Assumptions | Kise x OC

03 | NOT Real

03 | NOT Real

Kasamatsu's table is made up of himself, a guy whose dialect I can't understand, and a lanky dude who looks really familiar. I sit next to Kasamatsu, and the other two stare at me curiously.

"Kobori, Hayakawa, this is Suzuki. Suzuki, this is Kobori and Hayakawa," Kasamatsu introduces.

It clicks why Kobori looks so familiar. He has the same facial structure as Kobori Sensei with the same long nose and thin jawline. If he put glasses on, then they would be twins.

"Hi," I greet, grinning. "Are you related to Kobori Sensei?"

Kobori nods. "He's my older brother."

"He's my teacher," I say.

Kobori doesn't comment any further. Okay then. I pull my food out of my lunchbox, grabbing the attention of my table-mates. They watch me take my sandwich out of its container, and I feel too awkward to eat since they're monitoring my every move. I lower my sandwich from my mouth and clear my throat.

"How are your guys' days?" I ask politely.

"My dayth goin' really gootha!" Hayakawa answers brightly.

I think he said he was having a good day? "Uh, nice."

"I'm meeting with Seirin High's coach today. They want to have a practice match," Kasamatsu informs us as he digs into his own lunch.

Kobori raises his eyebrows. "Seirin High? Didn't they begin playing last year?"

"Yes." Kasamatsu nods. "They're bold to be challenging us so soon."

The more they talk about basketball, the more I zone out. I've never been a super athletic person. I mean, I tried basketball when I was eight, but it didn't go well. A girl pushed me over and gave me a bruise, so I quit the next day. I snap out of my flashbacks when I hear Kise's name mentioned.

"...Kiseth betta nah skeep otta practice," Hayakawa garbles through a mouthful of rice.

"Kise's on the basketball team?" I check.

Kasamatsu sighs, and his half-smile disappears. I can see the life leaving his eyes as he explains, "Yes, he's the newest member. His talent's outstanding."

A plan comes to my mind with the mention of this new information. If Kise's part of the basketball team, that means I can get to him through Kasamatsu, or I can talk my way into Kasamatsu letting me join the team. Kise will have no choice but to admit to the school that he's the catalyst who caused me to break the vending machine. And when he does that, people will stop calling me Crazy American!

I grin. "Actually..."

I mention how I used to play basketball before, and the upperclassmen listen. They exchange glances, and I'm 99% sure that they're considering to ask me to join the basketball club. I finish my story, and Kasamatsu gives Kobori and Hayakawa a tiny, barely noticeable nod.

"Have you joined a club yet?" Kasamatsu asks.

Bingo.

I shake my head. "No, but my class rep says I need to."

I bristle at the thought of Obara. Her voice rings in my head, chiding in her matter-of-fact tone, "I know you probably never tried a healthy lifestyle before because you lived in America, but now you're in Japan so you need to behave and act like a good Japanese student."

"You should come to basketball practice after school," Kobori says.

Who am I to turn down an offer like that? I'll get to join a new club and tell off Kise for yesterday.