A/N: Hi guys! OK, so it's like this. I wrote this a month ago and forgot to post it here. Actually, I didn't mean to update with just one chapter (considering that my chapters are already too short as they are) so I thought that maybe I could write just another one and post it together with this one. But then, well, inspiration never came and I just eventually forgot about it all... Well, I'm posting this here now because I guess one update is better than no update. Uhh, I think?
Lol, sorry! School is killing me.
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She paused, her brows furrowed. Carefully, she directed her gaze towards him. “What?”
Kise cleared his throat. “I was asking if,” he started patiently, “if you’d like to go out with me.”
He could see the mixed expressions of anger, surprise and utter confusion in her face. She opened her eyes to say something but then closed it right away. She stood up hastily, hugging her bag. That is a joke, she seemed to have said under her breath.
“I’m serious,” Kise was right beside her when she started walking.
“Why?” she stopped abruptly in the middle of the hallway, her eyes gazing blankly at the floor. Kise could feel the hurt in her voice. As much as it confused him, it made him ache inside.
Around them, people were hustling and bustling. There were curious glances from some, but it was a busy morning.
He kept his eyes on her and waited for her to look up, but she kept on avoiding his gaze.
“Please.” His voice was softer now.
Just then, the second bell started ringing and startled them both. She started walking again and Kise had to half-run to keep up.
“Hey, you’re going the wrong way!” his classmate for next period yelled.
“Will you?”
“Oi, Kise, watch it.” Kise distractedly side-stepped as Aomine Daiki lightly shoved his shoulder aside. The second bell was just about to end. People were rushing in to their classrooms; the hallways getting more and more deserted.
“You’re going to be late,” she whined feebly. She finally turned her back and decided to enter her next class, but Kise caught her hand and spun her around.
“Will you?” he pressed on with a more determined look on his face. From behind him, Aomine was grinning, slightly shaking his head.
“Yes,” she finally said softly, helplessly. “Yes, I will. . .”
“Saturday at ten, Central Park,” he said in a gentle voice which made her blush. His smile was so wide and so genuine that she couldn’t look at him straight.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
