KuroKen | Female Robbery

Chapter one: "Mix-ups"

They stared at him. Girls in covetousness and guys with lechery. Kenma sat alone in the back of the class tapping at the worn wooded desk. He was new to the school and had just moved in with his aunt after having a fallout with his mom. He was pretty antisocial and hadn't made any friends. Finding everyone and everything in the small city of Avington as a bother.

The classroom smelt of old books and overused Victoria Secret perfume. Idle chatter encased the area. There was no space to breath. It was crammed, and the rambunctious classmates proved no help.

He pulled at the fringes of his rose pink blouse and blew an almost silent whistle as he looked out of the window. He wanted Friday to be over already so that he could crawl into the depths of his room for two whole days.
But in order to get to tomorrow, he had to get through today.
The classroom was three stories above the parking lot. Sun rays beamed down on the cars, reflecting flashes through the glass. After a quick lecture on Issac Newtons theory and laws of relativity the  teacher stopped to begin attendance. Something he had most likely forgotten to do earlier.

Abruptly the door swung hard against the wall. A guy with a black hoodie and cargos leaned through the threshold. He panted as he swung his backpack over his shoulder. Mr. Hillock sighed disappointingly. As if this had happened many times before. He pushed his spectacles towards the bridge of his nose and sat down the clipboard. 

"Mr.Tetsuro, why are you late, again?"
"Helping an old lady at the terminal."
"Your excuses get more bizarre by the day. I'll have to call home next time Kuroo." The teacher ran a hand through his curly brown hair.
"Ah, don't worry. I'll be five minutes earlier tomorrow Mr. Hillock."
He said sarcastically.

The class burst into deafening laughter. The teacher squinted impatiently. When the room quieted he continued taking roll call.

Kenma turned back towards the window, tucking his dyed hair behind his ear. It had grown to the small of his back in the past seven months. He really wanted to cut it soon.

"Hey there."

He quickly cut his eyes at the corner to see a tall, slender but much more muscular frame towered over him.

"Haven't seen you around ." Kuroo dropped his backpack at his feet and propped his hand under his chin as he sat down at the desk adjacent to his.

    Kenma nodded his head, not pivoting it once as he continued to gaze out the window wishing for solitude.

"You don't talk much. Pretty girls like you are usually more outgoing." He smiled lightly, showing a set of pearly white teeth.

Here we go again.

This always happened, him being mistaken for a girl. With his slanted, upright eyes, pouted round lips, and high cheek bones. He even managed to use the girls restroom for almost his entire school life. It agitated him, but hadn't he chose this life style? Who could he talk to? Who would he talk to.

The bell rang. Dismissing everyone as they jumped up to flood the hallways. Kenma sat and waited until the halls cleared. He didn't care if he was late. When the last warning bell rang he got up from the desk and pulled at his black skater skirt.

"Are you gonna do this often?" A vague deep voice bellowed from behind the opened classroom door.
"Everyday."
" Do you have any friends here."
"No."
" Then sit with me at lunch. We could have our own table." He smiled slyly and adjusted the neck of his hoodie.

Kenma raised an eyebrow and stared out at the vast empty hallway. His brown gladiator sandals clanked against the waxed tile.
    Is he hitting on me? Oh yeah, that's right, he thinks I'm a girl.