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Warning/s: Unbeta'ed.
He was painfully bored.
Aomine yawned as he stared outside the classroom. It was only the third day of school and he already wanted to drop out and just sleep all day on his bed.
Or play Persona in his PSP.
He looked around and saw a bunch of students idly taking a nap; heads were down on their tables while some were almost, almost half way there (their heads were lolling up and down that he would have laughed if not for the severe boredom he was presently feeling). Seriously, studying Japanese History was the most perfect thing to do to anesthetize the mind. It didn't also help that the one teaching the dreary subject was no other Teacher Saki (as she would like to be called), a fifty-something floofy woman who had a grotesque affection for anything pink. She was a soft-spoken instructor and she didn't seem to mind that half of her students were openly sleeping in her class that day.
This sucks.
Aomine droopy eyes wandered again outside.
Then, a memory suddenly popped out in his mind.
It was a memory of a sapphire haired boy bowing while pushing his bike away.
"Thank you very much for helping me."
Aomine watched the colorless clouds in the sky moved slowly while the wind continued to lead them along.
I wonder what happened to him, he thought, yawning yet again. His eyes started to close slowly; drowsiness and lethargy were now gradually consuming his mind and thoughts.
Aomine didn't know that that particular boy he was just thinking a while ago was now standing outside his classroom together with a grouchy red haired lad who looked like he didn't want to be there at the moment.
After a few minutes, Teacher Saki called the two inside and introduced them to the class.
The crowd of inquisitive kids eyed the newcomers curiously. The two, after introducing themselves, were asked to sit at the back of the room where the remaining vacant chairs were located.
The girls muttered to each other excitedly as they stared at the tall red haired kid as he made his way at the back. He sat right next to the shorter boy who sat behind a tall and dark skinned lad whose face was flat on his desk, drooling.
"You'll gonna pay for this, Kuroko. Just you wait," the taller boy muttered, glaring menacingly at his childhood friend.
"Speak in Japanese, Kagami. You are not in America anymore," said the Kuroko. Kagami gritted his teeth in infuriation as Kuroko continued to stare straight-faced in front, not even sparing him a glance.
He didn't really know how this midget could do be so cold at times. And they were supposed to be childhood friend, huh?
Kagami just closed his eyes in irritation and sighed as he averted his eyes to the other side of the room.
The girls sitting at the back blinked flirtatiously at him.
Kagami's eyes twitched in uneasiness when some of them winked at him and squealed soundlessly.
He glanced at a nonchalant Kuroko sitting on his right and glowered at him. This evil young man had no idea what kind of maltreatment he was experiencing right now!
Kagami was startled when a crumpled piece of paper landed right on his desk.
What the hell is this?
He eyed it curiously and opened the crinkly paper.
Kagami instantly paled when he finished reading it.
And why not?
He had just earned his first flock of admirers in Seirin Shōgakkō, thanks to Kuroko Tetsuya.
DAMN YOU, KUROKO!
Omake:
Kuroko and Kagami were walking home when the latter dropped something on the ground.
It was a piece of paper.
Kuroko bent and picked it up, thinking it must be important to Kagami if the boy was keeping it with him.
"You dropped something, Kagami-kun – "
Kuroko halted when his eyes fell on the words written on the wrinkled paper. He didn't mean to read it, really. It was just that the paper was already opened for the entire world to see.
'I love you! Your red hair looks so fierce! I like it~~! Rawr!' It read.
When Kagami found out about it, it was already too late.
Kuroko had already read it several times.
Memorized it, even.
"AAAARGHHH! DO NOT READ IT!" Kagami shouted, sprinting to the shorter boy. He snatched the piece of paper away from Kuroko's prying eyes .
"What did you see?" he asked, petrified.
Kuroko blinked. "Everything. 'I love you. Your red hair looks so fierce. I like –".
Kagami shrieked as he began tearing the paper into hundreds of tiny pieces.
..
Kagami groggily sat on the toilet, yawning. He didn't get enough sleep last night thanks to Kuroko's constant pestering. He was about to get his toothbrush when he heard someone calling his name.
"Kagami-kun."
Blame it to his lack of sleep, he answered without thinking. "Yes...?"
"Rawr."
It was Kuroko, peeping through the slightly opened door of the bathroom.
For two weeks, Kagami suffered Kuroko's extra special bullying.
Author's Note: Thank you so much for those people who reviewed. :3 I'll be regularly updating this baby from now on. So, expect more chapters to come. Review and let me know what you think. Jaa na!