After Akagi and the two Shoyo's members were done; it was the Kainan team's turn. Maki, as the confident and proud captain as he was, led the way, and Jin and Kiyota followed him like his own personal entourage.
As they entered the room, the nurse gestured them to the chairs on the side of the room.
She surveyed them again. Maki was sitting to the right, his elbows on his thighs and fingers laced to support his chin, talking to his team mates. His well-tanned skin shimmered golden in the morning sun, and his broad shoulders were obvious for all to see. Jin had both his hands behind his head, his doe-eyes eyeing Maki and his lips twirled into a light smile, and Kiyota was yapping about something, both his hands moving frantically.
Gees, they were good looking too!
Maki thought he saw a glint of mischief in the nurse's eyes as he walked towards her for the blood test, but he said nothing. He also thought the draw of blood was more painful than what he would usually experience.
'Maybe she is new in this.' He thought to himself.
Jin and Kiyota had the identical experience, and thought the same.
Mitsui and Sakuragi were bickering when they entered the clinic.
One being an ex-gangster and the other a leader of the group of high school thugs, they both had the bad boys air around them.
They each had the confident smirk on their faces. The nurse actually liked that, secretly, a lot. Thus she handled them with more care, worrying that any false move would land a punch on her head, or her cheek, or her chin. Not that it mattered, all of them would hurt, she was sure about that.
So, unlike the others, the clinic experience of Mitsui and Sakuragi was rather pleasant.
When it was Sendoh's and Rukawa's turn, they entered the room together.
The nurse looked at them. Not as pretty as the one who came in with the first group, but these two were probably the most handsome among all of them, she thought.
The guy at the front, the tall one with the black, bushy hair, had sharp cold eyes matched with his unusually fair skin, like he never saw sunlight. His eyes, framed with jet black long lashes that all the cosmetic companies had tried to market, had a quiet intensity in them. He didn't smile, merely nodded to acknowledge her presence.
The one behind him was slightly taller, with black, upright hair, wore an absentminded smile. He was a tad bulkier than the former, with broad shoulders; and his strong eyebrows framed his elongated eyes. He smiled politely at her.
All the doubts in her mind now were gone. She was certain now, that one of the criteria of the All Star Team was definitely drop dead gorgeous good looks.
She hated them! Hated all of them!
She was almost trembling with rage, 'How unfair could this world be? These good looking young men, they probably think they are God's gift to women! Damn them! All of them!'
Well, the truth be told, these young men were more like God's gift to basketball, but she didn't know better.
She made up her mind to do something terrible to them.
But she also still couldn't take her mind off the tall, stocky young man that came in first.