"I'm so sorry; everything I did was out of line. I wasn't in the best of moods that day, and I'm aware that this doesn't excuse my behaviour. I don't want my grades to suffer as a result of this disagreement, as this is always my priority. Sorry." Mizuki bowed low, scrunching up a piece of paper and shoving it in his pocket. The piece of paper you had written on moments before; narrating 'Mizuki's' apology so he memorized it in time. The art teacher meanwhile, was frozen, speechless. And clueless that Mizuki didn't mean a damned word of it.

"M-Mizuki? Well then, I guess that's okay. It is your painting, but the colour scheme is completely juxtaposed. It just doesn't fit." You saw Mizuki tense beside you, and you wondered, alarmed, whether he was going to mess it all up. Again. "However, it's your work. I expect to see you tomorrow."

"I'll be there." Mizuki replied with a stretched smile, but you could see irritation swirling in his sea-foam green eyes. If this ignorant teacher carried on being this ignorant she was going to get a nasty surprise when Mizuki finally snapped. But instead she turned on her heels and walked down the corridor, the clicking of her cheap shoes oddly monotonous; and you breathed out a heavy sigh of relief. Mizuki relaxed beside you, and he smiled as he caught your attention.

"I'm glad you didn't punch her."

"Ditto. Thanks for coming though, appreciate it, since you should be in the nurses office."

"Ugh, you sound like N-" You stopped yourself before you spoke his name, as his worried face flashed across your mind. You turned away, trying to hide your expression from Mizuki; but he was sharp and instantly pinpointed your concerns.

"What's wrong now? Are you angry with me?"

"No I just- It's about what you said earlier."

"About him like liking you?" Mizuki pointed out bluntly, making you blush slightly.

"Y-Yeah. I'm worried about him to be honest."

"Why?"

"Because I feel like I should have pressed him for an answer in our argument, but I didn't. I don't want him to be worried about me, but he seemed so distressed that now I feel guilty about it."

"Oh I get it." Mizuki said with a mischievous grin. He made a crude love heart shape with his hands. "You liiiiiiiiiiike him!

"N-No! I don't!" You caught Mizuki's eye and sighed; it was no use trying to argue with his stubborn attitude. "Maybe... just a little."

"I knew it! Ask him out already! Let's find him!" Mizuki grabbed your wrist and began to drag you down the corridor, blatantly ignoring your half-hearted protests. A few passing students gave you strange looks, but you didn't really register them at all. You couldn't get the blonde from your mind, his stark yet warm lime green eyes and alluring tones; a wolfish smile that made your stomach flip a thousand times. You had only known him for a short time, and yet he had captured your heart and ensnared it in an impenetrable cage. What was so great about him? You couldn't say exactly what it was that made you so attracted to him, but whatever it was it must be damned good.

"Aobutt! Koujaku! Cleaaaaar!" You heard Mizuki practically scream down the corridor, and your head snapped up with a jerk. You spotted the little gang making their way toward you; Aoba with a scowl on his face, Koujaku laughed softly and Clear bee-lining straight for you.

"(name)-san! We were so worried! Where have you been? What happened? Are you okay? (name)-san I'm so glad you're okay!" Clear had dragged your from Mizuki's grasp and captured you in a bear hug, stopping you from answering any of his questions anyway. You tried to hug him back the best you could, but he'd pinned your arms against your sides in his innocent burst of affection.

"Nice to see you're alive (name)." Koujaku smiled down at you from his impressive height, Aoba glaring at Mizuki who was completely oblivious. Clear finally released you, and you gasped dramatically for air; feeling similar to a crushed can. Aoba finally gave up on trying making Mizuki notice that his comment annoyed him and sighed, turning to you with a worried expression.

"Where've you been all day? I haven't seen you since maths."

"Hehe... its long story." You replied, ruffling the back of your head somewhat sheepishly. You didn't really want to recollect what had happened earlier... especially now you felt a little guilty about what you said to Noiz. And Mizuki's suggestion earlier... to be quite honest the day's events had unnerved you, and you felt drained.

"We have the rest of lunch to tell it, unless... are you feeling alright (name)?" Koujaku began his statement with a smile, but his expression soon changed to one of concern when he caught your eye. You yourself barely heard his tones, and saw the world begin to swim before your eyes; your stomach doing erratic somersaults, goose bumps rising upon your skin. The wave of nausea passed as quickly as it had enveloped you, fading quickly as though nothing had ever happened. You looked up with bright eyes once again, meeting the looks of your friends with an equally puzzled expression.

"What? I'm fine! Anyway, let's find somewhere quieter..." You excused yourself; knowing that deep in your heart of hearts that these guys weren't going to let you get away without the full story. Oh, what considering, heart-felt friends you possessed. Yeah right.