A/N: Yes, I am guilty and yes, I am not allowed to make any excuses! Sorry for updating late! I finished this a long time ago but didn't get to post it until now so sorry! Anyways, I made two versions of this: one where they know each other and one where they don't.

Fanboys-V1

'Hey everyone! Due to the success of my latest published book 'Miracle Wings', I am planning to spend my birthday with a fan! Please comment as to why I should spend my birthday with you! I'll go through your comments one by one and announce who the lucky fan is tomorrow! Thank you!'

'Kasamatsu-san, you are the love of my life-'

'I believe that I am superior to your other fans-'

'It's because I'm your number 1-'

'You'll regret if you don't choose me-'

Kasamatsu Yukio sighed dramatically.

The efforts of her fans are appreciated, but she just can't seem to find the perfect person. She doesn't exactly know what she's looking for, but it feels as though she won't find the person she wants anytime soon.

'Hi, Yukiochii~! I am a very very very very happy fanboy of yours! Please choose me, senpai~!'

The woman raised one eyebrow up.

"Who's this punk?"

Kasamatsu hovered her laptop's cursor over the username of the person who piqued her curiosity.

Anonymous... This little… why would he choose Anonymous as a username?

The coal-haired author was tempted to ignore the person, but curiosity got the best of her. The brunette opened the profile of the mysterious commenter, and she wasn't surprised at all to see that everything was almost blank. Zero friends, no groups, and only one liked page (which is hers, by the way). It meant that the person made the account just to comment on her post.

"Hm..." She tapped the side of her laptop slowly with her index finger, deep in thought.

At last, having made a decision, she announced via posting who she chose to celebrate her birthday with.

And it surely earned a hell lot of comments like: "Why would Yukiocchi trust someone with Anonymous as username?" and "If Yukiocchi dies, we will hunt that Anonymous guy down!".

Kasamatsu laughed a little bit. After a few minutes, she received a private message with the name of the place where they'll meet up, also with the description of what the person will wear tomorrow.

Senpai~!

The woman froze, and then giggled. She was hearing the brat in her head again. "Why would I remember him, of all people? Yes, it's not like I chose that person because he or she sounded like him…"

It can't be... It's just a coincidence.

"Senpaaaai~!"

Oh my goodness.

Kasamatsu couldn't believe her eyes. She entered the cafe Anonymous mentioned and the one calling and waving at her now was no other than the famous Kise Ryota, looking as glamorous as ever, wearing the fur coat and hat he mentioned in last night's message.

The woman wordlessly went to their table and bonked Kise's head.

"Senpaaai...!" The blonde cried with fake tears. "We haven't seen each other in months and the first thing you do is hit me in the head?!" He rubbed his head vigorously.

Kasamatsu rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up, pretty boy." She sat down and settled her bag to the side. "I had a feeling that it was you. Damn, Kise, I could hear you in my head last night!"

"Oooh, senpai, were you fantasizing?" Kise rested his chin on his palm, his face smug.

"What are you even talking about, I was so freaked out. So..." The writer took a sip of the drink that Kise ordered for her. "Why didn't you just call or text? It's not like I'm mean enough to not accept your invitation."

The golden-eyed boy pouted. "I want to make it clear to you that I'm a fan, too!" He opened his stylish bag and took out several books, Kasamatsu's books, and placed them on the table in a pile. "That's why I was super happy when you announced that you'll choose one lucky fan to be with you for a whole day because of the success of your latest book!" He gestured to the books. "Senpai, please sign all of these!"

Kasamatsu just sighed. "Yeah, yeah." She produced a marker from her bag and began signing the books. She was distracted by Kise's tapping of his feet, annoyingly so, so she shushed him. "And oh," the author pointed the tip of her marker to the golden-eyed man. "I told you to stop calling me senpai, right? Why are you still calling me that? We're already way past our high school years."

Kise grinned at her like a fool. "Mou, what's wrong with that? You will always be my senpai, senpai." The woman across him just rolled her eyes and afterwards pushed the pile of books to him. "Yeah, whatever. So do you have plans for today?"

The model's face showed pride and excitement. He was about to open his mouth when his phone suddenly rang. He excused himself and answered the phone while Kasamatsu stirred her drink with her straw.

"What? Oh no, no. I'm on break today. I told Manager Go about it and he said yes." Kise's face contorted into confusion, but when his eyes met with Kasamatsu, he smirked. "Why, you ask?"

"I have a certain someone to take out on a date, that's why."

What… The color of the pretty woman's face rivaled that of a ripened tomato. "You…!"

"So please don't bother me for the rest of the day; tell the others too! Bye!" Kise returned the phone back into his pocket and laughed at the ramblings and the blushing face of his senpai.

When Kise finally managed to stop laughing, he took the time to take in Kasamatsu's face. Even when flustered, she still looked as cool as ever, with her hair tied back in a ponytail and her beautiful face.

"You idiot!" The crying Kise almost stumbled when his senior kicked his back. They just lost a practice game to Seirin, and it was his first time losing.

But Kasamatsu looked more excited than sad.

"Stop crying!" Kasamatsu placed her hands on her hips. "And you've got some balls to say you've never lost before. I'll hit you! You'd better add the word "revenge" to that empty dictionary of yours!"

She grinned at him, and suddenly, the heavy feeling in his chest was washed away.

Kise smiled.

Yes, just like years ago.

"Yukiocchi…"

Kasamatsu froze when she felt a hand cover hers. She looked up and saw the genuine adoration on her friend's face.

"I'm glad that we got to meet again," Kise smiled. "Happy birthday, senpai."

The author was speechless for a few moments, but her lips finally tugged upwards into a smile. "Thank you…" She reached for Kise… and bonked his head with a book.

"Ouch! Senpai!"

Kasamatsu laughed.

"Mou…" Kise packed up his things and stood up, offering his now bent-arm to his friend. "Should we go now?"

The woman stood up, smiled, and wrapped her arm around Kise's.

"Sure."

END OF FANBOYS-V1

Fanboys-V2

Kasamatsu Yukio never liked sappy romance with happy endings; she was more of the tragedy and dark romance type of a writer. She wanted to convey to people that not all things go the way we want them to, and that not everything is worth waiting for. She didn't really have certain problems; it's just that her mind and heart worked best when she's writing those specific genres. Because of her writing prowess, many people admired her, her books catapulting her into fame and fortune. She also has a side job as an editor so she doesn't have any financial problems.

And for that, she was invited as a panelist to one of the most famous literary festivals in the country and possibly the whole world, and she didn't find it in herself to decline. She was granted the opportunity to sell some of her books at the book fair simultaneously held with the festival.

After a long day of giving discussions to different people, the panelists visited the book fair, and Kasamatsu was satisfied to see that many people took interest in her books once she looked at her booth.

Many people went to her for the book signing and picture taking. Kasamatsu enthusiastically entertained her fans to the best of her abilities, offering bright smiles and encouraging words. That's why she was beyond tired when the last of the people dispersed.

She looked at her watch and sighed. Still far from 9:00.

"Um, excuse me..." Someone tapped her on the shoulder. The writer looked around and saw a tall golden-haired man staring at her with sparkling eyes. Kasamatsu's eyes not-so-visibly narrowed at the sight of his sparkly jacket and tight-fitting jeans, but she didn't make a comment.

"Are you miss Kasamatsu Yukio?"

"Yes. Here for the book signing, too?" Kasamatsu produced her marker from her handbag once again. "Let me-"

"Oh my god, oh my god!"

Kasamatsu paused. The woman was surprised, shocked, to find the blonde man going into frenzy. "It's really Yukiocchi! Ah, shit, I can't control myself, gaaaaah!"

What the heck?

The golden-haired man in front of her looked like he was being exorcised of his evil demons. He was jumping up and down so hard that the people around them were now staring. Kasamatsu peeked at the people looking. They looked so amused that she could hear their unspoken 'goodluck's, much to her annoyance.

He's hardcore.

"Ah, dude?" The author raised her hands up in a defensive stance. She didn't want the man's craziness to rub on her.

"Oh my goodness! Okay, fuck..."

When the man calmed finally down, good heavens, he opened his backpack, his too stylish backpack and pulled out several books. "Please sign all of these~!" He said as he offered Kasamatsu a book.

"You know what, I've been a fan for years! I really like the way you write, Yukiocchi!" Kasamatsu not-so-visibly flinched, annoyed at the nickname her fan gave her. "They were always so dark, so powerful, so mysterious, so impactful! You know what, when I take a break from my pictorials," Woah. So he's some kind of model? "I pull out Yukiocchi's book and read and just get lost! It's like I'm transported to a different world!"

Kasamatsu just shook her head amusingly as Kise gave her another book to sign. "I really liked Tales of the Broken Doll the most! Do you still remember that? It's one of your earlier books, the one where a magician turned an abandoned doll into a human after hearing her silent plea. But then, the doll realized that it was better to just be a doll than to live in the cruel world as a human. She was betrayed and hurt many times and said that she should not have made that wish. It was amazing, Yukiocchi~! And then there's also this another story of yours, The Flowers by the Windowsill, it's-"

"Um..." The blonde stopped talking when his idol told him that she's already done signing all the books. He pouted, his eyes looking downcast all of a sudden.

Kasamatsu just smiled warmly.

"You know what..." The raven started, placing her hand on the goldenette's shoulders. "Since I never met a fan as... devoted as you, which makes me really happy, I won't really mind if you e-mail me and stuff."

The lost glimmer on the man's eyes reappeared, and he resembled a child so much, jumping up and down. Again. Seriously, isn't he getting embarrassed by all of this? "For real, Yukiocchi?! I could really do that?!"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Waaah! Yukiocchi, may I take a picture with you?!"

When the woman nodded, her fan settled beside her and took out his phone. Kasamatsu was positively in a good mood already, so she gave her signature smile, no, grin, as the phone clicked.

"Thank you very much, Yukiocchi! This is a dream come true!" The blonde said merrily, shaking Kasamatsu's hand. After the handshake, he gathered all his belongings and bade her goodbye before leaving.

"Wait! What's your name?" The author asked, looking at the man's back.

"Oh! I forgot!" He placed his palm over his chest. "Kise. My name's Kise Ryota, your #1 fan!"

Kasamatsu laughed. Kise Ryota, huh?

"What's wrong, Kasamatsu-san?" The author's officemate took in the sight of a Kasamatsu with dark circles under her eyes and a frown on her face as she checked in for the day. She looked like a zombie.

Kasamatsu sighed deeply as she plopped on her chair. "My friend won't stop texting and mailing me. I had to reply since he won't stop until I reply back."

"You could just block your friend or turn off your phone, you know?"

"Well..." The raven gave a grin. "It's not like I'm not having fun."

END OF FANBOYS-V2

A/N: Next Chapter:
Title: What is Love?
Characters: fem! Kuroko Tetsuya and Kagami Taiga

TIS' TIME FOR SOME ANGST, GUYS. ;D