Midorima-kun walked passed me and entered the establishment to go to the classroom. I stared at his facing back, feeling a bit glum about the thing he just said. He just accepted my apology that fast because he thinks that me saying sorry is just a waste of his time. It brought sadness and I wanted it out of my system.
I turned my back to start walking when I can no longer see his figure nor his shadow. Until something called my attention right inside the school building. The voice became louder as the person who called my name ran faster to catch up to me.
Recognizing the voice, panic ran through me as I was about to ran for my life. But a strong hand grabbed my forearm and forced me face him. He gave me a very dark smile and I returned his with a scared one.
"Is Mi-chan running away from her teacher?" He asked in a dark yet smiling face.
I gulped down my saliva and stuttered out my excuse. "M-Mama's already looking for me so I better leave." I moved my feet forward and tried to turn around but he stopped me to it and forced me to face him, again.
"Don't make up lame excuses, Yuki-san." He glared at me, tightening his grasp on my forearm. "I just heard what you've done in school yesterday. You're not listening to your teachers. Again. Your head's floating during classes."
I forced his hand to let go of me and clasped my hands together as I closed my eyes really tightly. "Please don't tell mama about this." I begged of him, staring right into his gray eyes. "I promised her that I'll finally change. Please."
His hard gaze softens as he let out a heavy sigh. I brought my hands down and gave him my puppy-eyes. "Fine." he said in defeat. "I won't bring this topic to Yu-chan. But you have to promise to change and be a better Miyuki. At least for your mother."
I lowered my head and dropped my gaze on the floor as I responded. "I know that. I also wanted to change so I could show that man that we don't need him anymore; so he could stop pestering me and mama."
Ryuu-san became quiet and loosen his grip on my forearm, letting go of me. But his soft gaze never left me. He watched my expression,trying to read my mind. Wanting to reassure him, he raised my head and gave him a reassuring smile to lessen his worries on me.
I held his strong hand and stared at his gray eyes and tried to reassure him. "Don't worry, Ryuu-san. Everything will be okay. I promise."
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My third day of school and I'm getting lazy. This is not new to me because when I started to attend Yosen High for my first year, I already was lazy. My mother and Ryuu-san had to annoy me to attend school.
So since this is a new life, I have to change my attitude and personality and prove my father that I we no longer need him in our life. So I lazily stood up from my bed and fixed it with eyes still closed. Then I went out of my room to go to the dining area to eat breakfast.
Mama placed a plateful of bread, eggs, and bacon. Then she returned to the kitchen counter to get the pitcher of milk and poured me a glass. I ate and drank everything that's served for me and went to the bathroom to take a bath.
After taking a bath and finally awake because of the coldness of the water, I went out of the bathroom and walked towards my room to change into my black-colored uniform and wore my black socks. I faced the mirror and grabbed my hair brush to straighten my wet hair and wore my usual headband.
Suddenly, a scene came rushing inside my memory like a river. The headband I'm wearing right now is a gift from the person I hated to the most, my father. I clicked my tongue as I remembered everything. This headband was given to me when I turned 6 years old. At that young age, I made a promise to him that I will always wear this no matter what might happened.
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