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You were not in the mood today. Especially since prom posters were plastered across the entire school campus, and you were probably the only girl strutting around the halls, with your pride lower than your confidence since no one had asked you to prom.
The original plan you devised with many of your girl classmates was that you would all show up without dates and just dance the night away, getting a little tipsy despite being underage. The original plan you all had come up crumbled, slipped between your fingers considering all of them feigned a sincere apology and accepted the cheesy invitations to prom.
So now, here you were, roaming the halls of Kaijou High, with a wistful look cast upon your face. After visiting your locker, and slamming it shut to channel your frustration on the poor, blue metal, you sustained your path to your fourth period, wishing for the day to be over the second you regretfully glanced at the extravagant poster on the beige wall.
"(surname)cchi!" a familiar, affectionate voice boomed, and you peered over your shoulder slightly to only roll your eyes. You were definitely not in the mood to deal with the happy-go-lucky personality, one that resembles a ten-year old, of Kise Ryouta, the basketball star, ace, whatever he was called.
You weren't involved in basketball, rather football, so you couldn't give a rat's ass about the players or the sport, especially about the obnoxious ace who enjoyed bothering you, pestering you with his so-called 'friendly conversations'. Honestly, you'd rather die than enjoy being called Ryouta's friend because the title made the other girls jealous, and with the amount of school work you had at the end of the day, including football practice, you could really go without any more bullshit.
You stitched on a smile as you acknowledged the 6'2" male racing down the halls with a weak wave, his own arm waving so vigorously you almost cringed. How could he be so bright and cheerful, not only on a Monday, but when you were so down in the dumps?
A thought crossed your mind, and you sneered at it and him, roughly turning your back to him and continuing to class. Maybe he was so ecstatic because he just got a million prom invitations and accepted one, coming to brag about it and shove it in your face.
It wasn't fair that he was so popular and, well, you weren't really. To some, you were actually the coolest person, considering your 'bad ass bitch'-like personality, as quoted by your classmates. But it was mostly because of your seemingly poor personality; you were referred to as a genuine asshole to most. You couldn't help the fact you were pessimistic rather than positive or that you were too sarcastic with the wrong people all the time. But like you could give a damn; it wasn't your priority to become the school's queen or anything like that.
It was either most guys were too fearful to ask you or too attracted to you they couldn't form words around you. And with the case of girls, they were either spreading rumours about you to try to get no guy to ask you out or they were so worried their "targets" would be taken from them, they'd just ask every guy.
The taller male appeared in front of your face, interrupting your train of thoughts like a sword slashing through paper. Of course, with a shock like that, you jumped back and widened your eyes, a small whimper escaping your lips as your fingers intertwined with the cotton of your blouse. Luckily, you didn't make any embarrassing noises, otherwise for the next month or so, you wouldn't be able to live it down by the blond player.
"Do you need something, Kise?" you questioned, gathering yourself as you awkwardly ran trembling fingers through your tangled hair, humming lightly to distract the still rapidly thumping heart. "I'm kind of busy, y'know, trying to get an education," you kind of mused, and a playful grin, for the first time, found your lips.
You noticed Ryouta paused in his tracks, his lips forming an 'o' before he continued walking backwards and facing you. It was painfully silent for a moment before he said, "nothing much. Just wanted to ask you a quick question." That ever-confident, cheesy smile never faltered as his lips matched to his words, and you kind of groaned internally, your mind jumped to conclusions.
"Ask away," you frustratedly responded, failing to avoid the way your syllables dripped with venom. You mumbled something under your breath, hiding your mouth behind your textbooks as you let out the insult. This little move you used was to prevent Ryouta from reading your lips, and luckily, he was too lost in his babbling nonsense to even pay attention to your growing impatience.
"Anyways, do you have a date for prom?" You could've sworn you let out a mild swear, loud enough for him to hear. You looked up at him, scowling slightly as he simply leaned towards you and grinned annoyingly in your face.
"No, thank you for reminding me," you scoffed, pushing his face from the close distance with your left hand as you cuddled against the textbooks in your right. Oh, how you hated the topic of prom right now. Out of all the times he could've brought this up, it had to be the day of prom.
Literally only six hours from it.
"Are you okay, (surname)cchi?" he genuinely asked, and you could tell by the way his voice was laced with concern. You took in a shaky breath, low-key admiring the way his voice sounds husky in a quiet tone. You would be lying if you said you didn't like that part of Ryouta. A lot.
"Diddly-darn dandy," you winced, sighing lightly as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
"Are you sure you're alright?" By that point, you decided to tune him out because the next two minutes were replete with his concern towards your current health. Basically, until the clock struck 13:02, you were mindlessly walking next to Ryouta as he rambled on with questions you just responded with, 'yeah'.
"That's a relief. So if you're alright, will you go to prom with me?" he asked, but you were too busy monotonously replying with the four letters you didn't even pay attention to the proposal.
"Yeah, sure," you said, only to snap back to reality when you heard Ryouta slamming his feet on the ground and cheering so damn loudly, you were sure other people on the other side of the school could've heard. "Wait, what. Kise, what did you just-!"
You were cut off by a soft pair of lips that met your flushing cheeks, and a pair of honey-coloured eyes that ran into your field of vision. And you were entirely distracted by the tall blond running off in the opposite direction, winking whilst shouting, "see you tonight, (name)!" No affectionate nickname, either, just your first name coated with sweetness.
All you could've done was freeze in place, with your face redder than a tomato, and hollering the name of your sly, new prom date.
"Ryouta!"