"Stargazing at Twilight time, will an Angel fall in my dream?"

There were many words that could be used to describe Okajima Taiga.

Most of which he'd become used to, and some he'd embraced openly, much to the disgust of some people he often spoke to in school and his own free time.

He was openly a Pervert – For him, it was only natural to embrace the fact that humans desired such things.

He was more than happy to tell a girl that he thought they were attractive, and what their best features were.

There had been a couple of cases where he'd been struck by a girl he'd complimented, most gave him disgusted stares or even shot him glares of contempt. Yes he could have found better, more eloquent words to describe the girl's physique, and yes, he probably could have said nothing at all.

But that was not the way that Okajima wanted to be.

For most people, being an open book when it came to appreciating the more perverted, things in life was disgusting, a little disturbing, and perhaps offputting.

But he didn't think it was that big a problem.

In truth, he whole-heartedly believed that it was pointless to bother hiding it, when guys and girls alike had these thoughts and inclinations.

What was the point, anyway?

They're just hiding one of their most human traits.

Needless to say, Okajima had gotten used to being deemed the most perverted guy in his year-group by his peers – If not his entire school.

He accepted it whole-heartedly, because he felt like honesty was the best policy when it came to these things, and just went on with his own thing.

Eventually – even though he didn't know when – he would meet a girl who didn't look at him the same way when he'd remark on her appearances.

He was sure of it.

He was content with that belief, and so he kept being himself.

However that didn't mean the way his peers scorned him at times didn't bother him.

Some times they just made him a little disenheartened.

It was a cool, autumn evening as Okajima Taiga walked down the streets of Tokyo, the sun beginning to lower in the skies and casting a warm glow over the city.

The leaves of the autumn trees were all shades of orange and red, a bright display before everything went bare in Winter's wake.

With his SLR Camera safely in its bag over his shoulder, Okajima was walking around in search of honest beauty, with no strings attached.

Today had been a particularly uneventful day for Okajima, one where the way his peers would view his open-views seemed to stand out far greater than they normally did.

Their set of classes for the day had gone completely uneventful, even with Koro-sensei of all people teaching them up at the Satellite campus like every other day for this last year in Kunugigaoka Middle School.

Everything was fun, lively, and yet it was uneventful to him.

It was becoming rather normal, and despite the events where an Assassin would suddenly turn up, or their teacher would get in some kind of trouble with his students, Okajima found himself becoming less and less enthusiastic and overwhelmed by the shifts in situation.

In truth, even though his school life was improving, it was growing a little ... melancholic, if for lack of a better word.

The School Festival was coming up in a few days and everyone was working to put everything together using the bounty that their mountain provided as their selling point.

There was a small edge of apprehension, but the majority of the class were rather interested to see how their plans would go.

In a way, he was too, but not enough to push past his emotional weariness.

He needed something new, something different to bring his spirits up.

And thats what he hoped to do with this impromptu search for photographic beauty.

The skies above were beginning to darken, the warm hues from the sun beginning to bleed away into indigo and dark violets.

Twilight would soon be upon the city, and as he took in the cleaner-than-usual air around him, he realized it was going to be a good evening.

If he could just find a park nearby, he'd probably be able to get some good photographs of some landscapes – Something he didn't often take instead of his prefered subjects.

The sounds of taxi and many other vehicles running through the city were a familiar background he'd gotten used to, however in this part of the city the sound of planes coming and going echoed almost louder still.

People were in greater abundance, too.

Many were foreign people from the western countries and continents, like Irina Jelavic, others born and raised here in Japan.

The one thing they all had in common was the amount of luggage they hauled with them – Suitcases and large carry-bags, signs of a long journey.

Okajima had entertained the idea that maybe, he'd like to go overseas and pursue his love of photography, though it hadn't been much more than that.

Whether they killed Koro-sensei before he supposedly destroyed the earth in March or not would ultimately decide whether he would take up that opportunity.

For now, he had a twilight evening to absorb himself in instead.

Or so he had thought at the time.

As he went to walk past the main entrance of the airport terminal, the sounds of an upset sounding girl came to his notice. The voice sounded to be around his age, though he couldn't quite be sure.

Curious, he slowed to a halt and looked around, his sharp gaze tracing the sea of faces until he found one that seemed to be in the same upset state as the voice. In fact, as he watched her for a few seconds, he realized that this was the same person.

Standing against the wall a good five meters away from the airport terminal entrance was a girl of a foreign appearance, (H/c) locks of hair framing her face, and (E/c) eyes narrowed in discontent as she spoke on a celular phone quickly. She was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a (F/c) jumper, with a pair of sneakers on her feet. The other, most prominent thing about this girl was the fact that instead of a large suitcase like most other people here, she had a (musical instrument) with her and one smaller duffel bag, which obviously contained her personal affects.

Immediately, Okajima found himself drawn towards this foreign girl, his hands automatically lifting his SLR Camera as he found himself wanting nothing more than to photograph this girl he'd stumbled upon.

It was as if something was calling out to him, and it felt like he'd regret walking away from this for the rest of his life.

She was speaking what he realized to be English - thanks to Koro-sensei and Irina's classes - and he found himself immediately intrigued.

He couldn't hear a lot of what she was saying from where he was, however Okajima could identify enough to give him an idea of what was upsetting her.

It appeared that she was greatly upset that there was nobody here to meet up with her upon arriving in Tokyo, and from a suddenly louder exclamation, he guessed that nobody was coming, either.

The mystery girl from another country killed the call she was having, lifting a hand to furiously brush her hair out of her face.

She seemed to sigh in exasperation, her agitation slowly fading to make way for a pensive look instead.

It was this very second that Okajima took a photograph without consciously realizing it.

Click-CLICK!

The mystery girl jumped in surprise, turning her head immediately in response to the sound.

And all Okajima could really do was cast her a sheepish smile in response as he lowered his camera.

'I'm sorry if I startled you.' Okajima spoke in apology, immediately thankful for his good grades in English of late. 'I couldn't resist taking a picture of such a hot, foreign girl. I hope you don't mind.'

The girl with the (e/c) eyes stared at him blankly for a couple of seconds, almost as if she hadn't understood him.

But then, just as he began to panic, a wry smile spread across her face.

'Wow, that's a new one.' The mystery girl responded, a small laugh escaping her. 'Its cool, man. I could do with a bit of warning, next time.'

Immediately, Okajima found himself greatly elated by her response.

He found himself wanting to talk to her some more.

Though the mystery girl beat him to the punch.

'So, does your impromptu model get to see how the photograph turned out?' She questioned him, amusement flashing in her eyes.

This time, it was Okajima's turn to stare in momentary silence.

But then a broad grin spread across his face the very second he realized what she'd actually asked him.

'Of course!' He announced with great enthusiasm, quickly closing the distance between them in three long strides as he brought up the photograph he'd just taken.

He came to stand just next to her, holding the camera out to show her the photograph he'd taken.

And much to his delight, she looked rather impressed.

'Wow! You're really good!' The nameless girl spoke in surprise, a smile spreading across her lips as she glanced up at him for a second. 'I never look good in pictures – That's quite a talent you've got.'

Hearing that from a girl really brought his spirits up – Yes Koro-sensei promoted his skills, but it was a completely different thing hearing it from a stranger.

'Thank you! I'm glad to hear it!' He responded.

Though he was a bit over-enthusiastic with his response – As he grinned brightly to himself, he fumbled with his camera in an uncharacteristic form of clumsiness, and pressed scroll on the review function of his camera.

And much to his surprise, it scrolled back three pictures to a picture of Hayami's chest from back when Koro-sensei first built the swimming pool up on Class E Mountain.

Okajima wasn't embarrassed by the accident, not really - He was open with his perverted inclinations.

He just didn't know how this hot, foreign girl would react.

And yet the reaction he did get surprised him all the more.

Instead of casting him a disgusted look like many other girls would, or calling him a pervert and storming away, what this girl did was completely different.

She laughed slightly in good humor, turning her head to fix him with a knowing smirk.

'Good to see someone who enjoys their hobby.' She remarked, that smirk still in place as Okajima actually gaped at her.

'Wait – What?!' He almost exclaimed, shocked to the core by the words he felt sure he'd heard.

He hoped that wasn't sarcasm he was hearing – He wasn't versed well enough in English to be able to tell right away, though he could use as many pick-up lines as there were twisted fantasies in the world.

Courtesy of Irina's way of teaching English, of course.

'It's cool – I like admiring the opposite gender's physique, too. No shame in that.' She remarked and smiled all the same, burying her hands in the pockets of her jeans as she turned to look up at Okajima. 'Anyway, the names (F/n) (L/n), its nice to meetcha.'

Stunned yet again, it took Okajima a second to actually shake himself out of his frozen state.

'Okajima Taiga!' He responded, a bright, goofy grin spreading across his face as he laughed heartily. 'And of course its nice to meet you, too.'

He was over the moon to finally meet someone else as open minded as him.

It made everything even better that it was a hot foreign girl, as well.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, at long last.

[Written for Ripetyde :) A part two will be in the works, of course :) Hope you enjoyed it, hun]