Chapter 1

That Day We Met

If you didn't value your friendship with Akashi Seijuro, then you would have packed up all your things now and left for home. Your feet were literally killing you. Your back was aching. Your head was pounding rhythmically as if someone was currently doing a tap dance on it. And despite all the homework that was left undone, you decided to cling to what you used to call as your iron will͛ and keep yourself on that position.

You're the only one who's capable for this. Akashi's voice kept ringing in your mind repeatedly, reminding you of the inevitable that was about to happen. Seriously, why you though? You can handle Aomine no problem, but the other one? How do you even-

"(Last name) (first name), right?"

Speak of the—

Your eyes darted to the familiar (gorgeous) face in front of you and you couldn't help but gawk slightly at the way his lips curved up to a (gorgeous, gorgeous) smile. Closing your mouth the moment you realized that your jaw has already fallen much to your chagrin, you responded with your own (awkward) smile. "(First)," you blurted out, "Just (First) will do. Kise-san, right?"

He laughed casually. Why did he sound so musical? Damn it. Damn it. "Just Kise. You're the first person to ever address me like that."

"Oh, is—is that so?" You turned away from him before you could make an even bigger fool of yourself.

Your cheeks and ears were already heating up for Pete's sake. Kise Ryouta, the blond model the girls have all been talking about, the guy who effortlessly got into the first string of their school͛s prestigious basketball team, and the boy who was now standing beside you in flesh. No, no, she didn't have a huge crush on the blond hottie. Not at all. He was just another of those pretty boys who broke hearts and trampling on them mercilessly afterwards, right?

Not my type. Not my type. Not my type.

"So, Aominecchi told me he couldn't come because-"͞

"What!" You said alarmingly. It was just going to be you and Kise. This is bad. You couldn't do this. You needed Aomine here, NOW. "Did he say why?"

Kise scratched his head and shrugged. "Something about you being lenient and that you'd just send him the stuff he needs to study."

That jerk. You were going to make sure Aomine suffer the most painful death the next time you saw him; he won't be able to play basketball anymore. "He'll hear from Seijuro-kun or Satsuki-chan, I swear." You took in a deep breath and sighed. "Okay, okay. So, in which subjects do you need help in?"

Akashi had told you about the upcoming finals and the district game the team had next week. Being part of varsity team required the players to have at least passing scores, and apparently, both Kise and Aomine were having it tough at the moment. You've heard from Akashi that Kise used to pass all his subjects prior to his membership in the team, but clearly, that wasn't the case anymore.

"Just Math, Statistics, Japanese literature, History, Biology, Health."

But wasn't that everything except English? You risked a glance towards Kise who had already sat down in front of you and instantly regretted it because you felt your heart make a quantum leap towards the next dimension. Swallowing with great difficulty, you mentally berated yourself for even looking at him, especially his eyelashes. Damn, were those even legit? You barely had any.

"I see. Okay, so maybe we could start on History and Math since that͛s already next week, right? And then."

Stop staring at his pretty hands. Stop trying to imagine how he would sound while singing.

"Uhh…(First)-chan?"

You took out your first notebook and flipped towards the page entitled 'First aid.'

Stop imagining how you would run your fingers across his hair. Stop thinking about his golden irises.

"Excuse me, (First)-chan."

Stop trying to—I wonder how he looks like while playing basketball. Or while posing for a shoot. Or—or! What does he look like when he's shirtless? NO, NO, NO. KEEP IT TOGETHER, (First)! I want to hear him call my name. Just call my name or something.

"(First)-chan! Your nose is bleeding!"

The sharp call punctured your already chaotic sphere of thoughts and your head snapped back to face him, eyes wide in surprise. Did he just tell you that your nose was bleeding? You watched as Kise took his handkerchief out and pressed it gently under your nose. You held the hanky in place, face now burning furiously as he stood up to walk to your side and help you stand.

"I've been trying to tell you," he told you, voice almost sounding like he was chiding you, "Are you running a fever or something? I'll take you to the clinic."

He's touching me, oh my gosh. You shook your head. "I'm fine, Kise-kun. I think I͛m just tired of practice," you lied and let out a rather uneasy laugh. I'm so sorry for your handkerchief. I'll just—ehrm, let me go to the CR and clean this. My notes, you should-"

"Are you for real?" he gave you the look that clearly told you that he was already questioning your sanity, "What if your brain is bleeding or something? I͛m taking you to the clinic."

"Seriously, Kise-kun," you said in exasperation, "I'm okay. Just let me-"

You was cut off rudely when he hoisted you and carried you in his arms. Ohh, this was too good to be true. You pushed back your lustful thoughts and whined, "Put me dooown. This so, so embarrassing. I can walk, okay? I didn't sprain my freakin' ankle. I CAN WALK."

"You can thank me later," he sang, his grin widening a notch, "In the meantime, maybe you can call Akashicchi and tell him that we͛ll just have to do the tutoring session tomorrow. And then he'll let me play today."

You stopped struggling and grumbled, "So now you're happy my nose bled. You're worse than Daiki-kun in escaping responsibilities."

He gave you a sheepish smile. "Hey now, don't get mad. I'll let you watch me play later, sound good?"

"No." Yes, yes way.

You watched in amusement as his face crumbled down to a childish pout. "That's so mean."

Embarrassing yourself in front of Kise was definitely not what you hoped for to happen today, but well, you got more than you asked for, right? That's right. Tomorrow was going to be another day to look forward to.

You made a mental note to thank Akashi later.

A/N: Welcome to my first fanfic! Hope everyone enjoyed this. Poured my heart into this. Please leave a review while you're at it.