With the next class appeared another nosy individual. Despite her best attempts to stay away from interacting with the very important transfer, (Y/n), of course, was given no breaks. On the contrary, when she walked in and saw him, she knew he was going to bother him. Why? Well, that was her own secret, which is why she knew to make herself seem invisible. Though, why she bothered in the first place eluded her since he ended up making a beeline to her anyway. Trying to bore him, she put on a smile and greeted him.

"People call you a princess," the blonde noted, giving a scoff, "Did you know that?"

"Well, some people call me a witch, too. What do you think?"

"There is something magical about you."

The girl's brow twitched in irritation, a reaction that was wholly unexpected. Still, it seemed his goal was not to make friendly conversation with her in the first place. On the contrary, he overstepped normal boundaries, choosing to sit next to her without her say-so. The others in the class eyed one another at the occurrence. It went without saying that (Y/n) Shiratori chose who sat next to her. And she certainly did not choose him.

"You're in a homeroom with Shota, right?"

Nothing.

"Shota Yasojiro?"

Nothing.

"Careful. Keep it up and I really might think you're a witch. How scary."

No matter what the male said, she continued to stew in silence. She had hoped he would bore himself, but, on the contrary, he spoke and spoke and spoke, only ever prompting more words out of his mouth. At times like that, the girl wished she had headphones, but, alas, it was just another luxury she could not afford. So, the most she could do was sit through it, waiting for the teacher to start speaking.

To her utter relief, the blonde shut up the moment the teacher started. For a while, the male paid attention to the class, even taking what looked like notes. However, before long, the words devolved into scribbles, devolved into drawings. When she glanced at his notebook next, she found he had drawn a portrait, using his highlighters to scribble in bits of color. Though, whatever watercolor-looking effect he was going for looked extremely saturated. Still, she had to admit the drawing itself was impressive. He must have been an artist. As she thought that, the male next to her snickered.

"I caught you staring. Isn't it good?"

The girl took another glance at the drawing, wondering if it was, in fact, good. After all, it looked like he had taken some liberties when it came to doing his own portrait. For one thing, he made himself seem much more mature in the picture. Similarly, the color of his blonde hair was a bit lighter. Then again, it must have been the extent of the highlight's coloring abilities. Sighing, she nodded.

"You must draw yourself often."

"Well, sure, but this is my brother. Isn't he handsome? Everyone says so. 'Course, I'm good-looking, too, but he's really - "

The girl groaned when she realized he had started spiralling into a tangent about his elder brother. He professed his adoration for the male again and again, listing out how, in every way, he was perfect beyond words, but she could not have cared less. In fact, she would have been unable to handle it if their teacher hadn't felt the same. The man, attempting to use decorum, spoke gently to the blonde.

"Mr. Hirasi, I realize syntax might be an exciting topic for you, but, if you're unable to restrain your excitement to the point you have to practice it in class, I recommend you take a step outside to cool down."

"Sounds good!" the boy said, leaving the classroom, "I guess I can go see Yamato while I'm at it, huh?"

Thankfully, without another word, the blonde left, skipping happily into the courtyard towards someone he seemed to know. With a sigh, the girl turned her head back to the lesson. Though, of course, the man wasn't able to get out even one word before a large clang sounded outside, followed by shouts. It riled up the class, forcing many to get out of their seats to investigate.

"Miss Shiratori," Mr. Tadai sighed, giving an apologetic expression, "As the vice president, will you please see to that?"

The (h/c) haired girl placed her pencil down, giving a low grumble. When she moved to the door, her peers parted. Everyone knew about the unspoken rule not to touch her. It allowed her to push open the door easily, the girl storming to the bout that had begun between the blonde and his "friend". She was disgusted to find the taller brown-haired male throwing chairs - of all things - at the blonde.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" the golden-eyed male yelled, doing his utmost to hit his opponent, "Do I have to get Haru on your ass?!"

"What's that brat going to do? Whine me to death? C'mon, it was just a little water. Lighten up!"

In utter rage, (Y/n) came charging at the two. The blonde jumped a bit, surprised she'd been sent out, but, nonetheless, he understood the situation completely, enough for him to point at the brunette. Regardless of his actions, she had chosen to target the one throwing chairs. Pausing, she let him throw one more before she reached out her hand to him. The look on her face and the amiable gesture went oddly together, but the male still chose to hesitantly shake her hand.

"Hello," she murmured, furrowing her brows, "What's your name?"

"Sorry?"

"Your name."

"I - Yamato Hisaki. Is there something you...need?"

The girl flipped a complete 180, putting on her kindest smile and shaking the male's hand. Yamato softened for a moment. Though confused at why she was choosing to greet him at that moment or directly from her classroom, he didn't know. However, the handshake was habitual, so he merely went along with it. In fact, at the kind look on her face, he even smiled a bit back, unused to the friendliness.

"Hi, there, Yamato Hisaki. I just wanted you to know something," she grinned, only for that smile to fall, replaced with a look of irritation, "This is not my job!"

Immediately, she grabbed at his hand, pulling him close to her before she positioned herself facing away from him. Then, with a sudden and unexpected power, she flipped him over, slamming him on the ground. The eyes of both males went wide, trying to figure out what had just happened. After all, there was no way that a girl like her could have had enough strength to pull off something like that. The brunette, in particular, kept thinking it over, lost in his own head.

"We're going to the office," the girl growled between gritted teeth, "Right now!"

Still dazed, Yamato could do nothing but listen to her, a chill even running up his spine. He was too out of it to argue against the blonde for his instigation, but he didn't even have to. On the contrary, the girl made sure to drag him along, too, pushing them both into the principal's office. Still, even if she brought them in, it wasn't like they would receive reprimands. The thought made her even angrier, especially when they exited, nothing at all happening.

The brunette passed her, taking a moment to open his mouth before suddenly closing it. He must have wanted to say something to her, but perhaps she had intimidated him to do so otherwise. There was also the possibility he couldn't formulate the words or he simply didn't know what to say. Either way, she warned him not to make her do it again, to which she heard the blonde snicker. She shot a glare at him as the brunette left with a huff.

"My savior," he grinned, "That was amazing. He's just going to try and get me back later, but it was so worth it."

"Great," she rolled her eyes, storming back to class, "So glad I could entertain you."

"As am I, (Y/n)."

"We're not friends."

"Of course we are. You rescued me from that blockhead. But you do make a good point. Friends should know each other's names. You can have the honor of calling me Rei. In fact, I'll give you a bit more info about me just so you know I'm serious. My favorite color is pink, my favorite hobby is cooking, my birthday is July 5th - remember that, by the way - and - "

"I'd rather not get involved with you."

"Such a cold princess. Bet I could melt you, hm?"

The blonde kept introducing himself to her, insisting that they were now friends. Like usual, she kept to herself, ignoring all questions he posed. The only time she looked remotely interested during their conversation was when she suddenly paused and glanced behind her. She narrowed her eyes before continuing, the blonde trying to figure out what to take away from that. Before they returned, however, the bell rang, the girl taking the opportunity to dart to her next class in the opposite direction. He chuckled darkly, assessing her closely.

Hoping to get a chance of solitude, the girl entered the sanctuary of her next class. Health wasn't the most interesting subject, but it definitely was better than dealing with two high-class idiots. And it was all the better when she laid eyes on a very familiar face. She was quick to usher him over to the back of the class, a feat easier said than done. After all, the student council president was a popular guy, people rushing up to talk to him.

(Y/n) had gotten used to that popularity, learning to be patient and share him with the others. She ended up smiling uncontrollably all the same, unable to take her eyes off of him. There was always so much to assess. Narahashi was a very handsome male. On that, anyone could agree. His dark blue hair was always well kept and soft, matching his dark blue eyes and always pleasant expression. She wasn't the only one admiring such looks.

"How lucky to see you again, Ms. Shiratori."

Snapped out of her thoughts, the girl gawked up to see Shota, the redhead smiling at her expectedly. Behind him, his white-haired friend remained. The younger girl stared at that color, mumbling to herself as her eyes trailed back to Narahashi. Sighing, her mood turned foul. She decided to take out her textbook, averting her eyes in hopes that they would leave her alone. And, yet, on the contrary, the redhead decided to take the seat next to her, his friend worriedly sitting to his right.

"That seat is taken," she frowned, "I'm sure, if you hurry, you can find some place else with two seats together."

"Why bother? Or, can't this school's 'princess' help out a peasant?"

The male's white-haired friend gawked at the name, mustering up some lukewarm confidence to glance at her. He seemed enthralled, almost, evidently curious about the name. Still, whatever interest he had was snuffed out as soon as she chose to make eye contact with him. Immediately, he regressed, using Shota as a barrier between them.

"No. I can't."

"You can't? Or you won't?"

As she glared at him, he gave a challenging grin. He probably wanted her to play along, but, as always, she maintained her neutrality. At least, she did until Narahashi came over. The bluenette just had a way of making her smile, the girl at ease with his presence. Though, when his smile faltered a bit, replaced with a confused expression, she sighed, unable to look him in the eyes. She heard him chuckle.

"I didn't know you could make friends anymore," he commented, noting her red ears before turning to the new students and extending his hand, "It's good to see (Y/n)'s playing nice. I'm 'Hashi."

Irritated, the girl grabbed at his hand, stopping him from shaking hands with Shota. The bluenette could only snicker as she held onto his hand, watching as she sent another glare to the other two. He squeezed her hand playfully in response but she only yanked it back, giving a sigh. The male knew she would do that, too.

"Well, I guess it'll take you two a little longer," he shrugged, "In that case, would either one of you mind if I sat here, instead?"

"If you wanted to sit here, you should have done so instead of talking to your other friends. I'd hate to move now when Takuya and I would have nowhere else to sit together. He's shy, you see."

"Oh, well, if you put it like that," the bluenette smiled, rubbing the back of his head with shame, "I completely understand. I just thought I'd ask. If you need anything, though, let me know. I love to help!"

With that, Narahashi went and found an open seat, having no problem talking to and befriending his tablemates. His smile was contagious, too, even to the tables adjacent to him. That was just the kind of person he was. It was rather easy to get the votes to become student council president when one was that popular. The teachers loved him, too, but, really, who wouldn't love him?

"Should we follow his example?" Shota mumbled, reaching out his hand to the girl, "It's important to build trust with your partners."

Having no retort, the (h/c) haired girl decided to oblige him, shaking his hand and introducing herself. It was a basic introduction. It wasn't like there was much she could tell him, and a lot less that didn't sound strange. Still, he seemed delighted by it, thanking her for her cooperation. Maybe he took it as some sort of achievement to get her to play nice with him. Lots of people did.

When class started, she zoned off. Health as a class was utterly and completely useless to her. On the contrary, it just served to make her hungry as they started with their lesson on nutrition. The pictures of bread, lettuce, cheese, and fruit, especially, made her clutch at her stomach. Especially after she had handled that brunette, she just needed something to get her through the day. No, even the hour would be fine. The girl flushed as her stomach began telling her that, as if she didn't already know. Worse still, Shota glanced over, having heard it.

"I remember being told we could eat in class, no?"

"Mind your own business. I'll be fine."

"You...look gaunt. If you're dieting - "

"Mr. Saito!" the girl suddenly shouted, slamming her hands on her desk aggressively, "I - Just a break!"

With no warning, (Y/n) ran out of the room, leaving her bag and everything else in disarray. Shota's eyes went wide at her need to flee, reaching out his hand. He didn't know what he had done wrong, feeling a pit of guilt welling up inside of his heart. She genuinely looked in pain, everyone in the room murmuring to one another. Apparently, this was not necessarily a rare occurrence.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Saito," Narahashi sighed, standing up from his desk as well, "I'll go check on her."

The bluenette leisurely collected his own things, gathering hers as well. He must have noticed Shota's alarm, merely putting his hand on his shoulder and telling him it wasn't his fault. Though he had tried to reassure him, the redhead only felt more confused, as if he was supposed to know something. As the feeling continued building up inside, he decided to make an excuse to leave, too, in hopes of finding the girl and apologizing.

As he stepped outside, he saw the (h/c) haired girl collapsed on the ground, presumably unconscious. Narahashi was there beside her, murmuring something under his breath. He checked her pulse and her breathing before deciding to pick her up. The male supported her gently, heading towards the direction of the nurse's office. Shota, flustered, ran after them, the bluenette pausing for a moment.

"I told you," he smiled, "She'll be okay."

"But, how could that have - Did I do something? No, before that, can I help?"

"Ah, you're quite nice, huh? Thanks for worrying about her. You'd be surprised how many people just...ignore it."

"Does this happen often?!"

"Well, it depends," the male murmured, his eyes losing light for a bit before he cut off the redhead from asking something else, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't tell you anything. She'd be mad at me. Please, go back to class. The nurse will help her, okay?"

Shota could say nothing else, his mind racing with all the possibilities that surrounded the girl. She had seemed so put together, but something had genuinely terrified her to make her act so irrational. He could not deny the curiosity about whatever condition she had, but, more than that, he feared he had made it worse. So, against his better judgement, he followed from a distance, waiting for a chance to be of use, perhaps to the nurse.

But Narahashi never took her to the nurse's office. On the contrary, he left the school grounds entirely, taking her with him like it was normal. And no one stopped them.