Haha. Just wana get this over and done with before I start hitting the books and not go online for a long, long, long time...
Firstly, thank you for all the reviews! Appreciate it! And are they really Sendoh and Fujii? Or could he be Rukawa? Or is she Haruko? Hmm. Maybe, just maybe, he could be Koshino...
Well, I'm still not telling.
Slam Dunk is not mine.
Strangers Like Us #3
She took a deep breath to calm her rapidly beating heart. Closing her eyes, she welcomed the warm water to wash away her tiredness. Yet, she shivered. Slowly, she blew out her breath, then dunked her head under the furious jets of warm water from the showerhead. She sighed blissfully.
After soaking herself for fifteen minutes, she finally turned the shower off and opened the sliding shower screen. She grabbed a towel from the nearby rack and covered herself. The bathroom mirror caught her eye.
Does he really love me? Someone whom he had never met before? He had never seen her before, had never even heard her own voice. It seemed rather foolish and unrealistic, yet, maybe, just maybe, this is fate.
But would he change his mind after he sees me? She briefly scanned the image of herself in the mirror. Chin-length brown hair, almond-shaped eyes, small, thin lips. She looked... ordinary. Her breasts... well, they are there, but they are not big enough for her liking. And her not-so-flat stomach... She sighed. Basically, she is just a typical teenage girl with raging hormones and waiting for the day her womanly curves will arrive. If it arrives.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall. Please lie and show me what I want to be like," she said softly, her right hand gently caressing the cool surface of the mirror. She looked intently at the mirror for a second, and then wiped away the layer of mist covering the mirror (due to her warm shower).
She looked away from the (stupid) mirror and walked into her bedroom. She opened her wardrobe and took out a pink T-shirt and blue shorts and put it on. Sitting in front of her dressing table, she took her soft-bristled brush. She brushed it lightly through her copper-toned hair absent-mindedly.
Her mind wandered back to their recent conversation...
CheekyBoy: I'm sorry if my 'love confession' scared you. I just had to... you know...
FujiFilM: No, I don't.
CheekyBoy: I just had to know where I stand and what sort of relationship we are in.
FujiFilM: Well, ever since that day, I definitely do not consider you as just a friend.
CheekyBoy: I'm sorry. It felt wrong to just lock away these feelings. You never know where it might lead unless you try, right?
FujiFilM: I guess you are right.
CheekyBoy: Of course I'm right.
FujiFilM: Cheeky. You know, frankly, I'm really starting to like you a lot too.
CheekyBoy: Really? Wow! That's great!
FujiFilM: I really want to meet you. I imagine you as someone who is tall, tanned and has well-developed muscles.
CheekyBoy: Yea? I imagine you as a girl with shoulder length hair, average height and will always have a smile on that cute face of yours.
FujiFilM: I might not be the girl you just described.
CheekyBoy: I might not be the guy either.
FujiFilM: Can you at least tell me your name? Or your school?
CheekyBoy: Well, I'm from Ryonan High.
CheekyBoy: My name is A...
She tried to recall. She tried very hard. After that last sentence, her phone had rung. Her best friend needed some help and she had immediately shut down the computer without any last look at his reply. She regretted it now. She could only remember that his name starts with 'A'. A guy's name that starts with A from Ryonan High who is in their basketball club. Could it be... Their ace? Akira Sendoh? Had she been chatting with Akira Sendoh all this while? And, he's in love with her? With HER?
She shook her head. Impossible. She wanted to ask him again what his name was, but she was afraid that he might get hurt that she had not been paying attention. But... who else could it be?
She remembered watching him play during the practice match against Shohoku. How calmly he played against her school team. How his shots will always leave the spectators stunned for a few seconds, as though it was too marvelous, too perfect, that no words could describe it. She remembered her heart would always beat wildly against her ribs when he was in mid-air, about to dunk. Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
All this while, she had thought that it was just awe that made her heart jump whenever she thought of his plays. But now... she realized something. Had fate played a part in this too?
