Well, that was a great start to the day, wasn't it? Did he want more? … Not really.
The rain had hit him just as unprepared as the verbal attack of the oh-so-great basketball ace Aomine Daiki and that had ruined the day in advance. What went against him the most was the fact that his captain Imayoshi would whistle him back anytime like a goddamned Pitt Bull. He wasn't a cursed dog! Ok, admittedly, he really got stuck on this Aomine, but he really didn't like this… guy. He was never the kind of person that others found particularly nice, or immediately saw someone as a friend, and God knows, the others didn't see that in him either. He didn't really care, admittedly, how his image appeared to others, or how likable or unsympathetic his classmates found him. He lived this way into his day, going about his duties in the basketball club and making time for his other hobbies. And that meant riding a bike until I was exhausted.
But when he had just warmed himself up, the first, at first, delicate drops fell from the sky, which heralded more. The rear guard fell on him for a few moments like pebbles. Hard and unexpectedly cold.
Now his day had gotten a lot worse, so an increase was really impossible. At least that's what the blonde center assumed at the moment.
Clenched his fist, he pedaled a little harder and raced across the wet asphalt. Due to the heavy rain, his vision was really badly impaired, but there was no one to be seen anywhere, so he kept his pace and only slowed down when he approached a small intersection.
The allegedly not occurring increase, his already really bad day, struck like lightning, which the god of thunder Zeus had sent personally.
Because out of nowhere, a shadow jumped out from the street corner, which was difficult to see even without rain, and got Wakamatsu from his bike with an unexpected force that he didn't even have time to be frightened.
In a dull moan, the air escaped him at the impact on the wet asphalt, his bike slid about a meter further over the ground and he himself had also put a forward roll suitable for a circus.
The blond giant had quickly got up again and immediately searched the surrounding area with his head flushed with anger. Gritting his teeth, he saw the person who had pulled their hood down over their face and also crouched on the floor and jumped up.
Wakamatsu snapped and gruffly grabbed the person by the collar of their sweater. "You comedian can't just run across the street like that!" He yelled indignantly.
Then the person's hood fell back and a pair of dark eyes glared at him, darkly and unapologetically. And it quickly became apparent that a girl had taken him off the bike with a tackle. Her short brown hair stuck to her face in a tangled way and was already frizzled by the wetness.
"You limited idiot can't rush around here on your folding bike!" She replied in the same harsh tone and above all in the same volume.
For a short moment the blonde was visibly speechless, but he quickly found his drive for the next verbal slap in the face."Open your damn eyes!"
Then she knocked his hand off her sweater collar with a strong jerk and fixed him sullenly.
"You are also obliged to pay attention. And now take your fucking scrap metal and get out of the field.", She growled and jerked her thumb behind her to signal that he had to vanish into thin air .
That the girl was his concern wasn't the best tactic, because he was in a hell of a bad mood anyway. A vein pumped up menacingly at temple level and in the neck. It took sheer willpower not to throw the bike at this brat. So he spontaneously decided to have another louder exchange of blows.
"How do you even talk to me?"
"As I think it's right, low folk.", She countered condescendingly and raised an eyebrow to give her words the optical I-point. "Now get out of the sun."
That was really the measure of all things. Fate had really managed to give this damn lousy day a step up. That set the bar for the following unusable days, really badly high and had to be topped first.
But before the center could even take a breath to deal with her further, she had raised her nose slightly theatrically and, almost mockingly, strutted past him.
His inner impulse was set to grab her arm if necessary and whirl her around, but a painful throbbing in his kneecap brought him back to reality and he glanced at his bike, which was still lying in the middle of the street. He was really lucky that there wasn't too much traffic in this part of the world ... save for the frenzied chicks who got you off your bike better than any football player without uttering a word of apology. On the contrary! She became even more naughty.
Slowly his patience had reached a really tricky level and he always rocked himself too high.
As he followed his thought, how bold she had acted, he completely forgot that he should have looked for the fault in himself. He had also not apologized for his wrongdoing. But while he was picking up your bike, he made up what he could say to her, but when he turned around, she had already disappeared and he was standing with his bike, dripping wet alone in the persistent rain.
...
What a really bad day.
Since the throbbing in his knee seemed like a warning sign, he no longer got on his bike, but pushed the two-wheeler home.
He hadn't completely locked his bike away again and grabbed a towel when, completely relaxed and visibly disappointed, his mother came up to her son with a letter in her hand.
"That's what you got out of it!", She warned and pressed the letter into the hand of her son, who was bigger by the head.
Groaning in annoyance, he let it through and pressed it back into her hand.
"They can forget that.", Wakamatsu growled and dried his wet blond hair. "They just pretend I'm a danger to the general public."
"You are a danger to the general public, Kōsuke.", His mother replied dryly as usual. "It cannot be that since the start of the school year you have brought home more reprimands and warnings than usual.And now you have to do something about it, or they'll send you out of school. That means no more basketball and, above all, no graduation. "
He had to quietly agree with his mother on every point. He was never the calmest, but since the start of the new school year he was actually even easier to irritate and quick-tempered than he was already. It was not uncommon for parent-teacher conversations to say that he was downright choleric. The word "choleric" made him think of old fat little men who blamed the whole world for their failure. But he wasn't like that, he was ... yes, ... ok, he was dissatisfied. By which? With everything and nothing. He didn't know himself, it was just an indefinable dissatisfaction that had just developed out of some meaningless situations that he had involuntarily and senselessly exaggerated.
Annoyed, Wakamatsu scratched his neck and took the flyer from his mother because she held it out provocatively.
"What is that?" He asked roughly and scanned the sheet of paper, on which was written the word "Pigmentum" in bright colors and strikingly colorful and underneath it was rather subtle and in small print: "Life is not black and white."
"This is the" self-help group "for young people with aggression problems," replied his guardian. "And if you want to keep playing basketball, you're going to go there regularly, take classes, talk to the psychologist and get the fuck out of your life," and with that she turned him, giving him one last evil look , turn your back and let the center stand.
See the world of emotions in colors?
He looked skeptically out of the window into the cloud-covered sky, which was mercilessly sending the rain.
Gray …
Mouse GRAY.
Yes, that is how you could describe it at the moment, or color it.