A/N: Reader-insert/2nd POV. And a jumping of POV's. Enough said.
Summary: You were the Golden Child. Your sister loves you, her friends admire you, your brother adores you, and your parents' couldn't have asked for anyone better. With all your perfection, life was gonna have to throw you some curveballs. Maybe you weren't as perfect as everyone thought… Readerx?
"[Name], honey, I've made some snacks."
Your mother's voice was muffled, and you permitted her to enter your room, before the door opened. She balanced the tray in one hand skillfully, having done this a thousand times before, entering in and setting the tray next to your workspace.
Glancing to the side, you observed the finger-sandwiches, the orange juice, grapes and strawberries, bottle of chocolate syrup, and a fork. Lips twitching up into a smile, you looked up gratefully to your mother.
"Thanks Mom."
She beamed back, ruffling your hair slightly, "Of course dear. Just don't work yourself too hard."
"I won't," You replied, patting down your hair and fixing your appearance as she turned and left you to your peace. Sighing at the silence, you slipped on your headphones, and grabbed a sandwich.
Thirty minutes later, you slammed the book shut, stretching your arms as you gave a slight yawn. The headphones were now hanging around your neck, and the dishes atop of the tray were clear, save for some crumbs and the leftover trail of juice.
Glancing at your watch, you saw that it was a couple hours after twelve, meaning the sun would be bright, shining its golden rays along the earth's surface. Pulling back a curtain, you blanched at the pouring rain.
And you couldn't hear this?
There was a knock on the door, and your mother poked her head in. "Aimee's class is just about to end and I don't want her to walk home in this weather. Pick her up for me? I need to go get Aki-chan."
"No problem," You murmured, swinging your hoodie over your shoulder as you slipped out of your chair. "Have dinner ready by then?"
"Deal," Your mother pecked you on the cheek and chirped, "Love you~"
She then disappeared out the door. Chuckling silently to yourself, you shoved your arms through the sleeves before throwing on the hood, grabbing an umbrella in the process of hopping down the stairs.
Grabbing your keys, your phone whirled in your pocket, tingling your senses as you checked the screen.
'Drive safely ;) Love Mom'
Shaking your head in amusement, you left your house, locking the door after as you ran towards your car. It was a nice, expensive thing, pulled out of your dad's wallet for your 17th birthday, but you knew it was because of the fact you were valedictorian for your grade level all throughout high school.
Smiling as you listened to her purr, you turned on the radio and set the heater on to a low, shivering slightly as you waited for the warm air to transfer. It was a short ride to your old high school, though it did take longer due to traffic from the rain.
Pulling up a stop in front of the school, you smirked slightly to yourself as people started to point and whisper to your car. Grabbing the umbrella and the other from the backseat, you spotted your sister before heading out.
The first time he saw her, Aimee and her friends had walked up to him, talking in dazed murmurs and giggles. He had paid very little attention to what they were saying, and only replying politely to their questions.
"So, Kiyo-kun, didn't you think that Matsumoto-sensei's quiz was hard?" Aimee was twirling a piece of hair with her finger, giggling (again!) with red blotches on her cheeks. [1]
Was she sick or something?
Sighing, he muttered, "No, it was extremely easy."
"Oh," She gave another giggle, this time a bit more embarrassed, and she glanced at her friends who were giggling at her.
He rolled his eyes. High school girls. Geez.
It was then his eyes focused on a sleek car smoothly driving up to the front gates. A leg popped out, one by one, and his eyes stared at the long legs covered in skinny jeans and high heels at the end. The figure slowly stepped out, before shutting the door, and approached in his direction, carrying two umbrellas, one overhead and the other by her side.
His eyes widened at the sight, and his breath stalled in his throat; dear god, she was a goddess…!
Long [hair color] hair trailed along her back in loose ringlets at the end and the small smile on her dainty, pink lips intensified the light of her [eye color] orbs. She wore a form-fitting shirt, but not too tight, and a thick, fur hoodie on top, unzipped, and of course the skinny jeans and heels he observed from earlier.
She walked with an air of grace and she was approaching in his direction. He had to gasp for air, unnoticed, as she came to a stop in front of him. Well, not directly so, she was more in front of…
The girl next to him.
"Aimee, are you ready to go?"
Goodness, even her voice could be compared to an angel's.
"Yeah!" The girl next to him took the umbrella that was offered. "Ummm…"
"Do your friends need a ride too?" She murmured, glancing at the two girls next to Aimee, before her eyes stopped on him. He froze under her gaze, before breathing as she focused on Aimee once more.
"Yeah," Aimee agreed, giving her umbrella to the one on her right.
Her eyes focused on him once more. "Does he need a ride too?"
He stared back unblinkingly, and Aimee glanced at him timidly, unusual from her norm, "Oh, um…" She trailed off.
"No," His voice rumbled, and he had to clear his throat that suddenly went dry, "My brother is picking me up."
She nodded with a small smile, before turning. "Then let's go, hm?"
He watched as the goddess walked Aimee and her friends to the car, the two boarding into the backseat, while she dropped Aimee off in the passenger, shutting the door after her, before walking to the driver's seat.
She entered in without a second glance.
The first time I saw her was when I was walking to my old high school. My mother had nagged me into walking my younger brother home. Since we took the train, I grabbed an umbrella and headed out.
Approaching the school, I saw my brother. Upon closer inspection, I saw a bright red blush across his cheeks, his jaw slacked open in shock and/or awe, his eyes wide.
It was a look of infatuation.
It made him look stupid.
It was strange coming from him, because he was normally calm, cool, and collected. And he was a genius; he wasn't supposed to look so, incredibly stupid.
Walking even closer, I saw an older teen somewhere around my age, walk up to them. After a quick exchange of words, the girls next to my brother left, following after the young woman with umbrellas held high.
Upon reaching Kiyo, shaking his shoulder and calling his name hadn't appealed to him; he simply continued to stare out into the now-empty street. Sighing in frustration, I did the next best thing.
I smacked him.
It did the trick. Kiyo spun around angrily, before seeing that it was me, and I stared at him back with a raised eyebrow.
"What's got you looking so stupid?" I asked, and the blush came back full-force.
Interesting.
"Nothing," he replied, walking next to me.
He had that look of infatuation.
I simply came to the conclusion that it was one of those love-at-first-sight kinda moments, except one-sided, because it was just an infatuation, a crush, on my brother's part, and she had no idea what she did to him.
And it was because of this, I knew I had to see her again, simply because I wanted to know why my brother was so amazed by her. I was curious.
I was bound to see her again, maybe, perhaps, by hanging around Kiyo more often. It was a small world after all.
I grunted as Kiyo socked me in the arm, "Hey!"
"I wouldn't have to punch you if you answered my question," He replied calmly, reverting back to his normal self.
Scoffing, I closed the umbrella as we entered the train. "Whatever."
"Hey, Bunta-nii…" He trailed off, seeming to space out once more.
With a raised eyebrow, I stared at him. "What?"
"Ah, nothing…"
I sighed. Jesus, this kid. [2]
A/N: And this is my new project~!
Warning: may be on super-slow update mode. Giving you a heads up now.
[1] – "So, Kiyo-kun, didn't you think that Matsumoto-sensei's quiz was hard?" Aimee was twirling a piece of hair with her finger, giggling (again!) with red blotches on her cheeks.
This is based off of Of Rikkai by Frozen Obsidian. I do not own, obviously, and this is like a reference, which might happen a lot. I love the info (whether factual or not, because I had no idea about all that info of those characters), and I hope she won't be angry with this reference because I didn't ask her permission beforehand. :(
[2] – Jesus, this kid.
This isn't meant to cause offense, as I myself, am not Christian. It just seemed to fit better than using "Jeez." If it does offend, let me know, and I'll change it. But hopefully everyone will be flexible on these religious differences. Let's all love each other, kay? xD