Disclaimer: I do not own Slamdunk. I know that. This is just for formalities.. hehe.. Libre naman ang mangarap diba?
Coffeemaverick: well, he is kind of mean, but he will get meaner in his gangster years… but of course I'll provide some relief… mitsui is still the same mitsui even though he became like that right? That's all I'm gonna say.. hehe..
Simmic: heheheh… me too… hehehe… you can call it confidence… it's just a more better sounding word than arrogance… hehehe.. yes, that was what I was picturing out… but I still do agree that he also wanted his team to win…
Do You See Me?
It's morning. It's almost class. I fell asleep. While studying. And I have a quiz. Today. I'm going to fail.
I scanned over my notes memorizing a few key words here and there, skipping over unimportant ones, fast-forwarding through other topics. My hands skimmed the surface of its pages, the answers to potential questions barely sinking in.
"Morning." What happened to you this time? No time to be distracted. Where was I again? "Scapula, Humerus, Radius, Ulna…" a poke at my shoulders. "Deltoid." I stopped and lost my count. "Cranium, Hyoid, Clavicle…" a poke at my back. "Lattissimus Dorsi." I ignored that. "Carpals, Metacarpals, Phalanges…" a poke at my arm, "Bicep Brachii, Tricep Brachii…" I shut my notes and turned to face you. "Gluteus Maximus." You whistled. What are you doing? "Just studying." I went back to my notes and searched for the page I had closed before. I stopped in the middle of turning a page. Studying? I looked back at you. You were indeed, studying. This must be a bad sign.
"Mitsui-sempai." Haruko greeted. "For you." She got from her pocket a piece of paper and handed it to him. "What's this?" He asked, raising the letter in the air. "Please read it." Haruko bowed again before leaving the room.
You took a closer look at it, was just about to unfold it, when you noticed that I was no longer sitting at in my seat, but was standing behind you, trying to sneak a peak, that before I could even catch a glimpse of any letter you folded it on its creases and tossed it inside your bag, zipping it close in front of me.
I was supposed to hide my interest by going back to my seat and opening my notes again, when the bell rang and you packed up your things, went on to your own class. No sooner than you disappeared into the hallway did our teacher enter the room, ordering us to close our books, empty our tables, keep everything out of sight, only holding in our hands something to write with.
A wave of nervousness washed over me I could not help but tap my pen, repeatedly, but it became unnervingly quiet, that was when I realized all eyes were on me as I slowly tapped the pen to a stop. Then the test was handed out. Wish me luck.
the talk of the story… what's inside the letter? Personally, I didn't put anything in there… there is something… but I haven't written it yet… because I won't be putting it… what's more important is the reason behind it… hehehe.. and that I do have… more clues in the next chapter.. hehehe.. the case is going hot again.. heheh..
