Aomine: What's not to Love?

Chapter 1

Sayuri glanced out the window to her left looking over the head short brown hair to see out the window. She was positioned in the second row of the window and second from the back. The English teacher had entered homeroom twenty minutes ago and she was already bored. She thoroughly knew English her mother was American after all and had been teaching her English since she born. She fluently spoke English, besides never having lived in America. She had gone to visit at least once every two years to see family relatives and such. Her mother had been an exotic American beauty with bright green eyes blonde hair and a large curvy figure unlike what you mostly find in Japan. Sayuri had inherited her mother's bodacious body and big green eyes. Sayuri didn't look Japanese to say the least. This often gave her more attention then she wanted as she had an exotic look that pulled gazes to her where ever she went. The thought of how much attention she had made her embarrassed as she shifted in her seat and pouted a little. She knew she wasn't ugly and admitted she had a nice big rack but she never expected so much attention when she got to high school. It was embarrassing and the constant attention made her want to hide, having been attending Too academy for a year now she was at least used to the attention, but still couldn't make the effort to approach anyone. She grumbled lightly to herself as her previously embarrassed expression changed to one of annoyance at the thought. She used to be a very energetic outgoing girl and still was to anyone who knew her, the count so far being her parents and little brother, but after elementary school her family moved to the country side in the middle of nowhere she had a few friends there but after a bad experience with them she had avoided friendship still not having experienced it in years. Her family moved back and she'd transferred into Too academy last year. She had no courage to approach any fellow students. She knew a few girls in her class and even had lunch with them before but she always felt left out. High school girls giggled about makeup and boys. Having little to know experience she always felt anxious about it. Unable to connect with anyone she had mostly given up on friends. She spent breaks reading or helping the teacher. She wasn't class representative but easily a teacher's pet as she never turned down the teachers requests for assistance. She sighed again at her pathetic loner behavior. She zoned out the lesson and gazed longingly out the window. When she got home she'd probably end up playing video games or going for a walk with her family's collie Marty. "Yes my life is boring." she mumbled to herself in English starring at the swaying tree outside the classroom window. At least she had comfort in her family her only refuge.

Class passed quickly and she had spent all most all of it day dreaming. Students started gathering up and exited the classroom. Sayuri quietly slide out of her desk pushing back her metal legged chair and sitting up from the wooden seat nailed onto the metal skeleton of the chair legs. She pulled her school bag up from the metal hook on the side of her desk the same hook each desk had to hold student issued bags. She sighed as the fabric slide under fingers as her manicured nails gripped the bags handle and lifted it up of the hook. The boy beside her gave her a glance before turning away. Sayuri noticed and turned away herself embarrassed. Standing up carefully she walked to the door before a familiar voice called out to her. "Ms. Kobayashi, wait!" She stopped in her track instantly and obediently before turning to face her teacher. Mr. Tanaka was her homeroom teacher a middle aged man in a brown sweater tan pants and black rimmed glasses. He stood behind his desk in front of the classroom chalk board holding a text book in his hand. She for a moment thought she'd get lectured on her lack of attention in class but then thought it unlikely due to her excellent grades and perfect English. Her second guess was right. She quietly walked over to his desk shyly standing with her legs together and her gaze downward; her hands pulled in front of her both holding her bag straps. "Yes Mr. Tanaka." She said. He smiled at her before saying. "I know you're not on duty today, but Ms. Tachibana called in sick so could you take these to the faculty room." He pointed to a stack of hand outs stapled together on his desk. "Yes Mr. Tanaka I will take them down immediately." She replied as respectfully as possible. She bowed slightly before she pulled her bag over her shoulder and bent down to pick them up. "Thank you, your help is very much appreciated as normal." Mr. Tanaka gave his thanks and sent her off towards the faculty room. Sayuri continued down the hall. Students passed her heading to club activities. She'd never been in a club and knew next to nothing about sports and was even less so talented in them. A few fellow classmates waved at her before continuing down the hallway. If she remembered correctly those two girls were in newspaper club.

When she finally made it to the faculty room Mrs. Sasaki answered and took the hand outs and praised her. Mrs. Sasaki had a tendency to get into long conversations with students especially ones with good grades, the conversation always leaning towards praise, then advice. She also had a tendency to just repeat her last conversation; Sayuri had heard this conversation six times already. She quickly came up with an excuse to leave as quickly as possible. Once freed of Mrs. Sasaki's rambling, she headed down the hall way with no particular location in mind. She normally just headed home, though curfew was hours away. She had no friends to hang out with or club to occupy her time. She needed another hobby. She pouted again thinking of what to do she didn't really want to go home yet. She twisted a lock of her hair around her finger slowly walking down the hallway. Another set of students walked down the hallway she ignored them and continued walking by. "Aomine, Ms. Momoi will be mad if you're late for practice again." This name caught her attention as she looked up and examined the boy called Aomine out of the corner of her eye. He was tall, six foot four to be exact. With short dark blue hair parted to the left. He had a slight case of bed head making her curious as to whether he hadn't brushed his hair this morning or messed it up by some other means. He had dark tan skin and dark blue eyes matching his hair. His muscular body looked toned and fit. She guessed he played some kind of sport. Suddenly it hit her why the name was so familiar. She'd heard some girls at lunch talking about him on the few times she'd attempted eating with them. He was the ace of the basketball team known for being amazingly strong and brilliant, tripling anyone's score. He was also notorious for being a complete tyrant on the court. While they won many games, the value of team work was something the team had long since abandoned. He was handsome with a wild look about him his intimidation scared off most girls. Sayuri didn't think he was that intimidating just big. He walked around like he didn't care about what anybody said. You've seen them before. One of those self said bad boys who walk around like they're to cool for cool. It was slightly repulsive and slightly funny. Sayuri never understand female's infatuation with bad boys. All manga had that stereo type; the average girl wins the heart of the player and changes him. She always liked the nice guys. She could never imagine herself with a guy who's 'too cool for cool'. She couldn't help but giggle to herself as he passed by. Her giggle caught his attention and he looked at her, making eye contact for a moment. Sayuri suddenly felt a chill up her spine and understood what those girls were taking about earlier about his intimidation. She dropped her arms to her side and quickens her pace dashing by to escape with another giggle. Aomine's eyes followed her as his gaze lowered watching her hips as her skirt that was lowered just under her knee fluttered about. "What are you looking at, are you even listening to me." His teammate angrily barked at him. "Big boobs." Aomine mumbled loud enough form his teammate to make out. "What's wrong with you!" his teammate yelled some more fuming at Aomine who had stopped walking to finished checking out Sayuri as she dashed around a corner.