Kise Kise Fall In Love

Especially when this Ryouta Kise actually called himself his “fated partner”. The words made Koushi freeze, looking at Kise with a nervous smile. Did he really just say that? He did, didn’t he? What was he supposed to say to something like that? Was he supposed to agree to it? 

"Y-Yeah… Fated… I guess we are…" He still had no idea what was going on, still so unsure if this was what he thought it was, but he gave a small bow anyway. "Then - uh - please take… care of me…?" 

Shit, this was totally not right. In an effort to lighten the mood, Koushi gave a smile, shaking his head (trying to be discreet). 

"Oh but of course, I'll take care of you." He has way too much fun doing this with girls, so what makes it any different to do this with this guy? Turning on his charm just at the other was doubting the entire situation. He loved playing this game- even if it could be a little cruel.

He takes a glance back at his teammates wandering around campus behind them. They must have been looking for him, since he wandered away. He would probably be scolded, but since they didn't know where he'd run off to in the first place- he would have a bit of extra time to mess around with his 'fated partner'. He nods. "Yes, they are. A big bunch of giants."

But what he particularly noticed was the red string in front of him. 

He’d stood in the volleyball court, practicing his receives, when he noticed it. A red line running on the floor by his feet. Brown eyes had gone wide, staring at the piece in disbelief. Where had it come from? Does that mean —? 

And BAM! he was hit in the face. He made a sound of surprise, luckily keeping his balance. Somehow. He had no idea how from that spike but he kept himself up, wincing as he felt his forehead sting. Those nearest Koushi had worried over him, but he quickly shook them away, laughing and joking about how they definitely could win the tournament with a spike like that but that he really needed to get rid of the ringing in his ear.

Having been retired earlier than he wanted, Koushi had stayed behind to finish fixing up, telling the others to go ahead - he really wanted to do something, since he wasn’t able to earlier. That was how he was left in the gym by himself, changed back into the uniform but still with a volleyball in hand - along with a red string. He could feel his heart pound against his chest, feel his face grow just a bit warm. Of course he knew the story, but he didn’t actually think it could exist. There was no way this thing was real, right?

Narrowing his eyes a little at the string, he noticed how there was a bit of tugging at it. Huh? Was there really someone on the other end? Koushi, too, tugged at it, noting how it seemed to have gotten shorter than when he saw it earlier. That was … fast. 

Curiosity had taken over him. Taking one look back at his teammates, he started following the string - and almost immediately was met with a blonde boy.

This guy? One of the volleyball players was the one on the end of the red string? The red string that was supposed to determine his destined partner. 

Upon another thought- he realized that it would simply be terrible to assume as such. He didn't even know the other, let alone his name- and this guy was supposed to be his fated partner? He would have hoped that it would have been someone else just as enthusiastic as he had about basketball, but instead he got a volleyball player. What kind of joke was the mayor trying to pull anyway!?

The blond's arm pulled back- placing the hand on the back of his neck. It was a quirk he seemed to pull when he was thinking in depth about a situation. Which never really seemed to go well with Ryouta anyway. He was a little confused- and probably miffed about this whole red string thing. But his attention was caught by the other's voice.

"Yeah, I'm on the basketball team.." He pauses, he might as well try not to look disappointed in what fate chose for him (or the mayor)- That would be a little ungrateful. He sighs before plastering a smile onto his lips. "I'm Ryouta Kise. And..." Another pause, he wonders if he should have fun with this. The answer?: Yes. 

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Luckily, it was finally reaching the time of the year when it was a nice, brisk temperature outside, instead of the hot summer weather, making it not so bad to not be in the gym during PE finally.  to be completely honest, his favorite part of PE was the warmup laps; distance running was probably his best sport(?), more than likely due to him growing up with one of his older brothers being a runner.

As much as he liked moving around and playing sports, Yusuke honesty was trying his best to avoid consecutively playing with miscellaneous sports team members, after all the hooplah that had so far fallen on him.  Though he wasn’t on any of the teams, he had been hanging out with not only the soccer team, but also the first years on the volleyball team on multiple occasions, and ended up spending parts of the summer break with different members or the basketball group.

He’d placed himself within sight of the field, watching the never-ending debate over which group got to use it, wondering if he was going to be asked to play with the soccer team if they won this round or not, when he heard an all too familiar voice approaching him…