If you were to ask any student who attended Touou High School who Kei Sakamoto was, they would be able to tell you without skipping a beat. He was hard to miss, standing at almost 6 ft with light blonde hair, dark green eyes, a lean build and a handsome face, but that isn't why everybody knows him. Every student could probably tell you at least two stories about their screwball student council president, about how he flitted around the school with his tie over his shoulder and his glasses tilted to one side, or how everyone on campus unanimously agreed he had some kind of OCD, but he kept the school running smoothly to achieve his ultimate goal of making sure every student had a positive experience at Touou. They'd tell you that he was the most approachable person you'd ever meet and that you could come to him with any problem and he'd fix it, and that's why he had been given the role as president in his first year. And if you pried a little bit further, they'd tell you how in Kei's second year at Touou, he developed an unusual relationship with the self-centered, lazy, and grumpy Aomine Daiki.

Kei's POV:

"What's next on the agenda?" I asked the brown haired student council vice president sitting next to me.

"The complaints regarding the disciplinary committee," she replied handing me a folder.

"What are they claiming?" I asked taking the file from her hands.

"That the committee's punishing students they have a personal dislike for harsher than the others," she answered.

I flipped through the pages of quickly, "I'll review these tonight and render my decision tomorrow. If the complaints are valid I'm going to have to interview each member of the committee, so can you add that to tomorrow's schedule?"

"Yes," she said pulling out her phone.

"Thank you Kamiko, I don't know how I would survive without you," I said.

"I don't know how you would either, I'm the only thing keeping you alive at this point," she said sternly.

"Um, excuse me?" I heard a small voice ask after shyly opening the door.

I looked over and saw three girls in the doorway fidgeting under the pairs of eyes that had turned on them, "We can come back later, I'm sorry to intrude," the girl in the middle said quickly.

"Nonsense," I said getting up and walking over to them, "The student council is here for the students, so this is as much your room as it is ours."

"We really didn't mean to interrupt," the one to the right said softly.

I smiled warmly at her, "The happiness of students at Touou is my number one priority, so feel free to come to me at any time or place with your grievances," my eyes scanned all three of them, "I don't recall seeing any of you before."

"We're first years," the one to the left squeaked out.

I smiled widely, "That's great! Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Sakamoto Kei, the student council president, and I'm elated to serve you this year."

"You make this sound like a host club," Kamiko said from across the room.

I laughed, "You're too rigid, I'm just trying to make our new students feel comfortable," I turned back to the girls, "So, what do I owe the pleasure of having you three lovely ladies entering the council room?"

"Sakamoto-san," the girl in the middle started.

"Call me Kei," I interjected, "And speaking of names, I don't believe I know yours."

"I'm Mai," she said, "That's Maki," she said nodding to the girl on the right, "And that's Masa," she said nodding to the girl on the right.

"It's nice to meet you," I said.

"Kei-san," Mai said blushing, "I'm sorry to bother you about such a trivial matter, but we've been hearing rumors around school that Aomine Daiki isn't going to be allowed to play in official games due to insufficient grades, and we've been fans of him since middle school...I know it's stupid and you probably can't do anything about it…"

"Say no more, I'll do something about it," I reassured them.

She gave me a dumbstruck look before smiling, "Thank you Kei-san!" they all said before running out the door.

"There you go again, promising things you might not be able to deliver," Kamiko chided as I stuck my hands in my pockets and started whistling.

I swung around, "It's something I have to fix anyway. Aomine Daiki was a popular player in his middle school and now he's our basketball team's ace. That means that he probably already has a fan club, and everyone in school's going to be disappointed if he doesn't play. And he's supposedly a prodigy, so our team may not represent our school as well as it could with him," I smiled, "It shouldn't be too hard of a problem to solve, it's only a month into school, how bad can his grades be?"

"They're dismal, except for japanese history," Kamiko said.

"Well then," I said swinging back around, "We'll just get him the best tutor, there should be tons available this early into the year."

"That's already been tried," Kamiko said, "Katsunori-sensei approached me immediately after the school year started to set Aomine up with a tutor because he saw his middle school transcript, in the past month I've set him up with at least twenty tutors and he didn't show up to any of the appointments, so now no one wants to work with him, which isn't a surprise. Katsunori-sensei says he barely shows up to practice, so I guess he takes the same approach with basketball that he does with academics."

I clucked my tongue, "I guess I'm just going to have to deal with with this in person."

"What are you going to do?" Kamiko asked me.

"Don't worry, I got it," I answered walking out of the council room.

"Be back in a half an hour," she said poking her head out the door.

"Sure thing," I said waving my hand.

I hummed as I walked over to the gym, I was assaulted with greetings from students and teachers. A lot of people consider me a very personable and effective student council president, but I just tell them what they want to hear and fix all their problems for them. It's not like I'm some cruel hearted sociopath underneath, it's just that I learned a long time ago that people cooperate better if they're ego's being stroked. I don't have many talents outside of my organization and problem solving skills, so I take my position as student council president very seriously. It's my job to make the student body comfortable and happy, and I'll do anything to achieve that. "Good afternoon!" I said walking into the gym.

"Kei, it's nice to see you, how's your year been so far?" Katsunori-sensei asked.

"Good," I said walking up to him, "But I've been alerted that there may be an issue with your newly acquired ace and his eligibility to play."

"Yeah," he sighed, "Not that Aomine really cares, he's barely even motivated to play."

"Why?" I asked.

Katsunori-sensei started to fiddle with his hair, "He's unmotivated because he doesn't see the point in playing when he doesn't think anyone can beat him."

"Ah, the typical sports prodigy's backstory, you're either too good or not good enough," I said.

Katsunori-sensei gave me a weird look, "I've seen enough sports anime to tell, trust me on this," I said to him.

He let out a small chuckle, "You're an odd one Kei, but I would imagine that your presence means that you found a way to get Aomine's grades up."

"Of course, I don't want to step on your toes sensei, but let me handle this," I said.

"Go for it, I don't how to get through to that boy," he said.

"Well now that I have your blessing, which one is he?" I asked.

"The first years got their jerseys today, they got excited and decided to practice in them, all except for Aomine," he replied.

"Kousuke's wearing his jersey," I pointed out.

"Wakamatsu got excited too and put his jersey on as well," he explained.

"That sounds like him," I commented.

"Good luck," Katsunori-sensei said.

I looked at him as I walked backwards towards the court, "You do realize my name means lucky right? I got this," I said right before I tripped on a basketball.

"Still as coordinated as ever," a voice said in a sarcastic tone.

I looked at the black haired captain, "Still as sincere as ever," I shot back at him.

Imayoshi chuckled, "What brings you here today, Aomine I'm guessing?"

"That would be correct," I said.

"Captain, who's this?" a honey brown haired boy asked Imayoshi.

Imayoshi turned to him, "This is Kei, he's president of the student council."

The boy turned to me with frightened eyes, "S-s-orry Sakamoto senpai, I'm so sorry, I didn't know who you were, sorry, sorry."

"It's fine…" I said.

"SORRY! I'm Sakurai Ryou, sorry," he said introducing himself.

"It's nice to meet you Sakurai, just call me Kei," my eyes trailed down to his jersey, "I see you're number 9."

"Yeah," he said in a low voice.

"Nine is a nice number," I said lovingly.

"Oh god, here we go again," I heard Susa say in the background.

I ignored him, "I think it's a nice number too," Sakurai said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, sorry."
I smiled, "It's 3 squared."

"Yeah," he agreed with me.

"It's three times the three," I said.

"Yeah?" he said looking at Imayoshi.

"Three's the best number," I smiling to myself.

"You're weird Kei, and you're creeping out my first year," Imayoshi said.

I gave him an insulted look, "The kid just apologized to me twenty times in three sentences, let us be weird together."

Imayoshi laughed as Sakurai cringed, "Sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be sorry about being sorry, you're pretty interesting, I'd like to meet your family one day," I said.

"Weren't you looking for our other first year starter?" Imayoshi asked.

"Yeah, where is this ace I've been hearing so much about?" I asked.

"Over there," Imayoshi said nodding over to the back corner of the gym, "Chatting up a girl when he should be practicing."

"Great, thanks Imayoshi," I said walking over to Aomine, who had one girl pressed up against him and another looking on angrily at him.

Getting a look at him, it wasn't hard to believe why girls were flocking to him. His skin tone was sexy as hell, and that deep navy blue hair only made it worse. He was tall and those muscles, those muscles are inhuman. I bet he has great stamina. Wait. No. Bad Kei. We're not here to ogle the problematic first year, we're here to help him...forcefully if need be. "Aomine?" I said walking up to him.

He looked at me with an unimpressed expression before turning back to the girl, "I'm sorry about him," the pink haired girl with an angry look on her face said to me.

"It's okay, I wasn't expecting any less from what I've heard about him so far," I told her.

"What do you need him for?" she asked.

"Ah how rude of me, I'm Kei, the student council president. I'm here to try and sort out his grades," I answered her.

"I'm Momoi Satsuki, the basketball team's manager," she said.

"I take it you're a first year, I'd remember a face that's as pretty as yours," I said to her.

Momoi blushed and clutched her clipboard, "Yeah, I'm a first year."

It was at that moment that the girl close to Aomine jerked her head around and I recognized her, "Kei you're such a charmer," she said walking over and putting her hand on my arm.

"Yuka, I didn't realize it was you," I said taking a piece of her now blonde hair in my hands, "You dyed your hair?"

She giggled, "Yeah, do you like it?"

"I love it," I said smiling.

"So how was your break?" she asked twirling a piece of her hair.

"It was good," I said.

"You liar! I bet you stayed in your room the whole time and watched anime," she teased me.

I laughed, "That might be true."

She pressed up against me, "Well I'm glad you didn't get out too much and get a tan, you have the most beautiful complexion Kei, your skin's like cream."

"Hey you," Aomine suddenly said, "What the hell do you want with me?"

Oh god his voice is deep too. No. Focus Kei. Focus. "Kei senpai's here to help with your grades," Momoi answered for me.

"Oh," he smirked, "And how are you gonna do that?"

"Simple. I'm going to tutor you," I answered.

"Lucky," Yuka pouted to Aomine, "I wish I could get our busy president to tutor me privately."

"No you don't," I laughed, "I'm a pretty average student."

"If you're not smart, how do you think you're gonna teach me?" Aomine challenged me.

I smiled, "I'm not planning to turn you into a top scoring student if that's what you mean, all you need is a passing grade to play basketball right?"

"Tch," Aomine responded.

"How does tomorrow at lunch sound?" I asked.

"Whatever," Aomine grumbled, walking away from me.

"It's a date then!" I yelled after him.

"I'll try and get him to come, but I can't promise anything," Momoi said to me.

I looked at her, "Don't worry about a thing, he's not your responsibility for the next couple months, he's mine."

Aomine's POV:

I looked at the guy in front of me, he was tall, probably some washed out basketball player I didn't have time for, and he looked way too nice. Weak. I looked away from him and focused back on the chick that had her boobs pressed against my arm, "Aomine your arms are so hard, how long did you have to work out to get them that way?" she asked me.

"My workouts last for hours," I said smirking at her.

She giggled and my eyes flickered over to Satsuki and that irritating guy. Was she blushing? Who the fuck does he think he is? Yuka's eyes followed mine and seconds later I heard her go, "Kei, you're such a charmer."

In a blink of an eye she was attached to his arm and he was touching her hair. I really didn't like this guy. " I'm glad you didn't get out too much and get a tan, you have the most beautiful complexion Kei, your skin's like cream," I heard her say.

What the hell? This bitch was just pressing her chest into me talking about how sexy my skin tone was. Screw this guy, "Hey you, what the hell do you want with me?" I said.

He looked at me with a kind expression while Satsuki answered in a pissed off tone, "Kei senpai's here to help with your grades."

So he was one of those tutors, "Oh," I said condescendingly, "And how are you gonna do that?

"Simple, I'm going to tutor you," was his response.

I ground my teeth in annoyance. So he thought it was going to be that easy? "-I'm a pretty average student," I heard him say.

Then why the fuck was he here? "If you're not smart, then how do you think you're gonna teach me?" I scoffed.

He smiled at me, and I could tell it was a genuine one, not like the ones Imayoshi doles out. I was tempted to tell the guy to screw off and that we weren't friends, but he spoke before I could say it, "I'm not planning to turn you into a top scoring student if that's what you mean, all you need is a passing grade to play basketball right?"

That confused me, I was sure I had this guy sussed out as a dense blonde who didn't know his place. Now he was telling me that all he wanted to do was help me play basketball. Is he just messing with me? "Tch," was all I could manage to say.

"How does tomorrow at lunch sound?" he asked.

"Whatever," I said walking away.

"It's a date then!" he shouted after me.

You didn't even say where dumbass. Tch, not like I would actually show up, "Aomine!" I heard someone else call my name after I left the gym.

I heard a giggle next to me, "Don't walk so fast," Yuka said.

I glared at her, "Get lost, I don't like loose girls around me."

"Excuse me?" she said.

"You heard me," I said plainly, "Go wrap yourself around that other guy, or any guy in the school cause it doesn't seem like you're that picky."

"Look Aomine," she huffed, "You're attractive, but Kei's great boyfriend material. He's student council president, he's nice and attentive, he has a job, and he hasn't had a girlfriend since middle school, so I'm going to flirt with him any time I get the chance. As will any other girl that goes to this school."

She huffed one last time, "Have fun with him tomorrow, you get to be in a place any girl would kill for."

Kei's POV:

Kamiko tapped her fingers on the table in rapid succession as she glanced at the clock, "It's 1:20, he was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago."

I hummed happily, "I know that."

"Our lunch time is almost halfway finished, what are you going to do Mr. President?" she asked me.

"Hand me the phone," I asked her.

She took the classroom phone and punched in the number for the school intercom, "How did you know?" I asked her sweetly.

"I've been your vice president for a while now," she answered.

Once I got connected I said in a cheery voice, "Hello students of Touou High, this is your president speaking. I'm sorry to interrupt your lunch, but I'm searching for a missing student by the name of Aomine Daiki. To express how much I need to find him I've found it appropriate to serenade him," I cleared my throat, "It's a quarter after one, I'm alone and I need you now~ Said I wouldn't call but I've lost all control and I need you now~ And I don't know how I can do without~ I just need you now~"

I stopped singing and said into the phone, "Thank you all for putting up with that, and remember, if Aomine Daiki happens to be near you, please stare at him awkwardly until he goes to the student council room, it's a matter of life and death."

I hung up the phone, "It's a quarter after one and I'm gonna bet we're getting suspended," Kamiko said.

I laughed, "I doubt it, I think most teachers who've had him as a student are done with him at this point."

"You knew he wouldn't show up didn't you?" she asked.

I tilted back in my seat, "Of course, he didn't show up for any other tutors so why would I be any different?"

"You planned to use that song from the very beginning didn't you?" Kamiko said accusingly.

"Guilty," I said regretfully, "But can you blame me? It was too tempting."

"You can be quite juvenile at times ," Kamiko jabbed at me.

"Only when the situation calls for it of course," I said getting back to my paperwork.

Fifteen minutes later I heard a loud voice shout from down the hallway, "WHERE IS THAT BASTARD?"

"That'll be him," I said to Kamiko, "I'M IN HERE DEAR!" I yelled.

Aomine's POV:

I died a little inside as I heard the voice sing over the intercom. Sure I figured that guy would be a little more relentless than the others, but this? I didn't think he'd resort to something this embarrassing, and to himself no less. Except he wasn't embarrassing himself, everyone around me was giggling and saying, "Kei's so funny isn't he? I'm so glad we have a president like him."

And then came the staring, everyone's eyes turned on me and I stood up angrily from my desk. "Sakurai, where's the student council room?"

"T-t-wo rights and a left from the gym, sorry," he answered.

I stormed down the hallways until I reached the one Sakurai had told me about, problem was that he didn't tell me which room it is and I wasn't in the mood to politely check what was behind each door. "WHERE IS THAT BASTARD?" I yelled, earning looks from students passing by the hall.

"I'M IN HERE DEAR," I heard a couple seconds later.

I saw red as I stomped over to the door and slammed it open, "You," I seethed once I saw the blonde sitting at the table.

He smiled at me, "Just the person I was looking for! Let the authorities know this child has been found Kamiko!"

I walked over and slammed by hands on the table, "Give me one reason why I shouldn't pound my fist into your face?"

"Because the head of the disciplinary committee's due to be here for a meeting any moment," the brown haired girl next to Kei answered.

"Kamiko has all the answers, she's like my own Momoi," Kei smiled.

"What was the point of doing that when there's only ten minutes of lunch left?" I asked him, curling my fist into a ball.

He tilted his head and laughed, "To show you that you need to show up of course, and to give you this," he said pulling out a notebook.

"What's that?" I scowled.

"Sit," he said patting the seat next to him.

I grunted and begrudgingly sat down next to him. He slid the notebook over to me and said, "I outlined the important topics we need to go over and made a list of the materials you need to bring tomorrow."

I opened the notebook to see pages filled with different subjects and references, "You did all this?" I muttered the question.

He nodded. Damn I can't be mad at him now. "They're running late, it's not like them," I heard Kamiko comment.

"Who's running late?" Kei asked.

"The disciplinary committee you dimwit," I scoffed.

"Oh they're not coming," Kei said.

"Why?" Kamiko asked.

"Because I reviewed the reports and found them to be true, so I had Imayoshi straighten them out, you know how he's a people person," Kei said.

"You mean he's scary and threatening?" Kamiko asked.

"I like to think of it as he has mannerisms that convince people to do the right thing," Kei said.

"You could've let me know," Kamiko said bitterly.

He turned to me and my look of disbelief, "But it was such a good reason for "'someone"' not to beat me up," he said booping my nose.

"Don't touch me," I snapped at him.

"Are you mad because I didn't make the noise?" Kei laughed.

"Shut up," I growled.

I looked up when the bell rang and immediately went to go leave the room, taking the notebook with me, "Aomine," I heard Kei say.

I looked back at him, "The library, after school tomorrow okay?"

"Hmph," I grunted as I left. If he thought this was over he was far from right, I wasn't about to submit to anyone. The only one who can beat me is me.

Kei's POV:

"So Mr. President, what do we do now? The problematic child failed to appear in the library," Kamiko said.

"Of course he did," I said.

"And I suppose you knew this was going to happen too?" she asked me unconvinced.

"Yes, because yesterday was just the first battle in many that I am sure to come, and I don't take Aomine as the type of person to go down without a fight," I said.

"Isn't this taking up too much time? You should just give up on him," Kamiko said.

"I've only met one problem in my life that I couldn't fix and I'm not about to make Aomine Daiki my second," I replied.

She looked at me intently before replying, "You like this, you like him."

I smiled, "A little bit yeah."

"Is it because he's so different from someone like you, who deals with everyone's issues like his own?" she asked.

I tilted my chair back, "I suppose the thought of being that carefree is an attractive one."

"Not to the extent of him I hope, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'd much rather you the way you are now," Kamiko said.

"Aww, Kamiko, you really do love me," I laughed, "Pushing all that that aside, there will be a lot of people disappointed if Aomine doesn't get to play, so I'll do everything in my power to prevent that from happening."

"And you're sure you're not doing it to help the boy?" she asked, giving me a sideways glance.

"For someone who's dedicated enough time to something to be labeled as a prodigy and an ace, he seems lacking in passion," I contemplated.

"Well that's his problem not yours," she said.

"He's not fighting for it at all," I continued.

"Maybe he doesn't want to play basketball anymore," she said, "Either way, you need to stop putting pressure on yourself to help people or else you're going to have a stroke by the time you're thirty."

I grinned, "I'd love to take your advice, but I'm afraid I can't because without solving things I'd be completely devoid of personality."

"That's not true, you're a dork," she said.

I laughed and she sighed, "Look Kei, you're an extremely kindhearted person and most people can see that, hence they adore you, but Aomine? I don't think he's the type of person who can appreciate what you do for people, he probably thinks you're some weak willed twig."

I smiled and stood up, "Thanks for looking out for me Kamiko."

"Where are you going?" she asked me.

I grinned mischieviously, "What any good president would do during a war, I'm going to gather intel from a spy hidden deep behind enemy lines."

Said spy was a certain pink haired girl, who as the manager of the basketball team, would most definitely be in the gym. And in the gym she was, "Momoi," I called out to her.

She looked up and blushed, "Oh hi, Kei senpai."

"You can drop the honorific, we're nearly besties by now aren't we?" I said.

"We've only met each other once before," she laughed.

"So? That's all it takes for me to know if I like someone or not," I said.

She blushed and looked down at her clipboard, "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I need your help," I said.

"My help? With what?" she asked.

I laughed and rubbed the back of my head, "Aomine."

She frowned, "Did he not show up again? Do you want me to get him?"

"Relax," I said, "No he didn't, but I have a feeling after yesterday he has ensconced himself somewhere away from prying eyes, do you know a place like that?"

"The roof," Momoi said, "His favorite spot is the roof."

"Thanks," I said patting her on the head before heading out of the gym and around the building.

I climbed the ladder to the roof and lo and behold, Aomine was there. Sleeping. I chuckled softly to myself and walked over to him, bending down on my knees I poked his cheek, "Ao-mi-ne," I said, relishing in the fact there were three syllables in his name.

He groaned and swatted my hand away in his sleep. I bent down even further to blow in his ear and wake him up, but ended up yelping in surprise when he grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him. I struggled to get out of his grasp, but I was locked in an iron grip and the more I attempted to escape, the further he shoved my face into his chest. I gave up after a couple of minutes because I am weak, and I actually started to relax for the first time in weeks. Don't get me wrong, the fact that Aomine was warm, smelled good, and kept brushing his thumb up and down on my back was soothing, it was also the silence. The sun was shining but there was a breeze, and Aomine's thumb kept going up and down, up and down, up and down. I found myself falling asleep...until I heard the footsteps. As soon as I heard them climbing up the ladder I started to try and break free again, because even if I didn't get away in time, it would look less creepy than if I was curled up sleeping to him. "Kei?" I heard a familiar voice ask.

"Momoi," I said trying to crane my head upwards only to be shoved back into Aomine's chest by his hand.

"Remain calm," she said, "He does this a lot in his sleep, he sort of just grabs anyone who walks by."

"This is normal?" I asked.

"I think it's his unconscious telling him he needs to admit he likes cuddling," Momoi said.

I let out a muffled laugh, "See, I knew I liked you Momoi."

"Can you rotate so you're on your other side?" Momoi asked.

"Yeah," I said maneuvering myself so Aomine was basically spooning me.

"Just stay like that and you'll be fine," Momoi said.

"This doesn't feel fine," I replied.

Aomine's hand came over my hip and alongside the small dip in my waist, letting out a low moan in my ear, "This doesn't feel fine," I said with more urgency.

"Don't worry," she said.

Aomine's hand searched around my chest, "Flat," he mumbled in my ear before letting me go completely and turning on his other side.

I stood up quickly, "I am both offended and relieved."

Momoi gave out a faint laugh, "If there's one thing you can count on Dai-chan for it's for being a pervert, he usually doesn't hold onto guys that long though, it's just you're...umm..it's just that you're um...you have a nice body" she squeaked out.

"What about Tetsu," the now awake Aomine asked while yawning.

Momoi's eyes widened and she looked at me saying, "I'm sorry Kei, you're so sweet and handsome, but my heart belongs to another."

"What a shame," I laughed.

"What are you doing out here?" Momoi testily asked Aomine.

Aomine yawned, "I was reading one of Mai-chan's interviews and I fell asleep."

Momoi glared at the magazine laying next to him, "You're not even supposed to have those types of reading materials in school anyway."

Aomine grunted, "We have the student prez right here and he hasn't mentioned anything about it."

"You really aren't supposed to have that on campus," I chimed in.

Aomine smirked, "I'm not even sure you like girls Kei, I heard that you haven't had a girlfriend since middle school."

"Dai-chan stop it," Momoi chided him, "Kei's not gay, are you?" she said looking at me.

"Why does it matter, I thought your heart belonged to another," I laughed.

"My heart's curious right now," she said.

"I'm not gay," I said.

"Oh," she breathed.

"I'm bi."

Aomine's POV:

I woke up to Satsuki telling Kei he had a nice body. What the hell? She's only known him for three days. If I only knew one thing right now, it's that I didn't want Kei and Satsuki involved because I wanted Kei as far away as possible from me. "What about Tetsu?" I asked knowing it would get her back on track.

I gave myself a mental pat on the back when she started blubbering about how her heart belonged to him. But then she turned to me and I knew she was going to start digging into me about my mags. "We have the student prez right here and he hasn't mentioned anything about it," I said thinking as a fellow guy, Kei would back me up.

But he didn't, "I'm not even sure you like girls Kei, I heard that you haven't had a girlfriend since middle school," I said in retaliation. Take that.

I laughed as Satsuki freaked out and questioned him about it. Girls are so easy to work up, of course he's not- "I'm bi."

I choked on my own spit and coughed for two minutes straight, "Really?" I heard Satsuki ask him loudly. I never thought I'd be remotely right. It was a joke Kei.

"Yeah," Kei laughed it off like he did everything, like he just told her what he had for breakfast.

"So, so, have you had a boyfriend before?" Satsuki asked tentatively.

I stared at him with wide eyes, he smiled and said, "Yep, I had a pretty serious one last year, but he wanted to keep it quiet so only a few people knew."

I don't know what to say. I want to punch him, it was a joke. I unconsciously inched away from him and he sighed in exasperation, "What Aomine? You think just because I like guys too I'm going to hit on you?" he chuckled, "You're hot Aomine, but you're an asshole."

I was grateful for my dark skin because these two can't see how red my cheeks got. Thankfully my mouth kicked in and I smirked saying, "But you think I'm hot."

Kei laughed and then sighed, "How do you deal with him?" he asked Satsuki.

"Oi," I said.

"He's like a brother to me," she said.

"Oi, stop talking about me like I'm not here," I said more aggressively.

"You two have known each other a long time?" Kei asked.

"Yeah, we're neighbors so we grew up together," Satsuki answered.

"Ah, the sibling bond, I always wondered what it was like," he sighed.

"You're an only child?" Satsuki asked.

Kei nodded, "And I live alone now."

"You live alone!" Satsuki nearly yelled.

'Yeah, my parents work overseas, so I live in my own apartment," he answered.

"What's that like?" Satsuki asked.

"It's a lot of upkeep, but I actually got a new next door neighbor that's almost in the same situation, so I don't have a bunch of old people in my business," he laughed.

Kei's laugh would be annoying if he didn't put his whole self into it. His mouth opened up all the way and his eyes almost closed, and small tremors emerged all around his body. Cute. No. That's not the word. Admirable. Yeah, that's the one. "Dai-chan, you go to the library with Kei to study," Satsuki commanded me.

"Don't feel like it," I said leaning back on the ground and closed my eyes.

"DAI-" she started to shout, I opened one of my eyes to see Kei stop her with his hand and then lock eyes with me, "You win today Aomine, but tomorrow is another day," he said.

"Whatever," I snorted.

"See you around Momoi," I heard him say and then descend down the ladder.

"Dai-chan, I don't understand why you're giving him such a hard time," Satsuki sighed.

"Just cause," I grunted.

"Are you blushing?" she asked me.

"No," I said firmly.

"You are," she insisted.

"It's not because I like him or anything, just knowing someone like that finds me attractive is nice, it's the same reaction that I'd have if a hot girl said I was hot, don't be sexist Satsuki," I said.

"Okay, okay," she giggled, "Don't get so defensive, I think your crush is cute."

Shut up.

Aomine's POV:

"Kagami was disappointing"

That's what I said to Satsuki after my one on one with Kagami. I said it in a passive tone, but the rage inside me bubbled just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over. It got worse when we went back to the gym, I took some of Sakurai's lunch thinking it might help distract me. Chew. You shouldn't have gotten your hopes up. Swallow. You knew better, you knew he wasn't going to be able to hold a match to you, he'll give up like all the rest of them.

It wasn't working, I needed to get out of here and blow off some steam. I eyed one of my mags on the floor and picked it up saying, "This is what I came here for."

I was about to leave when Wakamatsu grabbed me by the collar, "You should be at practice regularly!" he screamed in my face.

I snapped, who does he think he's talking to? He could practice for the rest of his life and never be as good as I am right now. I kicked him sharply in the stomach, and made a point in telling him that. I picked up a basketball and dunked it so hard it broke the basket, telling them to bother me when they're better than me. I walked out of the gym seeing the last person I wanted to see. I looked at Kei's shocked expression. Where's your smile now?

Kei's POV:

I had walked to the gym because Momoi let me know that Aomine was back and I felt it was the perfect time to corner him. What I came upon however, was not what I expected. I stood in the doorway and watched Aomine knee Kousuke in the stomach and break a basketball hoop. He walked past me with a scowl, hitting my shoulder as he did so, "Kou, are you okay?" I asked the blonde clutching his stomach.

"Yeah," he said in a pained voice, "I'm fine, just stay away from him Kei."

I turned around to run after Aomine, "KEI!" I heard Kousuke yell after me.

"Aomine wait!" I shouted after the blue haired male that was speed walking away.

"What do you want?" he asked angrily.

"What do I want?" I repeated, "To talk to you about what just happened because apparently no one else will."

Aomine pushed me against the door of the library, "Look, when are you gonna get it? We're not friends."

"Good," I shot back, "Because I'm not feeling in a friendly chit chat kinda mood."

"Do you have no regard for anyone but yourself?!" I continued, "What the hell are you doing?"

"What I want," Aomine shouted back at me.

"Yeah that's exactly the problem, you just can't hit people in the stomach and break school property! WHO DO YOU THINK PAYS FOR THAT?! WHO DO YOU THINK SUFFERS NOW THAT YOUR TEAM CAN ONLY USE HALF A COURT UNTIL IT'S REPLACED?! HOW DO YOU THINK IT MAKES KATSUNORI-SENSEI LOOK WHEN HE CAN'T CONTROL HIS TEAM?!" I screamed until my voice went hoarse because the person standing in front of me was the physical representation of everything I was against.

"Tch, fuck off," he said bursting into the library.

I followed him, thanking whatever god made the librarian not be in there, "That's all you all you have to say?" I asked grabbing his elbow.

He pushed me off him roughly throwing me against a bookcase and pinning me tightly against the spines of the books. My glasses had fallen on the floor, but I saw blue, blue that I registered as Aomine's eyes. My breath hitched as my blurry vision amplified the feeling of Aomine's calloused fingers on my cheek. It felt like time was frozen before Aomine pushed me away again, although this time the bookcase didn't take too kindly to my 6 ft frame being shoved up against it and started to tip over. Time sped up again when I heard the high pitched scream on the other side of us.

Aomine's POV:

I regretted it the instant I pushed him away. Not because of the bookshelf tipping over, but because I missed the feel of his skin. I never realized how mesmerizing his emerald eyes were before, I understood now why he could get people to do what he wanted so easily. He was trying to understand, and that was comforting. He knew nothing, and that was also comforting. I clawed him as soon as I heard the girl scream, but he had already jumped around to push her out of the way.

I saw the girl fall to the floor next to me, and Kei emerged from the fallen bookcase with the side of his head bleeding. "Kei!" the girl shrieked running over to him, "We need to get you to the infirmary."

"The books," Kei mumbled.

The girl glared at me saying, "Aomine can take care of that."

She shuffled him out of the library and left me alone. I kicked the bookcase all the way to the floor. Fuck. As I put things back into place, my mind couldn't help but wander to him. Was he okay? Tch, how would I know? Like I said, we're not friends right? Fuck it Daiki, why the hell do have to screw everything up?

Kei's POV:

As I walked up to my apartment door, a sense of relief washed over me. Today had been...confusing at best, and the thought of curling up in my bed alone with nobody to bother me was soothing. I heard familiar heavy footsteps walk up the stairs behind me, "Hey," I greeted.

"Hey," a tired voice greeted me back.

I looked to the tall redhead next to me, "Long day?" I asked.

"You have no idea," he said.

"What happened here?" he asked, poking the bandage stuck on the side of my forehead.

I winced as it throbbed, "Long story."

I looked at his legs which were wrapped, "What happened?" I asked lightly kicking him.

He grimaced, "Long story."

I laughed, "I see, what a pair we make."

"Kei, did you ever try that pasta recipe I gave you?" he asked.

"Yeah, it was great," I said recalling the meal.

"Did I give you the sauce recipe to go with it?" he asked.

"No," I said.

"What? You've gotta try it, I was going to make it tonight because I'm not allowed to play basketball with my leg injury," he said.

I laughed, "You? Not play basketball? It must be a cold day in hell because that's all I've heard you talk about since we became neighbors, basketball this, basketball that."

He chuckled, "Did you want to come over and help me make the sauce, and keep me from going to the basketball court, because if I play again my coach is gonna kill me."

I smiled, "Taiga, you just mentioned food, of course I'm coming over."