Arashi - AU - Thank You for the Rain - 1
Title: Thank You for the Rain (working title)
Chapter: 1/30
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: ????
Word count: 746
Notes: High school AU. Oh joy. My first ever AU fic. This is very, very, VERY loosely based on the Kansha Kangeki Ame Arashi PV, so their appearance and some details are taken from there.
Aiba might seem very OOC in this chapter, but I swear, I'm going to make him cheer up later. :/ I'm a little bit wary about posting this, since I really have no idea where this is going to go... I mean, I don't even have any particular pairings thought out for this. And plot? What do you mean I need a plot? XD;;; Some reader input would be lovely.
You know what I would really love? A beta-reader. :3
01. Aiba: You know what they say about first impressions...
”New kid,” Miyamoto said to Aiba as a greeting.
“Hm?” Aiba muttered, not looking away from the window. The sky was getting grey and cloudy and Aiba knew it would start raining before school was over. He wished that he had remembered to take his umbrella with him when he had left home.
“I’m just saying that we get a new classmate today,” Miyamoto continued, not minding Aiba’s absent-mindedness. It wasn’t like Aiba usually was any different. “Too bad it’s a guy,” Miyamoto sighed and let out a small laugh.
Aiba didn’t answer him. Of course he knew the new student was coming today. It wasn’t like anyone talked about anything else anymore around here. He was already sick and tired of this new boy, even though he hadn’t even seen him yet. He sighed and muttered something to Miyamoto, wishing that the boy would go away and leave him alone.
The students in his class bored the hell out of Aiba. He rarely talked to anyone in class and only the fear of getting shut out and bullied made him take part in the conversations from time to time and kept him pretending that he didn’t really hate them. He wished that there was at least one interesting person in the school, but it didn’t seem like it. And the new kid… he didn’t get his hopes up about that either.
Aiba watched how two people ran around the school yard, kicking a football back and forth with each other. A window that had been left slightly open carried their voices to him. They were laughing and taunting each other and gradually getting louder and louder. He watched how the other boy - the taller one with his hair dyed brown - suddenly stopped and picked up the ball and then shot it through the basketball hoop that stood in the corner of the yard.
Perfectly, all net. And from quite a long way away too.
“Idiot Sakurai!” the other boy laughed. “That’s not how you play soccer!”
Aiba didn’t hear Sakurai’s reply, but he heard the laughter following it. It made him smile, even though at the same time he felt annoyed and slightly jealous. Why it seemed like he was the only one who couldn’t be completely at ease at school? Why he was the only one who couldn’t act as silly as he wanted without fearing of getting ridiculed? It wasn’t like he didn’t want to laugh like those two at the yard or do silly things like that. The problem was just that he didn’t have anyone to do those things with. He didn’t trust anyone that much.
The two boys disappeared into the school building and their laughter faded from Aiba’s ears. But at that moment his class fell suddenly silent. Aiba turned to look at the direction of the classroom door and saw his homeroom teacher entering, followed closely by a boy.
Aiba didn’t know what he had expected, but this was definitely not it.
The new student was quite short and thin, and he really needed a haircut. His dark brown hair reached the collar of his school uniform, the ends sticking to whatever direction. The uniform was obviously brand new and it didn’t really fit him that well. The sleeves were too long and it made him look frail, almost girly. But even though he looked slightly awkward and was obviously nervous, he didn’t try to hide behind his bangs or the teacher. He walked into the room with his head held high, eyes scanning the students who were all staring at him. There was something very arrogant in the way he held himself. Aiba rolled his eyes. “Brat,” he thought.
“Hello. My name is Ninomiya Kazunari. I like baseball, playing guitar and singing. Nice to meet you,” the new kid introduced himself while their teacher wrote his name on the blackboard. His voice rang clearly through the silent classroom. Aiba had never before seen a new student with that much self-confidence. This kid clearly had enough attitude for at least two people his size. Aiba wondered if he would get bullied because of that or if his classmates would actually like it.
Ninomiya gave a short bow and then went to the seat he was shown. It was on Aiba’s side of the classroom and as he passed Aiba, their eyes met for a brief moment.
Aiba wondered if this Ninomiya would be as interesting as he seemed.
Chapter: 1/30
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: ????
Word count: 746
Notes: High school AU. Oh joy. My first ever AU fic. This is very, very, VERY loosely based on the Kansha Kangeki Ame Arashi PV, so their appearance and some details are taken from there.
Aiba might seem very OOC in this chapter, but I swear, I'm going to make him cheer up later. :/ I'm a little bit wary about posting this, since I really have no idea where this is going to go... I mean, I don't even have any particular pairings thought out for this. And plot? What do you mean I need a plot? XD;;; Some reader input would be lovely.
You know what I would really love? A beta-reader. :3
01. Aiba: You know what they say about first impressions...
”New kid,” Miyamoto said to Aiba as a greeting.
“Hm?” Aiba muttered, not looking away from the window. The sky was getting grey and cloudy and Aiba knew it would start raining before school was over. He wished that he had remembered to take his umbrella with him when he had left home.
“I’m just saying that we get a new classmate today,” Miyamoto continued, not minding Aiba’s absent-mindedness. It wasn’t like Aiba usually was any different. “Too bad it’s a guy,” Miyamoto sighed and let out a small laugh.
Aiba didn’t answer him. Of course he knew the new student was coming today. It wasn’t like anyone talked about anything else anymore around here. He was already sick and tired of this new boy, even though he hadn’t even seen him yet. He sighed and muttered something to Miyamoto, wishing that the boy would go away and leave him alone.
The students in his class bored the hell out of Aiba. He rarely talked to anyone in class and only the fear of getting shut out and bullied made him take part in the conversations from time to time and kept him pretending that he didn’t really hate them. He wished that there was at least one interesting person in the school, but it didn’t seem like it. And the new kid… he didn’t get his hopes up about that either.
Aiba watched how two people ran around the school yard, kicking a football back and forth with each other. A window that had been left slightly open carried their voices to him. They were laughing and taunting each other and gradually getting louder and louder. He watched how the other boy - the taller one with his hair dyed brown - suddenly stopped and picked up the ball and then shot it through the basketball hoop that stood in the corner of the yard.
Perfectly, all net. And from quite a long way away too.
“Idiot Sakurai!” the other boy laughed. “That’s not how you play soccer!”
Aiba didn’t hear Sakurai’s reply, but he heard the laughter following it. It made him smile, even though at the same time he felt annoyed and slightly jealous. Why it seemed like he was the only one who couldn’t be completely at ease at school? Why he was the only one who couldn’t act as silly as he wanted without fearing of getting ridiculed? It wasn’t like he didn’t want to laugh like those two at the yard or do silly things like that. The problem was just that he didn’t have anyone to do those things with. He didn’t trust anyone that much.
The two boys disappeared into the school building and their laughter faded from Aiba’s ears. But at that moment his class fell suddenly silent. Aiba turned to look at the direction of the classroom door and saw his homeroom teacher entering, followed closely by a boy.
Aiba didn’t know what he had expected, but this was definitely not it.
The new student was quite short and thin, and he really needed a haircut. His dark brown hair reached the collar of his school uniform, the ends sticking to whatever direction. The uniform was obviously brand new and it didn’t really fit him that well. The sleeves were too long and it made him look frail, almost girly. But even though he looked slightly awkward and was obviously nervous, he didn’t try to hide behind his bangs or the teacher. He walked into the room with his head held high, eyes scanning the students who were all staring at him. There was something very arrogant in the way he held himself. Aiba rolled his eyes. “Brat,” he thought.
“Hello. My name is Ninomiya Kazunari. I like baseball, playing guitar and singing. Nice to meet you,” the new kid introduced himself while their teacher wrote his name on the blackboard. His voice rang clearly through the silent classroom. Aiba had never before seen a new student with that much self-confidence. This kid clearly had enough attitude for at least two people his size. Aiba wondered if he would get bullied because of that or if his classmates would actually like it.
Ninomiya gave a short bow and then went to the seat he was shown. It was on Aiba’s side of the classroom and as he passed Aiba, their eyes met for a brief moment.
Aiba wondered if this Ninomiya would be as interesting as he seemed.