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The first time you had spotted him, it was in the hallways of your school. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with a wide muscular build and a thick patch of hair on his chin. His hair was long and gorgeous, tied back for an edgy look.
His name was Asahi Azumane, and you were just dying to wrangle him into your life, somehow, some way.
It wasn’t new to anyone who knew you that you often gained weak knees when it came to bad boys, their dark brooding looks pulling you in as easily as a moth to a flame. And Azumane had just that effect on you. At first, you began trying to get his attention by visiting the 3rd years hall ways more often, strutting past him whenever you got the chance. Now, you’d never call yourself arrogant, but you weren’t blind to the beauty you held, most guys following you with their eyes even when you weren’t putting in the effort. Much like that one bald kid you saw next you Azumane. Even though the object of your affection was too distracted to notice you, his friend often did.
Once you figured being flashy didn’t really work, your next option was to observe. One day after classes, you casually trailed far behind him, waiting for him to lead you anywhere that would give you the knowledge of what he likes, and what he’s into, hopefully giving you more of an advantage. When you saw him enter the gymnasium to find out he was a volleyball athlete, you were anything but disappointed. Especially when you snuck up onto the second level of the gym to watch him and his teammates complete drill after drill.
You practically shivered when you saw that he was even the ace! His powerful spikes giving your heart palpitations! He exuded so much power and sexiness, you had yo remove your cardigan to try and control your rising body heat. You had to have him. You just had to.
You slinked off with your new found information, gathering a mental to do list for the plan you were now hatching…
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It had been a few weeks since you spied on the volleyball team, and their sultry ace, having asked a few 3rd year friends of yours to find out the route Azumane uses to walk home. You took a moment to wonder to yourself if you were taking things a little too far, but quickly brushed it off. It’s not like you were harming anyone right? ...Right?
Right! IT was just a little research, that’s all. No big deal. Besides, it’s too late to think of that now that you were at this small field clearing right on one of the streets Azumane uses to head to his house. The plan was simple. Use the volleyball you had gone out of your way to buy (shit ain’t cheap) and try to practice by yourself. Hopefully he would see this adorable girl, desperately trying, and failing, to get a serve or toss right. He’d be drawn in by your innocent nature (bad boys always want to latch onto something they can corrupt) and your interest in volleyball, and then some not so innocent private lessons will ensue~
It was ***Flawless!
You bounce giddily in place, ready for the moment he’d finally talk to you. You took no time to start daydreaming of you two holding hands, him talking to you in a low, sexy, deep voice, riding behind him on the motorcycle that he of course owns, your arms wrapped around his waist, you both fiercely making out as he slides his rough calloused fingertips along your skin and up your shirt-
Okay, maybe you were getting a little ahead of yourself.
Hearing footsteps and chattering approaching you from one end of the road you were on, you swiftly shook off any inappropriate thoughts, dashing into position. You basically just tossed the ball up, using an underhand receive to keep it in the air. It wasn’t much, but hey, at least you were trying to look like a novice.
You fiercely concentrated on your task, trying to seem dedicated to what you were trying to accomplish. But second after second ticked by, with the footsteps passing behind you and no sign of reaction, you dared to take a glance behind you.
It was Azumane alright, and he was definitely looking at you. But the indifferent face he was directing at you while he still continued to walk by made you realized you had failed.
Your heart sunk, the heaviness drawing your eyes to look back in front of you, avoiding not only his gaze, but also keeping him from seeing the defeated look on your face. You had only remembered that you were tossing a volleyball into the air, when it came crashing down onto your face, the force and surprise grounding you, and splaying your dropped body out onto the dirt.
It took you a moment to register what happened, before the feeling of dread and embarrassment doubling, your view of the sky blurring as your eyes watered from the hit you took straight to your nose. This was it. It was over. You could’ve definitely still been able to get Azumane to like you even if he seemed in interested in your show of volleyball, but after that humiliating wipe out, you’d be lucky if he didn’t laugh at you every time he saw you in the halls. At least, thats what you thought what would happen before you heard rushed footsteps running towards you.
“A-are you alright?!” He wailed, slight panic and not so slight worry obvious in his voice. Azumane’s face suddenly flooded your vision, the late afternoon sun haloing his features. Wait...wasn’t he supposed to be dark and brooding? A rebel? A delinquent? Your lack of answer made him more fidgety and nervous and the seconds passed by. His reaction confirming that no, Azumane was definitely, definitely, definitely anything but a delinquent.
It wasn’t new to anyone who knew you that you often gained weak knees when it came to bad boys. As the man gently manhandled you to help you get back up and inspect your wounds, with the soft deep and smooth tone of voice he used, and the kind smile he aimed your way, you had realized you hadn't fallen for a bad boy.
You had fallen for an angel instead.