Rating: T
Genre: Drama, Humour
Characters: Marui Bunta, Niou Masaharu
Warning(s): None
Summary: The first time they met, they only felt disdain for the other. It just went downhill from there really. After all, first impressions are most lasting.
A/N: This is in reference to a headcanon I wrote on my tumblr a while back – in which I mentioned that Niou and Marui never got along in the beginning until after many momentous events.
First Impressions Are Most Lasting
It was during the orientation camp.
Marui was running late. A quick stop to the coffee shop for an espresso and a croissant, Marui was later seen dashing off to Rikkai University Junior High Department for his three day orientation camp. All because his heinous devil of an alarm clock had to run out of battery in the middle of the night, remaining stuck at the numbers: two, and ten.
The tip of the building came into view and Marui picked up the pace, his bag bumping against the back of his thighs as he ran. He sped across the grounds, heading straight into the first building he saw. Signboards directed him to the meeting area where Marui hopes still hold the group, he really didn't want to go on a wild goose chase around Rikkai University Junior High Department; it was a massive school.
Boisterous chatter filled his ears and Marui could sing 'Hallelujah". He skidded into the group and tried to blend in, keeping his pants to the minimum despite how fast his heart was racing, acting as if he had been there the entire time.
His espresso had long been cold in his hand but Marui paid it no mind, sipping it tenderly. He glanced around, hopeful for any familiar face in the crowd; he hadn't heard of any of his primary school friends entering Rikkaidai.
A horrid stench of body odour entered his nostrils and Marui grimaced, moving away as best he could in the crowd, drinking steadily from the Styrofoam cup as he did so.
Unfortunately for Marui, waking up late was not the least of his worries that day.
An unlucky step to the left saw Marui tripping over another student's foot. Marui's arms flailed around to regain his balance, and so did his espresso. The coffee shot out of the cup in a projectile motion; Marui watched in slow motion, his face distorting into utmost horror.
And because Marui was the most pitiful chap of the day, very much unaided by the sheer amount of people gathered together in a single spot, the espresso completed its projectile motion on the body of a very displeased male.
Silver strands of hair dripping with brown liquid, startling ice blue eyes, and a vicious snarl on his face, the boy looked very menacing indeed.
But what bothered Marui wasn't the fact that he had dumped coffee all over someone, nor the fact that the particular someone looked as if he was going to throttle him to death.
No. It was the striking silver hair that did it, really.
See, Marui had two younger siblings. He was used to having to fight for his parents' attention in the house. His own bright red hair gathered attention from schoolmates and strangers alike, and Marui basked in the attention, not something that came freely at home after all and Marui would take what he could get.
So now, being in the presence of someone else with hair colour as obnoxious as his…Marui was not pleased one bit.
Needless to say, for the silver haired boy, Niou Masaharu—he simply did not like the gaping red head who had dumped coffee all over him.
So you see, the first time Marui Bunta and Niou Masaharu met, they only felt disdain for the other. It just went downhill from there really. After all, first impressions are most lasting.
A/N: I love headcanons.