Not My Type [Kuroko no Basuke]

Chapter 1

           "Excuse me," a voice spoke uncertainly, feminine definitely, Aomine thought, lazily cracking open an eye.

            "Um," the girl shifted her weight uneasily, a multitude of papers, and most importantly, an envelope in her hands.

            Not bad, Aomine thought, checking her out, small in stature with smooth, unblemished skin. Darker than Momoi, but decidedly paler than his, with a creamy hue. Wide almond shaped eyes tilted slightly upwards, and Cupid's Bow lips. A small, heart shaped face was framed by thick hair pulled up into a bun.

           However, "Sorry, but you're not my type," he muttered before leaning back into his seat, closing the single eye he had opened.

           A quiet sigh could be heard before the girl jabbed a finger harshly onto his shoulder, "That's great, but really not interested in you, rather your seat. Your seat, which actually happens to be mine."

           Considering the fact that Aomine was double her weight in just muscle and quite a bit taller, and exudes the friendliness of a skunk crossed with a cactus, this exchange captured the attention of nearly the entire class.

           Aomine couldn't really find anything to say in response to that, and he felt something he hadn't felt in a long time, slightly flustered.

           So he packed his stuff and tossed it to the correct desk, which was just to the right of the one he had be sitting in, all while the girl watched with a sweet, innocent smile.

           "Thank you," she said before setting her stuff onto the desk.

           Aomine could've sworn there was a smug note in her words.

          Whatever, he thought, before shutting his eyes and dozing off, not worth the effort.

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            As the chime signaling the end of the school day rang, Aomine opened his eyes, as he glanced to his side, he could still see the girl working, completely immersed in her task. Another one of those types.

            Maybe he was a little bitter, but he found himself standing in front of her desk, "Hey," Aomine looked down at her, still furiously scrawling words down, "In case you didn't hear, school's over."

            The pencil paused for a second before continuing on its way. Aomine was about to turn and leave before hearing the snap of a notebook being shut and the sound of pencils being put away. As he was walking away, he heard her voice above the hubbub of students chatting about the break, "Thank you, however, I did the hear the bell, Aomine-san."

            Surprise at the stranger's use of his name, knowing he had never introduced himself caused him to turn back to see her finish packing up.

            Shaking his head, he left the classroom and started on his way home. Basketball practises have yet to be announced, besides, it's freshman organization the first few days anyway. Aomine figured he had at least two weeks before Momoi started nagging at him. Maybe he would show up a bit more often, the Winter Cup last year had given Aomine something he thought he had lost forever.

            Just thinking about it made him excited.

            Last season's Interhighs and Winter Cup was more than Aomine could ask for, Tetsuya and Kagami brought forth a new era for all of the Generation of Miracles. Maybe Aomine should swing by practise earlier?

            But as for today, he could home, there was nothing else holding him up. Momoi, on the other hand, was trying to get the unruly 'basketball idiots' organized.