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Your feet carried your exhausted body down the long hallway. You'd just completed a test that was far more difficult than it should've been. When you thought of how complicated the questions seemed, you really just wanted to pull your hair out strand-by-strand.
Truth be told, you simply were not in the mood to deal with absolutely anyone.
You really just wanted to cry like a baby. Still, it was just one test. It shouldn't be too big a deal if you didn't do your greatest on it.
Regardless, you weren't in the mood to even look at another person. You settled on the decision to ignore the rest of the world as you leaned your forehead against a nearby wall.
Ahhhh...
The cold, dead silence was nice.
"...cuse me-"
Or it was. You jerked your head up and looked around. Was someone talking to you or had you finally cracked?
Then you heard it. You really thought you heard your name.
Instead of reacting the way you should have, you decided to go down a very fast-paced list of all the people you may have made enemies of over the years.
You didn't really know how to speak with others without making a fool of yourself ... so there were at least five people who probably didn't like you.
"...Excuse me?"
This time, you were positive you weren't hearing things. You jerked your head in multiple directions like a deer in the woods and no matter how much you searched, you couldn't find the source of the sound.
...Until it happened.
A very cold hand touched your arm.
"Excuse me? I think you drop-"
You let out an unusual (probably racist-sounding) battle-cry, pivoted on your heel as you whirled around with your fist, and came in contact with something that made a faint "crack" noise.
After panting heavily, you soon realized what you had done as you looked down to the floor.
You had punched your classmate, Tetsuya Kuroko, square in the nose.
He was lying on his side (in a pool of his own blood; was he unconscious??) and when you began to properly comprehend the situation, he was already standing back up.
Much to your surprise, he only uttered a single phrase:
"Ah. That hurt."
You panicked and grabbed at his face, watching the water fountain of blood gush from his nose.
Instead of being a normal person, you squawked but a single phrase:
"I'm sorry for punching you, so please don't sue me for this!"
* * *
"That's when I realized you were the one for me," a short, blue-haired young man calmly stated, glancing down at the white gown embroidered in flowers before meeting your eyes once more. "You look very beautiful in your wedding dress, by the way."
You were staring in shock (you almost didn't catch the compliment he gave you). Of all the things he could have said as his own, personal vows to you, this was what popped out of his mouth.
He gave you a gentle smile and you did your very best to ignore how his groomsman, Aomine, was leaning against a nearby pillar, coughing his lungs out from laughing too hard.
"Ah, um, Tetsuya? I'm not sure that's a, uh, normal time to fall in love with someone."
He simply shook his head, disagreeing with your statement.
"You were the only girl in my life to notice my presence so soon. When you were worried about my injury, you looked so lovely to me," he said, obvious affection filling his eyes despite his (seemingly) emotionless stare.
You couldn't hide the blush as it was forming.
Aomine was on the floor and clutching his stomach at this point.
This. This was going to be your new life with the man you chose to marry.