[Beautiful Disaster] The Contact
A/N: Idk about this, but I just want to write a KamiYamaShi :D Cliffy.
Mirai shut the book she was reading when a skinny boy in white shirt and dark pants came up to her. He was beaming to the fullest extent of his mouth that it nearly reached his square jaw. He fixed the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose before sitting on the chair in front of Mirai.
“‘Sup Miki-kun?” she asked, beaming back at him.
“Stop calling me Miki-kun! It’s Ryunosuke.” He said in a whisper. “Have you heard the news? There’s going to be a transfer student in our class. He’s coming in this afternoon.”
“Oh, and why would I be interested in that?”
“Because, Miss news writer slash editor-in-chief of the school paper, Mitsuke-sensei just told me of your next big scoop.”
“Why do I always have to do the interviewing of the new kids at school? And why do we always put them in the paper?”
“Because it’s news-worthy.” Ryunosuke said matter-of-factly.
“Why don’t you do it instead?”
“Dude, I’m a photojournalist. I take photos.” He said coolly, clicking his hands in the air like he was clicking on a real camera.
“Idiot. You can do interviews too.”
“I refuse to do so.” He stuck his tongue out at her. “Besides, you could just do the usual interview.”
“Fine, fine.” Said Mirai, opening the book she was reading once more.
There was silence.
“What?” Mirai looked up at the still staring boy in front of her after a couple of minutes.
“N - Nothing.” He said, snapping out of the trance he was in. “I - I better get going.”
Afternoon came in a flurry of usual events and now, Mirai was sitting in the classroom, settled with everyone else. They were muttering to each other about the newcomer. Just when the bell rang, the teacher came in and stood behind the table.
“Good afternoon class.” She began and the class answered back with a resounding greeting. “Today, we welcome a new student in our class. Yamada-kun, please come in.”
Everyone shifted their gazes to the door where a boy an inch taller than Mirai came in. he was wearing the school uniform and a rather arrogant smile on his round-shaped face. He flipped his hair to one side and looked at his new classmates. Several of them broke into whispers with each other. Apparently, most of them recognized him, but Mirai was an exception. Some of the girls giggled and fixed their eyes at him eagerly.
“Good afternoon. I’m Yamada Ryosuke. Yoroshiku.” He bowed, adding a wink as he stood back up at which a bunch of sighs and soft giggle were heard. Mirai however could swear that the young man addressed the wink at her.
“Please sit down, Yamada-kun. There’s a vacant seat at the back of Shida-san.” She told Ryosuke, gesturing at the seat behind Mirai and the class began.
Right after their lessons, Mirai decided to do the interview. When nearly half the class was out the door, Mirai took out her notepad and pen, turning to Ryosuke. She felt her face warm up when Ryosuke was smirking right at her.
“Er- ” she started. “Hello. I’m Shida Mirai. I’m from the school paper and well, since you’re new at school -”
“You’re gonna interview me…” he said.
“Yeah, sort of…”
“Okay, sure.” He shrugged.
“Oh, thanks.” She turned to her notepad and started scribbling, then turned to her side. “By the way, this is Kamiki Ryunosuke. He’s the photographer.”
“It’s photojournalist.” He muttered and tried to smile at Ryosuke.
“So, Yamada-kun, first of all, can you tell me something about yourself?” she said in a business-like tone.
“Well, my name’s Yamada Ryosuke, I’m seventeen, your new classmate apparently, and fortunately I’m single.” He said with a smug expression on his face.
Mirai froze halfway in writing. A flash from Ryunosuke’s camera prodded her to snap out of the daze. “O-kay. Is there any particular reason why you transferred in this school?”
“Things got messy at my previous school. You see, I’m an idol, and people just can’t get enough of me. I was attracting too much attention at the school that things got a little out of hand. Paparazzi were everywhere, fangirls and boys staking outside the school, you know. It was a riot.” He sighed dreamily. “So I decided to transfer to this school. Hey, don’t you recognize me?”
At that moment, Mirai decided that she loathed this boy more than the school bully. She shut her notepad, turned to Ryunosuke, glaring at him as he took another shot of Ryosuke.
“Seriously, you don’t recognize me? I’m famous!” he said, in disbelief.
“Actually, I don’t.” she snapped, and then grunted in a whisper. “What was I thinking, taking this task.”
“Tch. I’m going.” Ryosuke said, standing up.
“Hey, I’m not done with the interview yet!” Mirai said, standing too. “You can’t just walk out on an interview.”
He smirked at her and then reached for his bag. “Oh yeah? Watch me.”
Just like that, he was out to the door. Mirai was fuming more than she was earlier. She slammed her notepad on the table and clenched her jaw.
“That idiot…” she murmured, her face red with rage. “I’ll show him who’s boss.”
Ryunosuke gulped.
Mirai shut the book she was reading when a skinny boy in white shirt and dark pants came up to her. He was beaming to the fullest extent of his mouth that it nearly reached his square jaw. He fixed the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose before sitting on the chair in front of Mirai.
“‘Sup Miki-kun?” she asked, beaming back at him.
“Stop calling me Miki-kun! It’s Ryunosuke.” He said in a whisper. “Have you heard the news? There’s going to be a transfer student in our class. He’s coming in this afternoon.”
“Oh, and why would I be interested in that?”
“Because, Miss news writer slash editor-in-chief of the school paper, Mitsuke-sensei just told me of your next big scoop.”
“Why do I always have to do the interviewing of the new kids at school? And why do we always put them in the paper?”
“Because it’s news-worthy.” Ryunosuke said matter-of-factly.
“Why don’t you do it instead?”
“Dude, I’m a photojournalist. I take photos.” He said coolly, clicking his hands in the air like he was clicking on a real camera.
“Idiot. You can do interviews too.”
“I refuse to do so.” He stuck his tongue out at her. “Besides, you could just do the usual interview.”
“Fine, fine.” Said Mirai, opening the book she was reading once more.
There was silence.
“What?” Mirai looked up at the still staring boy in front of her after a couple of minutes.
“N - Nothing.” He said, snapping out of the trance he was in. “I - I better get going.”
Afternoon came in a flurry of usual events and now, Mirai was sitting in the classroom, settled with everyone else. They were muttering to each other about the newcomer. Just when the bell rang, the teacher came in and stood behind the table.
“Good afternoon class.” She began and the class answered back with a resounding greeting. “Today, we welcome a new student in our class. Yamada-kun, please come in.”
Everyone shifted their gazes to the door where a boy an inch taller than Mirai came in. he was wearing the school uniform and a rather arrogant smile on his round-shaped face. He flipped his hair to one side and looked at his new classmates. Several of them broke into whispers with each other. Apparently, most of them recognized him, but Mirai was an exception. Some of the girls giggled and fixed their eyes at him eagerly.
“Good afternoon. I’m Yamada Ryosuke. Yoroshiku.” He bowed, adding a wink as he stood back up at which a bunch of sighs and soft giggle were heard. Mirai however could swear that the young man addressed the wink at her.
“Please sit down, Yamada-kun. There’s a vacant seat at the back of Shida-san.” She told Ryosuke, gesturing at the seat behind Mirai and the class began.
Right after their lessons, Mirai decided to do the interview. When nearly half the class was out the door, Mirai took out her notepad and pen, turning to Ryosuke. She felt her face warm up when Ryosuke was smirking right at her.
“Er- ” she started. “Hello. I’m Shida Mirai. I’m from the school paper and well, since you’re new at school -”
“You’re gonna interview me…” he said.
“Yeah, sort of…”
“Okay, sure.” He shrugged.
“Oh, thanks.” She turned to her notepad and started scribbling, then turned to her side. “By the way, this is Kamiki Ryunosuke. He’s the photographer.”
“It’s photojournalist.” He muttered and tried to smile at Ryosuke.
“So, Yamada-kun, first of all, can you tell me something about yourself?” she said in a business-like tone.
“Well, my name’s Yamada Ryosuke, I’m seventeen, your new classmate apparently, and fortunately I’m single.” He said with a smug expression on his face.
Mirai froze halfway in writing. A flash from Ryunosuke’s camera prodded her to snap out of the daze. “O-kay. Is there any particular reason why you transferred in this school?”
“Things got messy at my previous school. You see, I’m an idol, and people just can’t get enough of me. I was attracting too much attention at the school that things got a little out of hand. Paparazzi were everywhere, fangirls and boys staking outside the school, you know. It was a riot.” He sighed dreamily. “So I decided to transfer to this school. Hey, don’t you recognize me?”
At that moment, Mirai decided that she loathed this boy more than the school bully. She shut her notepad, turned to Ryunosuke, glaring at him as he took another shot of Ryosuke.
“Seriously, you don’t recognize me? I’m famous!” he said, in disbelief.
“Actually, I don’t.” she snapped, and then grunted in a whisper. “What was I thinking, taking this task.”
“Tch. I’m going.” Ryosuke said, standing up.
“Hey, I’m not done with the interview yet!” Mirai said, standing too. “You can’t just walk out on an interview.”
He smirked at her and then reached for his bag. “Oh yeah? Watch me.”
Just like that, he was out to the door. Mirai was fuming more than she was earlier. She slammed her notepad on the table and clenched her jaw.
“That idiot…” she murmured, her face red with rage. “I’ll show him who’s boss.”
Ryunosuke gulped.