there awkwardly, hyper-aware of the stares and glanced they were receiving. "I'm going to go now." He whispered. Kagami nodded slowly, watching Kasamatsu disappear down the hallway.
Kasamatsu stopped in front of the student council's door, taking a moment to check the time he had left until lunch ended, and raised his hand to knock on the door. Just a few seconds later, the door opened, revealing the same green eyed, glasses-wearing boy from that very morning. "What?" The teenager asked in a slightly demanding tone.
"I just had a question, and I was wondering if your president would have the answer to it, or something…"
"Did you make an appointment?"
"Uh, no, I-"
"Shintarou, it is fine. Send him in." The chilling voice made Kasamatsu freeze momentarily, the door opening to reveal a darkly lit room. The only light source was coming from the cracks of the blinds on the windows, the streaks of sunlight seemingly illuminating the mismatched eyes of who Kasamatsu guessed was the student council president. "Sit."
Kasamatsu looked at the chairs stationed in front of the president's grand-looking desk and sat down with his heart beating fast and his body tense. With a dry mouth, Kasamatsu spoke, "I wanted to know whether or not you knew about why the basketball club, well… did not exist?" His question almost hovered in the air before the student council president reacted with a soft, amused noise in the back of his throat.
The red haired, mismatched eyed teenager had his hands linked in front of his face, covering the smirk that lay beneath. "I do know why," The president spoke, pushing himself up, "But why should I tell you that, Yukio-san?"
"How-" Kasamatsu stood up hastily, a feeling of unease flowing through his body, telling him to get out of the room.
The president had a bemused expression on his face as he approached the slightly taller teenager. "Akashi-" Midorima cut in, taking a step forward until Akashi held his hand up, stopping him.
"Yukio-san," Akashi addressed Kasamatsu once again, "You are quite the interesting person. You are quiet, reserved and one that not many will pay attention to. Sort of the opposite of me…" Akashi said in a low voice, his hand touching Kasamatsu's shoulder gently. "You see, I am in charge, powerful – even. People always respect me, most are even afraid of me… We are different, and I like that." The red and gold eyed student whispered the last part softly, his voice like velvet in Kasamatsu's ear. He pulled back, leaving his face inches away from Kasamatsu's.
Akashi ghosted his hand from the other's shoulder to grip the collar of his shirt with surprising strength, and leaned closer. He rose on the tips of his toes and placed a soft kiss on the older boy's lips. The kiss lasted a mere couple seconds before Kasamatsu pulled away almost instantly, his head spinning.
Kasamatsu put his hand to his lips, shocked. "Wh-" Before he could even get the beginning of his sentence out, a hard smack to the back of his head sent him falling to the ground, unconscious.
I TOLD YOU THERE'D BE KISSING. *shot*
On another note, a guest asked if they should know what Yamada-kun is, and I guess that you don't need to know, to understand the story. But, I'll just say it is a really awesome anime xD It is where I got this idea from, so yeah c: (And yes guest, Kasamatsu is my favorite *u* I'm glad to know there are others who love him, too~!)
~WinterAssassin~