Misaki pov

Today was the first day of college. I had barely made it in and Baka Usagi never forgets to remind me about that. Like today.

"Would you stop messing up my hair!" I yelled at him after he ruffled it right after I had got it the way I wanted. For the 3rd time.

"You spent one hour on your hair, an hour you could have used for studying," he said oh so matter-of-factly.

"And whose fault is that," I muttered. He just kept flapping his gums.

"I mean, you being waitlisted means–"

"Shut it!" I snapped. He raised his hands in surrender. I smiled to myself. Usagi san has been growing on me. Despite his enjoyment of harassing me daily, I owe him literally everything. I normally don't believe in froufrou like fate, but maybe our meet was destiny.

"Oi misaki" I felt him wrap his hands around my waist. I yelped in surprise but even more at how he sucked on my neck. My jeans were growing tighter, and by the smirk on his face I could tell that he knew about the little problem I was having.

I began struggling and whining. "Usagi please I need to go to school!" I let out a yelp as his hands slipped down my pants.

"What do you think you're doing?" I gasped.

"I'm showing you how real pleasure feels like," he whispered in my ear. I pulled away hard, and he let go, causing me to fall face down onto the floor, into a stack of papers.

"What's wrong with you, be more careful," usagi chortled.

"Not my fault," I muttered, reaching towards a pile of papers. It was just my luck that I just had to pick up the one with the erotic scene that was between me and Usagi.

"You write these disgusting things, and pass them off as work?" I growled, my hands shaking.

His smirk grew wider and he said, "It brings a lot of business don't you think? I would love to to reenact this in real life."

I jumped up and raced to door as fast as I could. "BYE!" I yelled at the top pf my lungs. I didn't get very far until I  felt his cold hands on my small ones.

"Let me drive you," He whispered.

I blushed "no thank you, its not necessary, plus it would delay your work. that would be troublesome."

"If that's what you're worried about,  it would be a trouble for me if I didn't know whether you reached the school or not."

I sighed, and entered the car door. At that very moment the torture started. Baka uasgi lectured me on how to be safe, with me attempting to get a word in, bu failing. 

Finally, after what seemed like a minute of eternity, the school arrived. "oh Kami. what made so protective? I'm 19 years old! And why would anyone want to harass me or bully me." I said, waving a backwards handshake.

"misaki." 

I turned around, and I swear he had he had just gotten 10 times more sexy. His silver hair flew in the wind, and his violet eyes glittered like amethysts. "have a good day."

"Y-you too," I stuttered. wow, smooth Misaki.

He drove away, and I took a deep breath, ready to start the school day.