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When Sayuri entered the school, the hallways were already crowded with noisy students, much to her dismay.
In her old school, back in the countryside, Sayuri used to always come in early.
One of the many upsides being to avoid the crowd so that wouldn't have to deal with people pushing and shoving her around like a rag doll.
As if on cue, a body bumped into her from behind, jolting her ahead and thus, losing hold of her textbooks. The girl could feel the frustration building up inside of her as she bent down to retrieve her books, her dark hair falling in ringlets around her oval face. Here we go again...
"My bad."
The books momentarily forgotten, Sayuri's head whipped around, only to come face to face with a boy and pair of heterochromatic eyes. One red and one amber, much like her own. A mop of red hair also complimented his porcelain skin.
She was intimidated, to say the least.
The boy knelt down and started gathering Sayuri's scattered books as she watched, unable to detach her eyes from the redhead.
For god's sake, he was like eye candy, perfect in every single way. Sayuri couldn't help but keep feasting her eyes on him.
Woah, is he for real? How can someone look so...perfect?
The stranger finished stacking up the daydreaming girl's books and handed them back to her in one swift motion. Sayuri snapped out of her daze and took the books gratefully. Brushing herself off the ground, she gave him yet another once-over, noticing that practically everything about the guy radiated superiority and noblesse.
He opened his mouth to speak, his words flowing in smooth motions, "Please be careful."
Sayuri met the mysterious boy's steely gaze head on (a feat she regretted later on..) and clutched her books tightly to her chest.
She opened her mouth, "I-I will." After debating whether or not she should say the rest, the girl just thought 'screw it' and added, "Thank you, stranger."
His reply was curt and irritated.
"My name isn't stranger." he answered, watching Sayuri carefully, like a predator examining his prey. Only the prey wasn't supposed to know, and they wouldn't know.
"Then what is your name then?" asked the exasperated girl, getting tired of all the staring. It was quite weird, too. Her thoughts were met with the boy's silent ignorance. Oh boy, how she hated being ignored. Her mother had done enough of that to both Tsuyoshi and her in their childhood, she sure as hell didn't need anymore.
Sayuri knew she was fuming.
Steam was probably pulsing out of her ears, and head.
She didn't know.
She didn't care.
The redhead turned back around, "You aren't handicapped."
Sayuri brought her questioning eyes upon his, of course she wasn't handicapped. One with eyes could easily see that. His eyes stared back blankly, devoid of any emotion, or if they did bear any at all, they were hidden quite well.
"In that case, you should learn to pick up what belongs to you, by yourself."
Sayuri watched the redhead's retreating form with wide eyes, the stack books forgotten beside her. His uniform blended in with others. Soon, she lost sight of him.
Who is he?
The question lingered in her mind.
Maths, History, Science.
Three more classes until she could leave this hell hole.
Luckily for Sayuri, it was currently lunch time. Grabbing her bento, she decided to head up to the roof. She used to always eat up there at her old school too since after eating, she had the option to take a peaceful, noise-free nap.
Hopefully nobody's up there already, Sayuri thought, going through the possibilities in her head. The library was an option too, though eating lunch their was probably prohibited. Whatever, she'd sneak it in anyways.
The girl pushed open the door and stepped out into the open. The wind making her dark hair fly around like mosquitoes, which annoyed Sayuri to no end.
Hm, looks like nobody's up h-
"Aah. Can't we ever have a fangirl-free lunch?"
Sayuri looked up, surprised to see a tanned bluenette perched on the highest part of the roof, accompanied by a blonde and a purple haired guy (purplette?) munching
on some chips.
"Aww come on Aominecchi! She'll leave if we just give her an autograph!" the blonde exclaimed cheerily, "Hey, you! Whose's do you want?"
The confused girl set down her lunch and blinked repeatedly, having no clue about what he was saying.
Autograph?
Aomine..cchi..?
She rid her head of these thoughts, "I..don't want an autograph..."
The blonde's everlasting smile froze for a second before coming back to life, "That's alright! Do you want a picture then?" he asked, practically shoving a picture of him into Sayuri's face. The latter swatted it away on insticnct.
"Uh, I don't-
"What do you want then? Bratty fangirl..." Aomine grumbled, glaring two holes into Sayuri's head. The girl's brow twitched as she struggled to contain her anger building up by the minute. Finally, she gave up.
And exploded.
"First off." Sayuri marched over to Aomine, "I am not bratty or a fan of either one of you for that matter." A hard poke was aimed at the bluenette's chest as the irritated girl growled at the three guys. She carried on, "If the likes of you even do posess fangirls, I'd feel pretty sorry for them."
Sayuri held up her bento in her left hand.
"Second of all, I was heading up here because I wanted to have lunch!" she rudely pointed at the bakatrio, causing them all to suddenly find their shoes the most interesting thing in the whole word and look down guiltily.
No words were exchanged and a long silence ensued.
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Sayuri didn't back down as she kept shooting the three the worst glares she could muster up.
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Blondie was the first one to crack, unable to stand the awkward silence any further. He spoke up in a whiny voice.
Three pairs of eyes, blue, brown and amber, directed their gazes to his face, causing his words to die in his throat instantly.
"Mou~ Aominecchi, Murasakibaracchi and you!" the blonde gestured towards an unfazed Sayuri, the latter cocking an eyebrow in response, "Stop staring at me!"
Sayuri sighed as Aomine and the blonde started bickering back and forth, while Murasakibara chewed on his sweets, seemingly without a care in the whole world. The three seemed to have forgotten her presence - might as well make most of it and start with her lunch.
Sitting down crossed legged, Sayuri removed the lid from her bento, letting the sweet smell of tempura, onigiri, seaweed and many others reach her nose. Grabbing her chopsticks with her left hand, she clasped her palms together.
"Itadak-
Yes, unfortunately for Sayuri, the good smell of the food had reached the baka trio as well.
In an instant, the were all surrounding her, or more precisely : her food. Instinctively, she curled her hands around her bento, ready to defend the poor thing if there was a need.
"Woah, is that actually yakitori* ?" Aomine asked, gesturing to the left compartment, drool evident on the corner of his mouth. For the first time, Sayuri saw the ace without a bored look on his face. It was quite a sight, really. They get this excited over food..?
"Uwaa~ takoyaki* ! Ne ne, can I have one?" Kise pleaded, eyes shining like a kid's on Christmas day.
Sayuri watched in despair as each boy took out their own pairs of chopsticks and prepared to dig in, regardless of what she had to say.
No, Sayuri thought, my bento...Tsuyoshi..
"Itadakimasu!"
With that simple word, World War IV began, right in front of Sayuri's own eyes.
Tsukune* and Tonkatsu* flew around, some landing on the ground, some flying over the railing in search of their bright bright destiny of falling on one's head. A piece of grilled eel was launched through the air and came in contact with Sayuri's forehead with a loud 'splotch'. The piece of fish slipped down the latter's cheek before splattering all over the ground. However, the girl was still frozen in place, unable to process the situation.
Two words appeared in her mind:
Arrogant bastards.
"Aah ~ that was good...eto..." Kise trailed off, lying on his back, facing the sky. Aomine and Murasakibara also mirrored his actions. "...eto..what is your name?"
The girl fisted her hands in her skirt, "Shirokawa Sayuri." she replied, monotone. She was still having trouble believing what had happened prior to this. Thanks to the baka trio, she barely even ate 1/3 of her bento, let alone even touch her favorite unagi*.
Kise shifted around to meet Sayuri's dull eyes, what you would call a trademark business smile on his face.
"Well them, thanks for the meal, Shirokawacchi!" he gestured to himself, "My name is Kise Ryouta!"
Again with the "cchis", Sayuri thought, what is his issue?
Sighing loudly, she reached over and flicked Kise's forehead, causing a grunt of pain to emanate from the model, "Itai Shirocchi~"
A vein popped out on Sayuri's forehead. He's enjoying this, isn't he?
"Stop with the 'Shirokawacchis' and the 'Shirocchis'," Sayuri paused to think, "it makes my name sound weird...and would you kindly stop that?!" Another vein appeared on the girl's forehead as Kise chuckled uncomfortably.
Indeed, while the two conversed, Kise's hand started creeping up Sayuri's thigh, making the latter quite annoyed. Aomine lazily opened one eye to stare at Kise and opened his mouth, "I wouldn't go for her if I were you, Kise." the bluenette sealed his shut again, "Way too small boobs, no fun."
An 'angelic' smile tugged at Sayuri's lips. No fun? Oh I'll show you fun!
Kise noticed the deadly look that appeared on Sayuri's face and panicked instantly, "O-oi, Shirocchi.."
"Eh? Aominechin likes big boobs?" Murasakibara questioned, still munching on his chips. It was quite a wonder he hadn't gobbled up the wrapper as well in the process. Only a "Hm" was heard from Aomine.
Deciding it wasn't exactly a wise idea to unleash her anger on the rooftop, Sayuri gathered her bento and brushed herself off the ground. She executed a curt bow at the three.
"I'll be heading to class then, Kise-kun, Aomine-kun, Murasakibara-kun."
Aomine adressed her a nod while Murasakibara gave her a slight chip-style wave, "See you, Kawa-chin."
Kise scrambled to his feet. This girl really was a mystery to him. Had she already forgotten they had all their classes together? Looks like it can't be helped afterall.
"I'll be going with Shirocchi then!" the blonde model chirped, shouldering his jacket. The blank look on Sayuri's face threw him off more than was needed.
"You don't have to."
Woah, she really has forgotten afterall, Kise lamented to himself, scratching his blonde hair, "Shirokawacchi, we've been in the same classes since morning!" he grabbed Sayuri's shoulders and shook her around, "How could you not remember me...?
"Gomen."
Kise felt like his renowned pride had just been shattered into a million pieces. Sucking it up, he grabbed Sayuri's hand and started pulling her to the door, pouting the whole way."
"Ikou!"
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