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Of course, I always knew that the nickname "the main matchmaker" of the school belongs to me, but I never guessed that my fantasies would come true.
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It was a very difficult day — Monday. Physics, chemistry, two geometries, literature and physical education, but it's not for me to complain that there are so many specialized technical subjects, I chose the physics and mathematics class myself.
From the window of the fourth floor of the school, where our class was located, by the way, the only one on this floor, the tops of five-story buildings were visible, the blue roof of another school that was not far from ours flashed before my eyes, a playground located on the territory of the kindergarten at our lyceum, which you can get to by simply crossing the road.
On the calendar there was a single one, circled with a red marker, the first of February. Despite such a winter number, nature has "turned on" the spring mode in all its mighty power.
The sky is very clear, with almost no white stripes. The sun burns my eyes brightly with its rays, and even the window and rare clouds do not help to distort the angle of incidence of the rays.
My eyes were stuck together, as if the eyelids were filled with lead or a powerful magnet was glued to each of them, I tried to somehow delve into the learning process, to begin to understand something from the quiet babble of teachers, which seemed to me a lullaby, but, nevertheless, nothing came out.
I've always enjoyed looking at my classmates. Although I do not communicate with anyone except my neighbor, but it was interesting to observe the behavior and habits of such already native people for nine grades. Kenma is sitting behind me, more precisely, Kozume Kenma. Despite the fact that it is indecent to address by name, he insists on an informal address to himself. He is probably the most striking example of an introvert of all my acquaintances, always sitting in his phone or set-top box, Kenma studies surprisingly well, however, like me.
At the other end of the class, on the fourth desk, like Kenma, sits Hinata Shoyo — the eternal merry fellow, the clown of the class. A very open person with red hair and a constantly good mood. Just a walking sun, which purely and innocently illuminates everyone with its soft rays.
After all, my heart looks at these two suns of my life, although I do not communicate with them, but I am sincerely happy for their victories, whether they are small or large. And also, I want them to be together with all my heart. And I'm not even bothered by the fact that Hinata seems to be in love with Hitoka — his neighbor on the desk, an excellent student, a very sweet and kind girl who is always ready to help everyone, but I can not be persuaded in any way. Here I see him and Hinata as a couple, and no one will ever be able to convince me. A classmate once told me that she sees Kozume and Kuroo as a couple — her childhood best friend, who has been looking after Kenma since the very first grade of junior school.
Kuroo is a year older than Kozume, and this does not prevent him from completely controlling his lazy friend. At lunch, they also sit together, and Kuroo literally spoon-feeds to him, because all the younger's attention is focused on the next game on the phone.
***
Yes, I once thought that maybe Kenma and Kuroo could be together, but these thoughts were immediately refuted when Tetsuro himself, he also just called me by name, told me, in "secret", that Kenma was like a younger brother to him, and maybe even, and the real son, because he does not need to meet Kenma, he already knows him all, then their relationship would only be more like a father and son relationship, so there is no point in this. After those words, he stood up in a pose as if he had accomplished a whole feat, raised his finger to the top and said:
— I will be very happy if Kenma finds a guy who will look after him, and then I can finally take a break from him, but in no case not a girl, because this way he will be driven into himself even more, and their relationship will probably last only until the first date! He winked at me and we laughed together. Then I confessed to him that at first I thought that they might be able to be together, but Tetsuro only twirled at his temple, I nodded understandingly and said that I had found the perfect match for Kenma, but I did not name the "great" person who would save Kuroo.
***
Sometimes time passes so fast that it gets creepy… I didn't have time to sleep, after all, as I already had to change for a physical education lesson.
I was late, but I didn't seem to get a reprimand. The teacher told the head of the class to warm up, and later — to share everything into teams and start playing basketball. I rolled my eyes in displeasure, and then I couldn't open them for ten seconds, lack of sleep, after all, affects me. About ten minutes later, the whole class was sitting on benches placed along one wall of the gym and waiting for the teacher to choose two team captains who would assemble a team from our class by themselves. The boys were briskly poking their fingers in different directions, choosing stronger teammates for themselves. I won't tell you who were the team captains, and who the teams consisted of in general, because I don't remember much, but I can say one thing for sure — Hinata and Kenma were in different teams.
No one from our class played basketball professionally, it was more like running around and a lot of pathos of small children, but I just looked at the actions of the teams themselves, trying to analyze their game. There were two more boys in school uniforms standing on the windowsill, if you dig into your memory, they kind of just came to school after an illness and are now released, the teacher gave them an important task — to judge the match.
Furious shouts, the creaking of sneakers, bright orange or neon green vests with numbers constantly flashing before my eyes. But suddenly, my gaze dropped to the hyperactive tenth number of the orange team. Hinata, who had been running around the entire court like a madman, constantly preventing the opposing team from picking up the ball, just stood next to Kenma and held his forearm and told Kozuma something. After all, one of the green team managed to grab the ball, and he rushed to the other side of the court, simultaneously passing the dark red ball to his teammate so that he finally scored a point. At this time, the dyed blonde gently twisted his arm out of Shoya's tenacious paws and lazily trudged towards the shield with a basket of opponents, Hinata in two jumps reached the place where Kozume was heading, and waited for the fifth number of the greens to finally reach where he was going. Finally reaching the goal, Kenma perked up a little and tried to somehow also participate in the game, but Shoyo just wrapped his arms around his waist, hugging him, and did not let Kozuma move further.
My eyes almost fell out of shock, and my hands shook as if a real earthquake had started, in a hurry I quickly grab the phone from the windowsill, open the camera with trembling fingers, quickly point the lens at the hugging couple and take a few photos. While the teacher is not looking, I quickly lock the phone and return it to its place. Tears of happiness come to my eyes, but I stubbornly ignore them and continue to watch as the fifth and tenth numbers walk almost by the handle on both sides of the playground.
When the bell rang, the whole class quickly retreated to the fourth floor, but I go up to the locker room and sit for a while, just basking in the battery. When there are three minutes left before the new bell, I leave the girls' locker room to come to class faster and not listen to the class lady's swearing, and out of the corner of my eye in the crack of the door I notice Kenma pressing Shoya against the wall and kissing him on the lips, running her right hand into her red hair, and leaning against the wall with her left In order not to lean on a hyperactive sunny classmate, Hinata at the same moment, without wasting time, unbuttoned several buttons on a snow-white shirt, and then gently walked his hands over his torso. It was at this moment that the sound of the camera clicking on the phone reached the ear, the boys recoiled from each other in fright and began to look around, Hinata jumped out the door of the boys' locker room, but the door, which is located at the bottom of a small staircase leading to the corridor of the school, slammed, which meant only that they missed the photographer.
Meanwhile, I am looking at the resulting photos with a silly smile on the minimum brightness, and then I write Tetsuro in joy:
me:
Hey, hey, Kuroko, I just saw this, you're just going to be shocked…
Tetsuro:
Tetsuro... yes, yes, what do you have there?
me:
Why is it so unimportant?! You should be happy, your dream has come true!!!
Tetsuro:
Have you finally realized that you are in love with me? :))))
me:
Fu, Tetsuro, don't even dare to voice that!!! There is something better!
*2 pictures*
Here are Ken's photos of us from physical education class and after physical education in the locker room :))
Take a look when you're sure no one will see… Of course, I knew that the title of "chief matchmaker" belongs to me, but I definitely did not expect this
When I passed the office where Kuroo studies, by pure chance I became one of the many witnesses of Tetsuro's reaction to the photos, or rather, only I knew that this was a reaction to the photos.
Kuroko runs out of the classroom and finds me in the hallway, he quickly runs up to me and sits on his knees in front of me, making several bows, as if I were a deity. Then he abruptly rises and shouts:
— Is it true? — I only answer him with a question to a question:
— Have you ever watched me brilliant photoshop skills? — what does Kuroo tell me:
— It will definitely snow tomorrow ...
— I interrupt him and say:
— Already.
And indeed, looking out of the window, you can see dark gray clouds that recently covered the blue sky, and from which large white clouds smoothly flew to the ground.…