She's a Fujoshi! (Kuroko no Basket - Kise Ryouta Fan Fiction)

Six - Manga and Messages

A/N: Short chapter. Sorry. :3

A little something for those who doesn't know (it's kind of important):
-Nico Nico Douga - a popular video sharing website in Japan created in 2006 and managed by Niwango, a subsidiary of Dwango. (Kind of like Youtube. Only it's Japanese).
-Utaite - a Japanese term for people who cover previously released songs and post them on Nico Nico Douga and YouTube under the utattemita category.
-LaLa - something like Shounen Jump but it publishes shoujo manga instead. It published mangas like Kaichou wa Maid-sama, La Corda d'Oro, Ouran High School Host Club, Vampire Knight, and Last Game.

And I featured one of my favorite manga in this chapter. The cover's at the side. :3 I really recommend you people to read it. >u<

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Mashiro Yuki

"Mashiro-chan!" A familiar voice dripping with cheerfulness called out to me, making me stop on my tracks to the Anime Club's room. I turned around to face the owner who was actually unable to miss with his shiny blonde hair, handsome face, and really tall height. He was surrounded by a group of girls who were obviously members of his fanclub. When our eyes met, he waved 'hello' really energetically with a wide grin stuck on his face. He looked really happy. I wonder what happened?

I was about to greet back with the same intensity of energy when the girls turned around and faced me, varied expressions visible on their faces --- curiosity, skepticism, annoyance, and, correct me if I'm wrong, jealousy. Seeing the girl's faces placed some kind of border of up to which how much I could respond to the famous blonde. I raised my hand a little and waved, smiling at him. I gestured that I should be on my way and bowed a little, walking away from the scene.

I sighed. I had no idea if personally knowing the famous Kise Ryouta personally could be a good thing or a bad thing. I mean, I enjoy his company but being with someone famous couldn't be always great as it comes with hiccups with his fame. Example? Possessive fangirls.

"Read this, Yuki!" said Ryumi-senpai the moment I entered the club room. She was showing me a volume of a manga. I settled my bag on top of the wooden cabinet beside the wall then went closer to have a look at the manga. On the cover was a girl with her long black hair separated into two braids and a guy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a king's crown. They were wearing school uniforms and were sitting on the guy's throne, the guy's hand around the girl's waist. The title read "LAST GAME". It's obviously a straight romance manga.

I looked at Ryumi-senpai, my eyebrows knitted together. I remember telling her that I'm only interested in Shounen Ai and Yaoi at the moment. "Ummm... Ryumi-senpai..." I had no idea how to tell her that I don't want to read it. Well, I actually wanted to read it since she recommended it but I'm not interested enough to do so. "I... uhhh... " I took out a volume of Love Stage, a popular yaoi manga, from my bag, hoping she'd get the message. She stared at me and titled her head. I looked at Fujisaki-san, who was reading the latest issue of LaLa, for help. She arranged her glasses then turned to Ryumi-senpai. "She likes yaoi, Senpai," she explained for me with that cool Nagato Yuki-ish tone. "It's impossible right now." I shot her a thankful look. She snorted with a small smile, shaking her head and continuing her reading.

Ryumi-senpai sighed, sitting on the table with her shoulders slumped. "I just wanted someone to share this fluffy feeling!" She was pouting; she looked like a cute little girl who was not given any candy by her parents. She's so moe!

"H-How about Fujisaki-san?" I suggested, glancing at the reading Fujisaki-san and sitting on the chair opposite her. It's Fujisaki-san who's really into these kind of of stuff so why me?