Yawwwwn.
"Going to school is a drag..." Aomine commented scratching his head.
"Seriosly Aomine-kun, being lazy at the first day of school? At least look presentable, your shirt is wrinkled goodness!" Momoi nagged trying to fix his collar.
"Leave him be, Momoi. You're spoiling him like a child; you're focusing your attention to a guy that is hopeless even in the simplest things." Midorima said coldly.
"Oh shut up Midorima, who cares about what you think, and what the hell are you holding?!" Aomine pointed out to the potted plant Midorima was holding.
"It's my lucky item, you fool. You have nothing to do with it, and stay away from me, Oha-Asa told me tha—"
"KYAAAAA! It's him!" And he was cut off by a series of screaming, no, shrieking girls running towards the end of the hallway.
"What on earth..." The dark guy trailed the mob of girls but failed to see whatever it is they are getting excited about.
"Aomine-kun, what is the fuss about?" Momoi asked tiptoed trying to join the commotion.
"I can't...really see... tch, these girls are blocking my view!" He said angrily.
"Let's go, it's nothing we are needed for, class is going to start anyway." Midorima turned back to get to class. Aomine followed with a shrug and Momoi went back to her feet.
I wonder whatever this is all about.
After class, the trio went to the gym to resume their normal routines, and on their way they can't help but notice the hoard of girls rushing towards the third gym.
"I want to see too!" One girl screamed.
"I came here first, back in line, sister!" The other one repulsed.
"He's in! He's playing!" The rest shrieked.
And a riot of girls squeezed inside the gym entrance.
"What is it with these girls today?!" Aomine glared; annoyed with all the girly sounds he can hear from almost anywhere.
"They seem to be pertaining to a certain someone..." Midorima claimed pushing his black frames up his bridge.
"I've never heard a player from the third string to be this popular, must be someone new..." Momoi cupped her chin.
"Ohhh, Satsuki, you interested aren't ya? Don't tell me you're willing to risk your life just to take a look on that person?" Aomine snored.
"I-I am not interested! I don't care whoever that person is!" Momoi crossed her hands over her chest and pouted.
"Momoi, if you are occupied by this matter due to whatever reason, why don't you take a look for yourself, I'll tell Akashi you'll be late for a while." Midorima complied, somewhat teasing that young girl too.
Aomine burst into a hideous laughter. "Geez, Midorima, you made it sound so complicated! Gahahaha" He continued laughing patting Midorima on his back.
"Midorin shut up! Don't side with this Ahomine! I AM NOT INTERESTED! I'd not waste a single day of practice just to peek in some guy I don't know!" She stomped her way to the first gym leaving the two guys stunned.
"Ah, now she's mad, it's your fault Midorima." Aomine deadpanned.
"What? Why am I being accused here, you're the one who started ticking her off!" Midorima blurted.
"Well, it was fun..." Aomine laughed lightly.
Midorima only rolled his eyes at his companion's immaturity, How can even Momoi stand to be friends with this idiot.
A week later after the fangirls-on-rampage incident, Momoi was summoned by Akashi after class to discuss an important matter. Without any hesitation, she went straight to him after her last subject.
"Is Akashi-kun here?" Momoi asked one of the students going out from his classroom.
"Ah, yes, wait let me get him." The boy replied and went inside. "Akashi-san, someone's looking for you."
After a few seconds, Akashi came out with a few paper on his hand.
"Momoi, here." He handed out.
The girl examined the paper, it was an application form.
"Ryota Kise..." She stared at the information written on the sheet.
"A new member...?"
"Yes...He joined about two weeks ago..."
"And he'll be joining the first string already!?" Momoi said, startled. He's that good?!
"Yes, he's something...I had my eyes on the moment I saw him play..."
Momoi gulped hard. If Akashi's eyes decided that's this person's special, then he is special. It's Akashi-kun after all.
"Meet him later, and by the way, tell him, Kuroko Tetsuya will be his instructor." He added before giving her a small wave and went back inside.
Making me do all the work, eh, Bocchama? Momoi sighed.
Kise Ryota was an ordinary teenager. Just ordinary, nothing special about him, just gorgeous long lashes, bright golden eyes, perfect flowing blonde hair, the height that most average person would ever wish for, a built that is not suitable for someone his age, and an appeal that...kill the girls and have them dropping on their knees. Nothing special, right?
So, here he is, mopping the floors of the third gym. Not less than two weeks ago he signed up for the club, for entertainment, he thought. He wants competition, he's bored of posing for camera lens and signing autograph books, though modelling was actually his main source of income. So he tried it out, just a simple application form and he's in. Simple.
Dragging the mop, a pair of white sneakers stopped in front of him, a petite girl with pretty peach hair stood in front of him with a big smile.
Her eyes are sparkling? Don't tell me...another fangirl...
"You're Kise Ryota-kun, second year, right?" The girl asked.
"Ah...Yes? Who are you?" He tried to be cold; he is tired after all of being chased by girls all around campus.
"I'm Momoi Satsuki, the club manager..." His eyes widened. The club...manager? A girl? He stared at her from head to toe, nothing really appeals to him to say that she is the manager.
"Starting today, Kise-kun, please join practicing with the first string..." She added.
"Huh...O-of course!" He suddenly came back to his senses. He trailed the manager and whispers were heard across the room.
"Wow, Kise-kun got into the first string!"
"He just joined weeks ago!"
"No way..."
He smirked to himself. It's me after all.
While walking towards the first gym, he can't help but notice how Momoi doesn't acknowledge his presence. 99.99% of the girls he walks with would get flustered acting all excited at the thought of walking the same path with him. It looks like that 0.01% actually exists, and here she is Momoi Satsuki.
"So...uh...Momoi-san...you're a second year too?" He asked, acting all shy and all, he batted his eyelashes and gave her the Kise Smile as he named. A beam of sparkles metaphorically emanated from his face.
"Oh, yes." She answered short with a light smile.
At least she didn't deadpanned me.
But he won't just give up; he tried walking closer to the girl, as in, close proximity, their elbows almost touched.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." She apologized, moving away from the blonde prince.
She actually quickened her pace. He sighed.
So there really is a girl oblivious to my charms...?
He sighed once again, but this time, it seems that his irritating sigh caught the peach head's attention, causing her head to actually look at him, for the first time. And by looking, as in, staring, as if admiring how beautiful he is. He caught her glance and smiled at her, panicking, Momoi smiled back and turned back to her walking. A thought passed by her those seconds... He looks like a prince! He must be the one causing all those girls to act like wild gorillas! Momoi shook her head. No. I am not one of those crazy apes! I still have my pride as a woman!
Kise smiled to himself. At least he got her to look at him even for a short while.
Oblivious huh? There's still plenty of time...We'll see about that...
"Momoi...Satsuki." He whispered to himself.
A/N: Oh sheesh, two updates in a row? This is not me. Anyway, here we have the ohso beautiful Kise making his debut in this shitty fic. IMO, at one point in her life, Momoi actually thought of Kise as attractive, and surely Kise was proud of it. Gahaha.
I was already sleepy but then I forgot I have dishes to wash, so my sleepines was washed away together with the grease and everything else at our plates, if no one stops me I might write another one guuuh/raging sounds