[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/CADWUoM.png[/img][/center][hr][hr][b][color=fff200]"Nemutaiiiii..." [/color][/b]

A blonde mane stirs in bed, revealing a tired lilac eye staring out into the room. It's small, styled after western culture with countless movie posters strewn messily across the walls. There are a few anime posters, of course, but nothing special, and as the tired blonde rolls out of bed, her alarm goes off. She'd woken up a single minute early. Kuroko sits up, looking bleakly at the shadow she cast from the sunlight piercing through her curtains. Tired and delirious, Kuroko starts making shadow puppets with her hands and feet, slowly waking up. This is pretty normal.

First day back at school, already... Kuroko yawns, rubbing her eyes and pushing herself onto her hands and knees, then onto her feet. She begins meticulous getting ready - as always - and after nearly two hours, she had finally bathed, shaved, brushed, styled, and put on her uniform. Now all that was left to do is her hair... which had been brushed, but needed to be perfect. PERFECT. She coats it in countless sprays, brushing and styling it until there isn't a split end or knot to be found. She smiles into her mirror and pulls down her uniform's top a bit, sticking her cellphone in her cleavage and hopping out of the bathroom.

She lives in an apartment, and not a nice one either. She slowly slinks out of her room, then over to her younger sister's room. She takes a deep breath, putting her hands around her mouth...

[b][color=fff200]"WAKE UP, HIRAKO! I'M GETTING BREAKFAST, WHEN I GET HOME YOU BETTER BE DOING HOMEWORK YOUNG LADY!"[/color][/b] She yells, knocking on the door.

[b][color=ec008c]"KUROKO I'M ALREADY UP STOP YELLING!"[/color][/b]

Kuroko snickers, hopping to the tiny living room and scooping up her bag, then slipping on her shoes. She walks out, swiftly locking the door behind her and taking the elevator down. She gleefully steps out of her apartment complex, and skips down the street, her looks dragging attention from all she passes by, just how she likes it. She approaches the restaurant of choice, something she had driven past days earlier and found interesting. Some family restaurant, or something. Shrugging her shoulders, Kuroko walks inside and finds a booth quickly, ordering herself some rice balls, pancakes, and even a rather noteworthy amount of eggs. A boxer, she needs her protein, apparently.