Hey! Man up! (Kuroko no basuke- Chihiro Mayuzumi fanfic)

6

"Waaahhhhhh I seriously don't get this guy!!" I whined as I rested my head on my desk, feeling the cold, steel on my majestic face. My friend, Aoi Namaka, causally sipped onto her juice box. "Oi, Aoi-chan? Are you even listening to me?"

She turned towards me with a flick of her dark blue hair, "Am I suppose to?"

"Wahhhh! Even Aoi-chan is mean to me!!!" I moaned, ignoring the sudden squeaking noise, indicating that there was someone opening the door. Aoi suddenly tensed up and the crushed box simply fell out of her hands.

I looked up to see a redhead who stoically move from the doorway to his seat, which coincidentally was next to mine.

"Ah! Akashi-san!!" I jumped from my desk and place my palms onto his desk. He looked up with an irritated scowl, "what do you want, Pinkuko?" He asked, gripping onto the side of his desk to retain his anger from bursting.

"I wanted to know if you done this week's assignments? If you have, you wouldn't mind sharing it with me, ne?" I pleaded and positioned my hand into a prayer pose.

He tilted his head slowly, "And possibly give you the answers as well? No you can't." He answered.

"B-but-!"

"No."

"B-"

"NO."

"Man you're a killjoy, remind me of my stupid landlord!" I groaned as I went to sit in my seat, facing him. Akashi's fingers twitched, "landlord? Did your pathetic family finally moved?"

"Of course not! You wouldn't believe what had happened! I was kicked out by Okaa-san!" I told him, holding out my finger as he looked at the fore finger, without interest.

"Don't scream." He reminded sternfully. And I smirked, "You seem awfully interested, Akashi-san!"

He looked at me from the corners of his eyes. "Actually, you might be stupider than I thought."

"You're so mean as well..." I muttered with tears streaming down my face, Akashi mearly looked with disgust before gripping onto a handkerchief he managed to pick up from his bag and drop it onto my lap. "Keep your filthy face from looking even more disgusting."

I gripped onto the fabric and blushed, "I-I-I don't really know what to say Akashi-san...this is like fate!" I grabbed his hands and cupped both as my hands securely held on. "If this was a Korean drama, I would totally tap you!"

Akashi seriously look if he wanted to kill me. If looks could kill, I'll be swimming in lava.

"Ne, Pinkuko-kun, Akashi-san looks really pissed off now so I'm going to go to class.." Aoi awkwardly pointed to the door, keeping her confused expression on hold.

"Bai bai!" I waved before looking into Akashi's eyes. "Isn't this romantic?" I smiled.

He glared trying to find a way to grab his scissors. "Remove your unsanitized hands off of mine, you moronic peasant." He sneered.

I laughed, "Akashi-san look so tiny!"

Unfortunately I managed to strike an massive point which made the redhead suddenly more aggressive. "30 lines in Kanji now!" He ordered with the tip of his scissors pointed to my throat. I shivered and managed to slip into my chair, beginning my torturous punishment for using a synonym for short towards the president of the student discipline committee.

"Better!" He shouted.

"I'm trying!" I cried in pain.

"Longer slopes!"

"But Kanji is so hard to write!" I whined.

"Faster!"

"Faster? You sounded so wrong Akashi-san!" I approved as I lifted my thumb.

"1200 more kanji lines added!" He yelled in annoyance.

"WHAT!? NO WAY!"

"Everyone please settle down, ah Akashi, could you please quiet down..." The teacher walked in with a stern look, but took a glimpse of a deathly glare from a certain red head. "Ah...never mind, continue torturing Pinkuko. Just please make it to the minimum level."

"Will do." He sighed in reply as he grabbed out a long stripe of duct tape and glued onto my mouth harshly as I scream in an unexpected surprise. He then went to sit down in his seat and wrote down notes for the upcoming lessons. I glared at the guy who I told him, and I quote, "I would tap him.", with that knowing look. He simply ignored my stare as I examined his physical attributes.

I quickly grabbed out my training notebook, flipping onto an random page and started scribbling the stats I saw with this guy.

His stats are far over a first year! Look at those physical muscles! It's so intense!

Akashi looked over and glared before huffing back to taking notes off of the board.

"Ne, ne Akashi-san, I've never thought you could be the tsundere type.. Hehe." Of course whatever I said was muffled.

Suddenly a chalk hits me straight on the head. I fell out of my chair in pain.

"Is she dead?" A voice I identify as Shizoko-kun muttered from my left.

"I hope so." This voice is sadly our sensei. Pity, I always thought this was why he's so unluckily unmarried. I twitched in response.

"Moving on...We have a speech from the class representative. Pinkuko, I highly warn you to not interfere in this class discussion." Sensei glared at my very kawaii twitching. Very kawaii.

A stoic boy with light brown hair yet blunt chest nut eyes stared directly at the classmates causing the class but not Akashi- because he's superior than the rest of us combine - to shiver to death.

"Watashi no Namae wa Chairotō desu, class representative for our classroom. I am standing here to inform that the summer school festival is coming up and I'm not bothered to listen to this formality so I'll cut to the chase. Haunted houses and maid cafés are most common choices out of the whole school, so those are out of the option. You could tell me your ideas for our class whenever you see me around." He stated emotionlessly, his eyes dull as if he just woke up this morning on the wrong side of the alarm.

"Well spoken." Akashi muttered, "that's why I chosen you for the job."

"With regards, I'll like you to set your own things and not on other people, for people's future preferment." Chairotō added.

"I understand. I'll see what I could do." Akashi nodded as the brunette went to sit down.

I looked at Akashi weirdly as he was as calm as ever. 'He seriously have something up his sleeves...'

He grabbed the end of the tape and forcefully yanked it off my mouth. I cried in agony ,'I SHOULDN'T HAVE JINXED IT!!' I whimpered, curling up into ball. Letting my overdosing pathetic-ness seek through.

"Shut up, mere mortal." He darkly replied without looking at me once. Notice me, redhead!

"Sheesh, someone's pissed. What are you angry about or are you on your men's period?" I care freely asked, completely unaware of the atmosphere.

"Do you have a death wish, because I would be happy to execute you right now." He smiled brightly with that fake closed eyes look.

"I don't have a death wish but I have a wish for my birthday!" I exclaimed. Sensei groaned, "Pinkuko, go to the principal room for interruption once again!"

"DAMN IT! IT'S THE 24th time this month!" I cried, rushing like an over dramatic person I am.

"Shut up, or I'll call your parents." He threaten.

"...never mind, I'll be civilized." I stated as I ran out of the room quickly.

"I'll go and assist the idiot." Akashi muttered and left the room as well. Well, so long for my plans of wagging class. Just need to find something else to do.