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eerythingisshaka · 6 years ago

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The Coffee Prince Pt. 3

(T’Challa x Reader)

*Part 1* *Part 2*

Word Count: 4.8k

Plot: Stuck in your ways of living, one day at the coffee shop, you run into a tall dark roast that threatens to wake you up from your romantic hibernation.

*Previously*

Hi, I hope this is the right number. (Y/N), I’m just calling to see if you would come with me to the music festival this weekend. I don’t know if you heard about it or if it is your thing, but it sounds like a nice time. We could just walk around, enjoy the sounds. Uhh, just let me know when you get the chance, or I may see you at our favorite place. (laughs then clears his throat) Umm, but yeah, sorry for the long message. This is T’Challa by the way. Hope to hear from you soon.

Your phone prompts you to save or delete the message and you carefully save it before you listen a couple more times. Putting your phone away you turn on your side, squeezing your legs together to bring yourself back down again. You remind yourself that this is still just nothing more than two people meeting up at a public place with a bunch of other people. No one has claimed nobody yet. But like Tavia said, gotta milk it for what it’s worth, and how you feel right now is pretty damn priceless.

You had today on your mind every minute up until now. When you woke up for work, you felt fully rested and eager to get through the day. Not even the worst attitudes from customers could dampen your high from getting that call from T’Challa. What a name, a melody of possibility in your head whenever you thought about him. You purposely avoided the coffee shop just to make sure to keep anticipation at its peak. You felt so silly thinking about it. Tavia told you not to get too excited because it could still not count as a date yet. The music festival was a 3 day bender, with hundreds of people attending. She thought something so large and public wasn’t something a dude would choose if he is trying to choose you, in her nicest opinion. You took her advice with a grain of salt, but one thing that couldn’t be denied is that he wanted to spend some time with you and that’s that on that!

The day of your date, you put yourself through nothing but self-love and self-care to get yourself in the right mindset. Your playlist of bops hype up your spirit as your Aztec healing clay mask dry whilst you diy’d a mani-pedi for yourself. Rinsing your face of the dried clay, you feel reborn, giving yourself kissy faces and posing to the beat of your jams. For your hair, you had to go back and forth with yourself on what to do. Your hair was currently in two-strand twists, so should you let them down, showing off all you defined curl beauty? But it’s hot, so maybe a top bun or a faux hawk type of style could fit the festival vibe. Or maybe save some time and step up the glam with one of your colorful headwraps. Would he be offended, like you’re trying to be too into his culture or…

You decide to go for a half up, half down do. Taking down your twists you pony your hair right on top of your head, spreading your curls out, leaving the other half to flow freely down the nape of your neck. You put in some hoops, and some shorts to show off your most prized possessions. You thank God and your mother for your gams. A cool patterned tank and your gold gladiator sandals, you feel about ready, taking a glance in the mirror. Your curves looked more ready than you felt as you checked the denim hugging your hips, the glint of your epidermis taking up all the attention. You were a little self-conscious about having your thighs rubbing together or the shorts riding up, but those thighs were getting some attention today, so to hell with that! Your tank was loose with large holes for the arms so your bra showed in places, which you loved cuz it was a cute one and them titties were sitting proper. Your phone notifies you of your Lyft outside. You get your crossbody bag and head out.

Closing your bedroom door Tavia sitting in the living room in a big old t-shirt and bonnet, eating some hot chips, watching the TV.

“Hey girl. You look dope, wow.” Tavia said deadpan, without even looking your way.

You click your tongue, “Why you playin? You didn't even check me out. How I look?” you say with a twirl.

Tavia looks back at you. “Mhm, definitely catching somethin. You shave?”

“Yeah, moisturized, the works.” You say looking your legs over.

Tavia waves her chip at you, “Nah, nah. Did you SHAVE though?” She asks, wide eyed, sucking the hot red dust off of it comically.

“Girl! Ain’t nobody tryna smash tonight! What’re you taking me as?”

“Well damn, why not? Listen, you walk through here with some carnival game prize bigger than the door, imma assume he got some head.” Tavia says.

“Shut your ass up! I’m gone. I’ll text you the danger phrase if this goes awry.”

“That’s mama’s baby! Good Night!” Tavia says throwing up the peace sign as you walk out.

The ride to the festival felt like a cross country journey. You took the time to recheck your make-up, fan yourself from sweating since the driver seemed to not believe in A/C. You went through different scenarios of greetings. Hey! Wassup? Hi, how are you doing? Funny seeing you here! You fan yourself again trying to calm down, feeling idiotic with every minute. Maybe it wasn’t the lack of air that was the issue.

Your phone beeps, probably Tavia hyping you or humbling you one last time.

I’m here, outside the entrance when you get here :9

The symbol at the end of the text message was not something you were familiar with, so hopefully it's not a blatant sign for something. But you hopped in your seat a little. ecstatic at the message. T’Challa was early, AKA on time and waiting for you! God, what better way to have a man: ready and waiting. And the only acceptable occasion for them to come early.

The car pulls up in the parking lot a few yards from the hoopla and you thank them as you get out. Rows of cars lined the lot and the makeshift grass-converted parking area. The cacophony of noise you here from the distance welcomed you as you walked down the sidewalk toward the welcoming banner until you saw him. T’Challa paced slowly to and fro, looking up towards the sky, hands behind his back. He dressed very comfortably, in a dark green buttoned down short sleeve shirt with some embroidery design on the front, accentuating his ample shoulder span. T’Challa’s forearms were reporting for that duty, with biceps on deck. Your pace feels slows as your feet become weights pounding the pavement. Your nerves get to you as your mouth dries out. Mixed with the summer heat, and you were officially the epitome of thirsty. You try to have a proper strut down before he notices you: confident, bouncy, baddie.

T’Challa glances and finally sees you and a smile appears instantaneously on his face as he freezes in place to observe you coming up. You try to hold your smile down as much as possible. You don’t want to give him the upperhand of seeming too eager but damn, he looked fresh. Within talking distance, you exchange greetings.

“How are you, (Y/N)?” T’Challa asks pleasantly.

You nod humbly, “I am great, thanks. How about you?”

“Much better now. You look amazing this evening.” T’Challa says with a quick glance over you. Not even in a sleazy way, just like he truly appreciated your style, the apples of his cheeks practically popping off his face.

You start fanning yourself, giggling almost uncontrollably. “Aww, I know I look a lot different outside my work clothes. I can’t compare to these arms you decided to let out the house today. Where you been hiding them?” You say, turning up the flirt a little so he knows it's real.

T’Challa chuckles at you boldess, “Ahh, stop it. My sister suggested this shirt. I wondered if she was setting me up for something.”

“Mhm, for a thirst trap definitely. But it’s great.” You’re so starstruck. “Uh, your text had an odd symbol at the end of it. What does it mean?” You pull out your phone and show it.

“Ahh, I meant a smiley face. I;m not the best texter unfortunately, so typos will happen.” He puts his hands in his pockets anxiously. “Are you ready to go in?”

“Yup! Let’s hit it!” You say excitedly. T’Challa gives the ‘after you’ motion with a wave of his hand. Once y’all make it inside, you feel overwhelmed with the crowds of people walking through, dancing, talking. You get caught up in the scene, your mind fades out not sure what to tackle next.

“Do you want to walk around?” He asks over you.

You turn to see him waiting on your answer. Your introversion was coming back strong.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, let’s walk.”

Walking down the way you pass through see a couple acts performing. Nothing really bumping in the section you guys are at. You check T’Challa in your peripheral and he is just looking around, not saying anything. There is so much you could say but you don’t know the precedence to say it in. The worst thing about dating for you was the talking and getting to know each other.

“Do you know any of the acts that were performing today?” T’Challa asks you.

Shit, you thought. You didn’t even research anything about this festival. That would’ve been a great ice breaker.

“Uh...no. I didn’t. This could’ve been a country music hoedown and I’d be none the wiser.” you say pitifully.

T’Challa nods, “So, not a fan of the twang vocals of cowboys and saloon girls? What music do you listen to?”

You shake your head smiling, “Not ‘cowboys and saloon girls’ though! But those kinds of questions are too hard to ask! I listen to so many kinds, I can't devote myself to a genre. Even country sometimes, even though I lowkey trashed it just now. It has to be done right, white people always take it and bastardize it.”

“Blues, jazz, rock n roll…” T’Challa lists.

You say with a clap, “Exactly! We get stuck with the short end of the stick, erased from history.”

“I feel similarly. I am spoiled by my country’s sound. I have other artists that I enjoy but I stick to a certain group of them.”

“Any that I heard of?” you ask.

He thinks a moment. “That's the thing too, I'm not good with names! I enjoy the art and almost entirely ignore the person creating it.” You look at him incredulously. He puts his hands up in surrender. “It’s bad, I know. But I enjoy a lot of old school acts, R&B, soul. And of course local bands from Wakanda.”

“You will have to let me listen to some of your music then.” You say, suddenly shy again. Did that come off too strong? Too eager, as per usual.

T’Challa makes a subtle grunt noise, stopping next to you, “Oh, so you definitely want to see me after this, eh?” l

You smile as your stomach does NOLA bounce routine. Trying not to answer right away, you fake a thinking pose, “Slip of the tongue, but we will see how the night goes.” you say teasingly.

You guys walk past concessions and T’Challa offers to buy.

“What do you desire?” he asks.

Looking over the menu, you really hadn't worked up an appetite yet but you sure as hell was hot in the unforgiving humidity.

“Just a slushie, please.”

“Good choice. What flavor?”

“Red.”

T’Challa looks back at you confused, “And by chance, what flavor is red?”

You roll your eyes, “Are you pushing your respectability politics off on me? Red is red, I said what I said.”

T’Challa laughs at your antics, placing the order with the cashier. He gets one too, in blue. You both walk down the way, enjoying your treats.

“Mm, this is so good. Thanks for buying.” you say as you eat the sugary ice. The coolness radiates through your body against the evening heat.

“You don’t have to thank me. You’re too polite; I’ll have to fine you for your courtesies.”

“Nooo, I’m poor, please!” you look to him with puppy dog eyes for forgiveness

T’Challa sips from his straw as he mulls it over. “I’ll let you off with good behavior, for now.”

“Too kind, my good man.” you say before sticking your red-dyed out at him in jest.

T’Challa laughs at your action, “Your maturity is unmatched.”

A bell dings nearby and a crowd erupts. One of those strong man meters is set up and is obviously a crowd favorite.

“Hey, you think you could do work on that over there?”

T’Challa checks it out shaking his head slightly unsure, “Ahh, I haven’t been to the gym in a while, I don’t know…”

You look over at the worker passing a teddy to the patron, “Well, I want to at least get a consolation prize. I’ll give it a go. Hold this.” You hand your empty cup to T’Challa, strolling over.

“Madam, would you like to take a crack at it?” The candy striped worker said, handing the mallet your way.

“Damn right!” you say confidently.

“You can do it!” you look behind you see T’Challa, beaming, holding up both cups. You square up and take a swing. No bell rung, and it didn’t make it past wimp, but the thrill was nice as you came out of your shell a little more.

“Nice try, young lady, nice try. But no one goes away empty handed. For you!” the candy striped man gives you a mini plushie duck fitting the palm of your hand.

“Thank you! It’s so cute,” You say, walking away smiling at the cute animal in hand.

“Maybe it’d ring if she sat on it.” a nearby voice said.

A white guy red as a beet sneers as you catch his eye, sipping his beer. You feel your good vibes disintegrate as he smiles pridefully at his joke, you. One thing that you haven’t been able to shake yet is how hurtful comments to your face about your weight can be. Remnants from your childhood made for a shaky foundation in your establishment of your worth. You knew these crowds would be an issue eventually.

“You sir, you’d like a shot?” You didn’t even notice until he had the hammer in his hand, but T’Challa was at the game getting ready to swing down. The ball shot up the column, rang the bell like a thunderclap, and knocked the dome clean off of it.

T’Challa looked over to the man in the crowd pointing the hammer his direction, “If you can only find confidence in talking down to others, I would suggest you lay your head right down here next time, so I can drum some sense into your brain, eh?” The white man was wiping his shirt, looking back at T’Challa all shooketh. He must’ve jumped out of his skin when T’Challa brought the hammer down.

The candy striped guy picked up the dome of the bell, “Uh, sir, did you want your prize or…”

T’Challa lays the hammer against the game, “Yes, my good man.”

The worker handed T’Challa a large, plush black cat. T’Challa took it, striding over to you. Your heart swelled with delight as he handed it to you. Not been to the gym in a while, my ass!, you thought. Those arms, back, shoulders, with some thigh assist didn’t lie though. You hugged your prize close.

T’Challa stood in front of you with concern, “Are you ok? I’m sorry if I acted out of turn.”

You looked at him shaking your head, “Don't apologize, or I’ll have to fine you!” you say with a wag of you finger.

“T’Challa smiled with relief, “He had no right to speak to you like that.”

You sigh, “I’ve heard it before, and I’ve heard even worse.” You start to walk on as T’Challa followed. “It was hard for me to fit in growing up at first because of my size, so I was bullied early on. But I started beating people to the punchline and the bullying soon stopped.”

“Do you ever believe the things people say?” T’Challa asked.

“No, not all the time anyway. It’s gotten better since college. I look at a lot of body positive people online and learn some tricks to cope.”

“(Y/N), I won’t tell you how to feel but anyone that talks about you with ill intent is either insane or not completely right up here.” He says pointing to his head.

You gained comfort from the respite T’Challa gave you. “I know, and sometimes it's not even them. I can be my worst critic. But I know not to fall for the smooth talking Negros that like to prey on the vulnerable too.” you say pointedly.

T’Challa looks to you mouth agape, “I don’t consider myself a smooth person, so I won’t take that as a warning to me.”

“Oh please! You waltzing over to threaten the guy in my honor? Smoove. Buying me a water a while back to soothe my scalded tongue? Smoove. The fact that you even got me to talk to you? Smoover than smoove.”

T’Challa laughs, “All right, enough! It’s not on purpose however. Certain traits become exemplified when I’m around certain kinds of people.” He looks at you smiling before looking on. You hug your cat tighter. Which cat you ask? WELL......

T’Challa goes on, “and I'm no stranger to bullying myself.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, I have a very smart alek, very calculative jester for a little sister who has no end to calling out my uncool ways.”

You laugh, “Little siblings are the worst. I know, cuz I am one, and we have that right!”

“Bast, when will the tyranny end!” T’Challa calls to the skies.

A stage nearby lights up with low glow blues and purples, yellows and greens. The a crowd erupts as the act is about to start up and you hear something familiar.

“Oh my God.” You freeze in your place.

“What is it?” T’Challa asks worrisome.

“Do you know them?? Oh my God!” You say without anything else, running into the crowd as the act steps up to their mics.

T’Challa trails you until you reach a stopping point.

“Oh my God, The Internet! Syd! Oh my GOD!!” You scream waving around your plushie.

Syd tha Kyd steps to the mic, crooning the crowd with her soft falsetto. You sing along right with her, enamored by the surprise. You look to T’Challa in all the excitement and you catch him smirking at you, nodding along to the music. You take his hand and raise it up to sway side to side on the track, the electricity you felt being a mix from your idols and the foine dime to the side of you. You booty bump him playfully to get him loose, he bumps you back. All worries are cast away as the songs envelope you both, each one drawing you nearer to him, hands clenched the entire time.

Their set wasn’t long, but you guys stayed for the entirety of it as the night sky cast over the park, stars decorating the sky. The temperatures became bearable as the sun finally fell. Torches lit the way for you all to see and walk around. Once The Internet finished their set and the crowd dispersed, you and T’Challa start scoping for some grub.

“Do they have any wings around here or cheese fries, or somethin?” you ask out loud.

T’Challa looks over the vendors signs and points, “Ahh, your wish is granted! I’ll go ahead and order.”

“Wait! I can’t eat wings AND cheesy fries, I was just playing!” You weren’t but you wanted to be a lady.

“It’s ok, I’ll get both and we can split. I’ll be back!” Breaking from you, he walks on.

You hold your plushie close to you as you wait. Looking around the park you think this would be a perfect picture moment for the gram. Pulling out your phone you see you have a text from Tavia.

Ummm, what happened to texting me to make sure things were good though, like….

You text her back. I was supposed to let you know if things are BAD. No news is good news right?

Going to the camera, you shoot some scenery shots. Looking over your options, Tavia texts back. Well my bad! Ok, keep doin you boo!

T’Challa comes back with wings in one hand, cheesy fries in the other. God, you didn’t know what looked better: the food or him. And you were hungry regardless.

“I got some waters too.” He said, handing you the fries so he could get the waters from under his arm.

“Ooh, good thinking. Let’s find a spot to sit.” you say as you take down a fry. Walking into the park you find an unoccupied bench and sit. The faded music in the background was very chill, setting the mood. T’Challa takes a wing, eating the meat off. You absentmindedly watch his mouth chew as he ate. The muscles of his jaw masticating, his concentration to get every bit off the bone.

T’Challa wipes his hands and looks to you, “You were amazing back at the stage.”

You snap out of your trance, thinking over what he said, “Listen, I didn't do anything. Syd and them, were going off and they haven’t made a bad track yet. I’m only a fan.”

“It was pretty cool to see you so free spirited. And I heard you a little. You have some singing in your background, eh?”

You make a so-so motion with your hand, “I mean, a little bit. I’ve never done it for an audience but my shower is a long time fan of mine.”

He laughs, “It’s really captivating to watch. I wasn’t sure how comfortable you were here, but the music brought out another side I really enjoyed seeing.”

“Right! I appreciate you noticing that. I wasn't sure either cuz I’m such a homebody and then that guy. I still can’t wrap my head around you standing up for me that way either. I never had that happen for me.”

“Oh, Bast! I haven’t had someone so endearing to do that for. He doesn't know anything about you, otherwise he would’ve dusted the ground for you to walk.”

You laugh with your hands on your hips mockingly, “Well you haven’t even done that!”

“I can't defend the Queen and clean the quarters!”

You dismiss him with a wave of your hand. “By the way, I heard you say that before. What is ‘Bast’?”

“Where I'm from that is a religious figure that some follow. A panther God.”

You cock your head to the side in curiosity, “Ohh do you have rituals, symbolism, and things around it?”

“Of course! Chants, dances, the works. Every religion just about does. Do you follow a Christian God?”

You nod. “Mhm, Team Jesus right here.”

T’Challa smiles, “Well, we have similar teaching just the practices stray off.”

“I always wondered about what religion I would have, had it not been for, you know.”

“Luckily my family does not know of that life, but I understand. God is all around us, comes in many forms in my opinion. I try to give honor wherever I am that things still grow, the earth still spins, things like that.”

You look up at the sky overwhelmed with the sensations of a successful evening, “God, it’s so beautiful out.”

He looks up. “The city sky does not compare to a Wakandan one, for sure.”

You look at him, his neck stretched back wanting to touch it, “Tell me about it. Your home.”

He leans back, resting his arm across the back of the bench. “Words couldn't do it justice. But just think about the most beautiful scenery you can imagine from nature shows, or pictures in a magazine. Then amplify it by one hundred.”

“You still have family there?”

T’Challa smiles to himself, “Yes. Mother, sister, and a bunch of people I consider family. It’s a close knit community”

“Wow. Do you miss it?” you ask.

“I do, all the time. But I haven’t thought about it once tonight.” Looking up to you, his eyes trained on your face. He says tossing a wing to the side, looking away in the distance again; clenching his jaws, resting his hands on his thighs. He looks nervous.

While studying his face you notice a unique detail to his hairline. “You have the most adorable widow’s peak. Just look at that.” You reach over, stopping midway as he looks at you expectantly, “Do you mind?”

He shakes his head. You lightly feel the curls that bunch to form this hereditary marvel.

“I wish I had one. It adds so much character to one's appearance. Like you need any but it’s like a little treasure.” you say smirking as his curls tickled your fingertips.

While touching it, you look at T’Challa who is focused on you, not saying a word. Mouth slightly agape, his eyes look to your mouth then back at your eyes. If there was ever a chance to kiss him, this was probably it.

“Uhh, did you hear me, or…” you say trailing off and chickening out, moving away a little to ease the building arousal between you.

“I want to compliment you now.” He says reaching for your hand, holding it. “Your eyes have an innocence that makes me feel unworthy to hold your glance. But I can’t help but to not look at you. You remind me of every beautiful trademark that makes a woman special. I could go on, but I don’t want to offend you. But I hope I can get to know more of you, so I can verbalize it properly.”

You look down at his long, knuckley hand holding yours. “T’Challa I don’t want you to talk about me anymore.”

T’Challa looks concerned, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

You stomach trembles inside as you try to find the words, “No, I know what you mean. But this is a lot for me to take in. I’ll say it’s been a while since I’ve been paid attention to like this, so it’s kind of overwhelming but…” you move his hand and inch closer. “I’m not a big conversationalist so I just want to...”

Your lips find each other, softly embraced in a kiss made for fairytales. But you felt so much more than what the kiss portrayed: excitement, joy, aroused at the fact that his face meshed with yours so perfect. His hand found the small of your back as your hand caressed his face gently to ensure the reality of it all. Breaking away slowly you both stare into each other, high off on the clouds of infatuation.

“Man, I dig you.” You say trying to break some of the romantic tension.

He smiles, “And I dig you, umhle.”

You smirk, “What that mean?”

“Something you should be very familiar with: ‘beautiful’”

“I could get used to that definitely.” you say, embracing him once more.

As much as you could stay on that bench forever, it was getting late and the mosquitoes were being disrespectful. T’Challa offered to take you home when the time came, but you needed a break or you might invite him up. You car arrives and you hug him goodbye. His hands wound around your back firmly, you securing yourself around his shoulders you take a mental note of his frame, so comfortable and meant for you.

“I had a great time, T’Challa,” you whisper in his ear.

“The pleasure was mine, (Y/N). Let me know when you’ve arrived home safely?”

You nod, giving him a peck on the cheek for good measure. You get in the car and he closes the door behind you, seeing you off. You hug your panther plushie tight to your face as you recap the evening. You were practically buoyant as you rode home, petting your prize tenderly, wishing it was T’Challa in your lap.

Making your way to your apartment, you open the door to see Tavia knocked out on the couch, and even bigger mess of snacks surrounding her and the table as she snores. You slam the door to wake her up.

She startles awake, looking at you squinty, “Well damn, What time is it?”

“Maybe, midnight by now?”

“Mm, decent hour, must not have given up the draws. Well go on and tell me about it” She wipes her eyes, getting a better look at you, noticing your plushie. “Uh-uh! You got a prize!! What did I tell you!”

“Bitch, I didn’t suck his dick. I’ll talk to you in the morning.” you say feigning tiredness.

“How fucking dare you! I aint get no sleep cuz of you, you aint gettin none cuz of me!”

“Girl, you were just knocked out! Go to bed.”

“But-”

Good night Tavia!”

You close your room door, tossing T’Challa Jr. on your bed. Kicking your shoes off, taking your hair down, you pull out your phone.

Home safe! You send to him. You put your phone down and unclothe to get comfortable. Suddenly a ding sounds and you dive for your device.

Glory to Bast. Sleep well, umhle.

You read it a couple of times before setting your phone back down. Laying down, you clutch your prized possession T’Challa won you to your chest as the day’s event float in your head: euphorically exhausted.

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Fandom: Hakuouki ~Sweet School Life~ Summary: When Yukimura Chizuru was taking an enrollment of Hakuou Academy, she discovers that it's an all-boys high school! So she pretends herself as a boy, though her secret can't kept it longer. And what's worst, a certain President of Student Council had interested in her despite she hasn't told her real identity yet. Characters: Kazama Chikage, Yukimura Chizuru Pairings: KazaChi, harem!Chizuru(Saitou/Hijikata/Souji/Heisuke/Yamazaki) Genres: Romance, school life Rated: T rated Words: 11, 415 Link: Byaichi126fic, Fanfiction.net Warnings: Grammar error, AU, OOC-ness, typos, light-yaoi, yandere-ish Souji

A/N: Hi guys I’m back~~!!!!!!! Apologized for delaying update this story. Yes, yes, I know how much you guys furious to me cuz I haven’t update any chapter for a half year. Well, I’m even more furious for losing all of my drafts in my old laptop for several times. Something happened to that laptop so I can no longer writing in my old laptop anymore OTL

Welp, anyway, here it is. A new chapter that you guys desired to read.There’s a few humor moments between Hijikata and Souji. Because they make such a great old married couple-ish. And there’s some yaoi moments as well.

Also, if you’ve already read the first chap of this story, you may notice that, there are many mistakes of grammars, typos, and OOC-ness. I do apologized for that. However, there’s a higher chance that I’m not going to fix it. Unless, I have a time for that.

The weather has gotten quite colder than for the past of several days now. The white, cold snowflakes haven't come yet. But the breeze in Kyoto is starting to cold, in which most teenager students have starting to wear a jacket to keep themselves warm.

Unexpectedly, Heisuke woke up pretty quite early today, in which is, his mother wondered what made her precious cinnamon roll son of hers went to school so early bird such as this.

Usually, she often woke him up. He must've up to something… well, of course, it's not something mischievous. So there's nothing she needed to worry about. But somehow, she's pretty quite curious what made the younger boy woke so early like this..

Or maybe…

"So what made my precious son woke up at a time like this. Usually you're having a hard time to wake up," his mother said, wiping her wet hands with pink polka dots apron that she always wore.

"Ngoking(Nothing)" Heisuke said while eating a hot toast at the same time.

Couldn't believe of his words, his mother continued to gaze on him while he's continued on gobbled up a toast and a cup of milk like a hungry Mibu wolf.

It took a moment then she finally figured out, giving a playful smirk on her face. When Heisuke noticed of a familiar smug that reminds him of so much of his prankster friend, Heisuke could felt shivered in spine as if his mother has been reincarnated into Souji by now.

"What's the matter, mom?"

"So that's how it is.."

"That's how what?" Heisuke said dumbfoundedly.

"Don't try to hide already, Heisuke. I know you're trying to impress Chizuru-chan actually."

At that, Heisuke couldn't helped but to gap like a fish. His innocent face was flushed into red as if he had saw his childhood friend in naked for the very first time.

His mother chuckled.

He is as innocent as her husband back in the old days.

Aaah… memories.

Heisuke denied himself and stuttered, "I—It's not that I l-like her or something! I mean, well, yeah, I do like her. But I actually like her as a childhood friend and all, so—"

Heisuke's mind was starting to mess.

He had no idea what is he blurting all about now. The more he blurted out nonsense, the more his secrets about his feeling toward Chizuru has been revealed.

He then gripped his brown hair as if it could help him calm down while yelling at the top of his lungs.

As his mother continuedly giggling, once the younger boy was realized she was making fun of her son, feeling frustrated, the younger boy couldn't take it anymore!

"Aargh! That's it! I have to go now!" Heisuke said, tried to leave the house as fast as he could so that his mother could stopped making fun of him.

"Heisuke, wait!"

What is it now..?

The younger boy stopped in mid-walking, waiting for his mother reached him. She gave him her usual morning kiss on his forehead, praying him to do his very best in school.

"And don't forget to confess your feeling for her once you meet Chizuru-chan."

At that, Heisuke flushed in red the part of 'confessing feelings'. Turning his face away from his mother, he dashed away out from the house.

His mother giggled once more.

He is so much like him.

Her thought wandered off as she remembered her college life with her husband.

You too again?

You guys have been together quite often since childhood now.

Yea, don't tell me you two like each other.

At that, his husband couldn't helped but to flush in embarrassing. Flailing his arms in front of him to deny himself toward his college friends.

"O-Of course not. It's not that I l-like her or something. I mean, I do like her. But I like her as a childhood friend, so—"

It feels so nostalgic just thinking about it. Brown eyes wandered above the ceiling, as if she velieved her love was watching them from the sky.

Oh… hun, I wish you could see our son…

Heisuke released a very loud exhaled from his lips, frustrated of how his mother enjoyed teasing him just because he's the only son she ever had. He neither has big sister/brother not youngest sister/brother. And so as father. From what he heard about his father, he died from cancer. Despite he had lost his father, his mother was as optimistic as ever. If the only he has a normal mom like Saitou and… Chizuru.

His face turned into a slightly grim upon of thinking childhood friend's mother. He was very lucky to have met the brunette's mother. She was so kind, beautiful, and elegant like Goddess Venus.

Being around with her makes him felt like he was floating around in Heaven already. Unfortunately, after he and his mother moved to somewhere else, her childhood friend's parent died in a car accident and the only survived were the twins.

Ever since the Yukimuras parent died, Chizuru has been taken by an adoptive father, Yukimura Kodou, whom been very busy with his career at the overseas. While Kaoru has been taken by Nagumo family in which, they're hardly spending times together like the old days.

If the only….

If the only the drunkard knew where he's going to, she could have live with her family along with Kaoru in happiness and peaceful by now.

Just thinking about Chizuru crying alone when she was in pain from loneliness brings the younger boy hurt him deeply than having an unrequited love about her.

As he realized he's been thinking pessimistic about his own childhood friend, Heisuke slapped his cheeks in multiple until it turned numb, he scolded himself not to thinking the brunette this way.

No…

He shouldn't think this way.

He shouldn't think his childhood friend like that!

He should've been grateful that Chizuru taking an enrollment in here.

"Alright! Try to be cheerful as usual!" Hesuke said, determined to be a happy-go-lucky boy.

Upon of walking to his usual routine, the younger boy recongnized a feminine back and uniform.

It's Chizuru…!

Decided to greet her as usual, Heisuke remember of Chizuru's darken face. What kind of face would she make once he greeted her.

The thought of her forced and pain smile face really broke his small heart little by little.

Shook his head slightly to leave those dark thoughts on elsewhere, turning on his heels to catch the brunette girl.

"Chizuru!" Heisuke chirped.

When the brunette recognized the voice, she turned her face and curled her lips upward upon of meeting her childhood friend in the morning.

"Ah..! Heisuke-kun, good morning." She greeted happily.

When Heisuke heard her sweet and happy tone, he noticed that his childhood friend has no longer hurt or sad adnymore. Instead, it has been exchanged into her usual happy smile like a young child.

What made her back to normal?

Has she forget of her feeling toward the President?

Whatever it is, he was so glad to see Chizuru smile. Her smile had always cheered him up and encouraged him to be a better student.

Grinning widely like an excited little boy, Heisuke crossed his arms at the back of his head as he continued to smirk like an idiot as he is now.

Chizuru blinked, confusedly. Notice that her childhood friend acted… weird. She tilted her face slightly as she tried to finds of whatever behind on that smirk. "Is something wrong, Heisuke-kun?"

"Ahh. No. it's nothing, really." He waved off his hand as if there's a fly around them. " It's been a while since I last saw your smile."

"O-Oh… so that's how it is. I'm sorry Heisuke-kun." She bowed in apologetically, while using her usual timid tone.

"No, no. it's fine. In fact, for several days, you've been like a ghost and I kept wondering whether you're already dead or something."

"Geeze.. Heisuke-kun." Chizuru whined, hitting his arm in playful.

Laughing and giggling together, they astarted to continue walking all the way to reach to school.

Upon of walking to Hakuou Academy at the street, Heisuke started to babble as usual.

"…And Hajime and Souji started to argue just because of that bastard President!"

"Was that really happened?"

Heisuke nodded. "Yea! Ever since then, Hajime-kun has been a bad terms with Souji, hanging out more with Kazama than us all."

"Was Kazama-senpai really… seduce Saitou-senpai?"

"Yes, it's true! If the only you could see what happened between them." Heisuke sighed. "I can't believed he would do that to Hajime-kun. But Souji— Souji is the worst! He—"

"What about me?"

"Right, Souji. You were kissing Chizuru's twin—" Turning around at the familiar male voiced, "S-Souji..!" Heisuke exclaimed in shocked. "S-Since when have you been here?!"

"Hmm let's see…" Souji said, putting his callous fingers on his chin. "Since you say that Kazama bastard is doing some gay stuff on Hajime-kun."

"I-I nevery said something like that!" Heisuke yelled like a dog. His face swift back ot his childhood friend, "Chziuru! I never said something like that, right?!"

N-Not really…?" Chziuru replied, not knowing what to answer at this. Her almond-brown orbs eyed on the older senpai, being kind and innocent kouhai as she is.

"Good morning, Okita-senpai."

Okita replied with his suual attractive twinkle eye on Chizuru. "Good morning, Chizuru-chan.: Cupping her chin tenderly, he gave her a chaste kiss on her cheek in which, brings her cheeks and ears flushed in red.

Heisuke gazed on them in disbelief and gapped like a fish.

"S-S-Souji!" the younger boy exclaimed. "What did you think you're doing?!"

"…Kissing her? What did you expected?" Souji replied simply.

"I-I know that!" As Heisuke was too lost in words, Souji's smirk grown to wider than ever.

"What? Don't tell me you've never get a first kiss from Chizuru-chan's cute lips before."

"O-Okita-senpai?!"" the brunette squeaked at how the older senior calls her lips cute.

"I-It's not something like that!" Heisuke yelled. "It's just—"

Okita ignored the younger boy denied himself, replying with a 'hmm' on his lips and thought deeper.

"Well, speaking of first kiss, I wouildn't mind taking Chziuru-chan's first kiss before that Kazama bastard takes it first."

Okita's smug widen darkly as he watched every reaction the brunette girl made.

The deeper scarlet her cheeks and ear were, she hid her face with her both palm of hands.

"Oi! What's with the commotions?!" a familiar male voiced yelled at the three students. Their eyes met at the onyx orbs.

"Well, well, well." Souji said with a slight of disappointing tone. "If it isn't the Oni sensei."

"What the hell are you mumbling about Souji?! Shouldn't you three of you suppose to be in school by now..?!"

"Relax, mother rooster." The raven-haired man felt an urged to twitch his left eye on annoyance upon of hearing Souji's new nickname. "It's not that we're gonna get punishment from being late. …Compare to you though.." There was a dark smug on his face as Souji started 'this' subject

At that, Hijikata had the greatest urged to explode by now. Oh yes, he remembered that day, the day he was suppose to force Souji going to school. But when he can't find his hiding place, he had heard from Harada that Souji had already gone to school already. In which, he's got himself a punishment from none other than the strict Saitou Hajime despite he's taking a responsible of the Discipline Committee.

Damn that Souji brat…

If he had known that Souji already gone to school, he wouldn't have ti waste his time by seatching him already.

That brat…!

He was totally making fun of him!

"I have to say, Hijikata-san. Never thought you'll eventually got yourself a trouble despite being a so-called-stern-and-strict teacher. You won't be an amazing teacher as Kondou-sensei."

"You little brat..!" Hijikata hissed. "You sure have no manners to the elders. Hasn't Kondou-san ever teach you how to be polite to your superior?!"

"Well, if I remember correctly, Kondou-sensei has taught me Kendo only. He never said something about being polite toward surperior especially an old man like you."

"O-Old man, you say…?!" It's because their argument has been started the two of them had forgotten of Chizuru and Heisuke presence by now. "Do you have no idea how old I am?!"

"Yes." Souji said confidently. "You're 48 years old and you'll be called a pedophile if you're dating Chizuru-chan at this rate."

The brunette girl gasped upon of finding out Hijikata's true age.

"H-Hijikata-sensei, is it true?"

"What?!" the raven-haired man exclaimed. "Of course not! I'm 23, you little brat!" The 'little brat' part wasn't meant for Chizuru of course. It was meant for Souji.

"Is that so?" Souji replied with a 'hmm' as he thought deeper and noticed something amusing. "Well look at that."

"What now?"

"You've got a strand silver hair already." Souji smirked. "This is what happened for yelling and screming all day, old man."

"S-Souji—!"

As Chizuru watched them bickered like an old married couple with non-stop, Heisuke started to whisper next to her ear.

"Psst Chizuru! Now it's our chance to go to school now."

"Wha..? but what about those two?"

"They're always bickering a lot that they even noticed the two of us. Let's go!"

"Well, um.. okay."

At that, they began to turn on their heels as the brunette girl watched their very last argument before their figures became smaller and smaller.

"Waaahhhh… it's starting to cold lately." Heisuke yawned out loud as he stretched his arms above the cold air.

"It looks like it."

"So how's thing with your dad?"

"Ah..? Well…" Chizuru began. "He's fine at the overseas. However, he won't be home."

"Even almost Christmas?" Heisuke couldn't helped but to gap like a fish.

"S-Something like that." She murmured softly, her eyes filled with sadness in loneliness the thought of her father.

Lately, she hasn't got a message from Kodou quite often now. Usually, her adoptive father often sent her a message once for 2 months now. It was as if, his career has been kept him away from sending a letter for his adoptive daughter. If the only she could confess him how she missed him so much… Then again, she didn't want to bother him knowing that being doctor often busy.

Chizuru's face soon brightened back in happiness when Heisuke suggested something that interests her.

"In that case, you can celebrate Christmas in my house!"

"R-Really….?!" The brunette said in disbelief. She couldn't figured whether she was suppose to be happy or excited or surprised. Maybe three of it..?

Heisuke nodded. "Yeah. After all, it's been a while since we last celebrate Christmas party together. So it's our opportunity to celebrate again..!"

"Ah, inviting your childhood friend to your party while you never invite us. You can be cruel, Heisuke-kun." A familiar male voiced, yet with a dangerous and threat tone spoke. His face was darkened as if he's intending to kill the younger boy here and now.

"S-Souji..?!" Heisuke exclaimed. "I-I thought you— urgh…!" Souji distracted him from speaking by gripping his small neck like an angry crab's took vice-grip on humans' curious finger.

"O-Okita-senpai, stop!" Chizuru put her hands on Souji's arm, gesturing him to stop although the older senior doesn't seem to care at all.

"All childhood friend this and childhood friend that really annoys me, you know."

Heisuke couldn't say any word as he tried to find a way to get some air. But Souji's grip was too powerful that he could felt his neck is going to snap by now.

"If you're trying to say sorry wouldn't help anything."

"O-Okita-senpai…" Chizuru murmured his name softly as she saw something behind on that emerald orbs.

Never in her entire life has she ever sees the older senpai looks frustrated and angry. What made him angry so badly…? She couldn't remember that Heisuke has ever done to him that's unforgivable before. Even if they are, Souji would often take revenge by blackmailing his embarrassed to the whole students of Hakuou Academy.

Okita-senpai…

Could it possibly be… he missed Saitou's presence next to him? Now that she mentioned it, he does often has a wide smirk on his face whenever he's with the indigo-haired man. But now's that they have a bad term, Souji's behavior has gotten weirder and aggressive now.

How can she make him feel better? Even if she begged Saitou and Souji to make-up something, there's no doubted that they would do it.

Urgh… it's her fault..

She shouldn't show that kind of side for the past of weeks ago…

"Let's see…" Souji began, as he was in a deep thought, while his grip was still around Heisuke's neck. "I'll forgive you if you invite all of us to your-so-called-Christmas-party."

"A-Aggh—Is that… i-it..?"

"Hm? Did you say something?"

Heisuke instantly shook his head.

No.

He has to say something that could satisfied Souji. At this rate, he's definitely getting killed by him whether it's crime or no.

"A-Alright, alright..! You can—go to the party as well."

"There." At that, Souji had finally ungrip his hold, giving his usual not-so-innocent smile on his smile.

Feeling weak from not enough air, Heisuke ended up on falling down on the floor, try to get some oxygen as he coughed and hacked at the same time.

"Heisuke-kun, are you alright?" Chizuru said worriedly as she kneeled down next to the younger boy's body who's still trying to catch some air.

"Y-Yeah… somehow." As Souji's eyes went on elsewhere, Heisuke felt an urged to glare on the older senior in frustrated. "What the hell is wrong with you, Souji?!" Heisuke unexpectedly exclaimed. "You could've almost killed me you know that? What? Did you have to release your anger on me just because that Kazama bastard took Hajime away?"

Souji's ears then twitched slightly like a cat upon on hearing a name of the President bastard and the indigo's name at the same sentence.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't hear very well. Could you please repeat again, Heisuke-kun?"

With that dark tone, Heisuke felt an urged to get away from Souji's appearance somehow. But it didn't last longer then, Souji's rare dark face disappeared when a familiar exploded man yelled at him.

Instead of showing a disappointed expression, Souji's face brighten in a little happiness upon of hearing the usual yell, maybe..?

"Souji..!" Hijikata raised his voice, while chasing after his prankster student. "We're not finish yet!"

"Yare, yare… he sure quite energetic in early morning like this." Souji sighed.

Grabbing Chizuru's and Heisuke's hands together, Souji along with the two students turn on their heels while getting chased by an explosive Hijikata Toshizou. The brunette couldn't helped but finds herself feeling a little déjà vu at this moment. Something's familiar is gonna happened between them. Once they're about to reach at the school gate, someone would stop them entering unless—

Before their feet have finally stepped into the Hakuou Academy, the gate instantly closed with a split second.

The person who closed the gate would be none other than—

"You're late." Saitou spoke with his usual monotone voice of his.

"Eeeeehhhh?!"

Heisuke and Chizuru exclaimed at the same time in disbelief.

Her prediction was true.

A certain member of Discipline Committee would definitely stop them.

But…

"Wh-what do you mean by late…?" Chizuru murmured confusedly.

"Yeah." Heisuke agreed from his childhood friend. "I know that we should go to school as early as possible. But coming late on 5:45?! Are you freakin crazy, Hajime?!"

"Oi, Saitou." Hijikata said as he finally arrived at the gate as well, forgetting his reasons why he had to chase Souji. "What's with all this? Having students a little late just because they're arrived on 5:45? Don't you think you're a bit—"

Before the raven-haired man complete his sentences then, Saitou cut his words off, "Hijikata-sensei, with all due respect, sir. What I'm doing now is following rules."

"Hah?!" Hijikata exclaimed. "What kind of damn rule is that?! Who the hell—"

"Rule 333, page 521, and line 4; every students and teachers should not be late in 5:15 from now on. Have you check the new rules yet, Hijikata-sensei?"

"N-New rules..?!" Hijikata gapped like a fish. "What kind of new shitty rules is fuckin that?! I've never heard a new rules before…!"

"Several new rules had already made by Kazama-kaichou. Oh, and Hijikata-sensei." Saitou took out his book to write the raven-haired man's full name. "Another new rule; Rule 333, page 521, and line 8; do not use a swear language."

"K-K-Kazama….?!" Oh that is it! He is so going to cut his guts now! That damn President..! Why the hell did he makes those kind of rules anyway?! "Move, Saitou! I need to see that bastard Kazama!"

"Unfortunately, I cannot do that." Saitou said without hesitatedly.

"And why not?!"

"See?" Souji murmured under his breathed as he along with Heisuke and Chizuru watching them as if they were watching some kind of theatre play. "I knew that Hajime-kun is protecting that damn President."

"I can't let you go unless you've already received the punishment by now."

"Saitou—"

"Or, if you refused to accept the punishment, I report this not just Kazama-kaichou. As well as Kondou-sensei and Serizawa-sensei. Is that what you want?"

Hearing the name of Serizawa gives Hijikata shivered in disgusted. To think, of all someone wanting to report to Serizawa would Saitou— That damn President bastard…! Has he already casted a dark spell on Saitou's naivety already …?!

After several moments, couldn't take it anymore of it, Hijikata finally give up, digging his long and tender fingers on his scalp in frustrated.

"Geez… alright, alright! I accept the punishment already." The raven-haired man took a glanced on the three students, then back to Saitou's. "Also, you should let those three students go as they're innocent actually."

"And how can you give a proof?"

"It was my fault that I let them going to school a little late." At that part, Chizuru couldn't helped, but to wide her eyes opened at that. What..? Why would Hijikata do that..? "If I hadn't met Souji and the others a moment ago, they must've already be in school by now."

Saitou took a glanced Chizuru and the others for quite some times, then to Hijikata. There was a nervous expression behind on his-so-cold-onyx orbs. It took a moment then the indigo had finally replied.

"…Alright. I believe you in this, Hijikata-sensei."

The raven-haired man nodded, secretly sighed out as he could at least protect the students from the President's trap. His onyx orbs eyed on the students.

"Oi, you three." Hijikata called them. "Hurry and go to class already."

"A-Ah..! Y-Yes, Hijikata-sensei!" Heisuke chirped. "Let's go, Chizuru."

"Y-Yes!" The brunette girl replied, letting her childhood friend takes her hand as they both entered the Hakuou Academy to reach to their classroom.

Souji, on the other hand, took a glanced on Saitou, while the indigo ignored of his-so-called-best-friend's stare as his eyes were focused on the raven-haired man's figure. Souji couldn't helped but felt an urged to sigh out loud. To think, Saitou wouldn't talk to him or look at him or acknowledge the emerald-green orbs man's presence since morning.

"Whaaaah… Hijikata-sensei, you're a lifesaver" Heisuke said like a sing-along tone as two students walked into the hallway to get to their classroom. Souji was no longer with them anymore.

"I have to say, Hijikata-sensei can be a very caring teacher, huh?" Chizuru commented, finding her cheeks flushed in red just thinking how amazing he was protecting the students like a shining knight in armor tried to slay a dragon to save a princess who's stuck in the castle.

"Well, duh. Hijikata-sensei has always been a kind teacher actually."

"Really?" Chizuru blinked in disbelief.

Heisuke nodded.

"He may look cold and stern teacher, but deep down, he's actually a very kind sensei. Back then, I remember how Hijikata taking care of Souji who's got himself sick for a few days ago. Since Hijikata-sensei lives alone in the apartment, he took Souji to his room so that he could takes care of him easily."

"Wow… I never expected that kind of side from Hijikata-sensei before…"

Just what the idiom says, don't judge a book by its cover. Hijikata may looked a cold-hearted teacher, the more she observed him, the more she gets to know of Hijikata's true nature.

Her thought about Hijikata soon disappeared as it changed into a man named Serizawa.

Serizawa..

What kind of person Serizawa is he..?

From what she sees how Hijikata reacting when he heard of that man's name, it look like he truly hates this Serizawa. His hatred for that man is deeper than Kazama's one.

"Umm… Heisuke-kun?"

"Yeah?"

"Just what kind of Serizawa-sensei, anyway?"

"What? You never heard of it?!" Heisuke said in a slightly of disbelief.

"W-Well, of course, I'm new in here. But I've always heard that man's name from Ibuki quite a lot so.."

When the brunette took a glanced on her childhood friend, his expression looked grim as if he was forced himself to eat something that he despised so much.

"Umm Hei—"

"Ummm!" Heisuke began. "How about we talk about this when recess coming? We can let everyone tells you everything about Serizawa-sensei and all."

"Oh, umm. Ok."

"Great!" Heisuke chirped. "Well, my classroom is that way, so you better go to yours or else Hajime-kun would definitely giving you a punishment.

"I.. I will." Chizuru gave an awkward laughed.

Nodding in happily then, Heisuke turned on his heels then waving his arm wider to Chizuru until he was no longer.

Intending to return back to her classroom, the breeze started to turn colder. Chizuru puffed her both palm of cold hands to make sure her hands keep her warm. Maybe she should have brought mitten as well..

Taking a glanced on the blue-sky, Chizuru wondered if everyone's behavior had changed because of her…

When lunch coming. At the laboratory room.

"So I've heard that you've become that Kazama bastard's slave right now."

Saitou took a glanced on Nagumo, who started an unexpected conversation. They usually didn't talk a lot of subject, even if they're, it would be relating of being an over-protective Nii-san to Chizuru.

The laboratory room was very quiet between them. There isn't a lot of members Discipline Committee for today as they're prefer eating lunch in the cafeteria or garden. Saitou usually eats at the garden as well, but he decided to skip eating lunch as he would rather not wanting to see Souji and the others.

Sooner or later, Saitou's eyes gazed back to his book.

"I'm doing what he asks for."

"What do you mean by 'he asks for'?" Nagumo narrowed his eyes at that. "You do realized we, the Discipline Committee had never have a good term on the Student Council. Even Hijikata-sensei had a very bad term with that self-important president."

"Having a good term or no, I'd just follow what the rules said."

Nagumo sighed, felt an urged to give a face-slapped on his face.

"It's hard to believe you can be such a naïve one, Saitou."

Saitou remained silent then as he remembered what happened when he was suppose to give the President a punishment.

"So what kind of punishment should I receive, Saitou-kun?" Kazama said with a purr, putting his fist on his chin, while his crimson eyes hadn't laid on elsewhere except the younger senior's ocean-blue orbs.

"Stop calling me that. You're disgusted me." Saitou said coldly.

"Oh? But if I'm not wrong, wasn't I suppose to come here for a punishment?" Kazama smug turned wider than ever.

"That's right. However, I never ask you to seduce me."

"What? I'm just calling your name only. ..Don't tell me I should call you Hajime instead. Don't you think that would make our relationship had grown deeper?" Kazama chuckled at that part.

Before Saitou tried to deny himself, Kazama's was right. If he wouldn't let him call 'Saitou', what would it be then…? Hajime would definitely not in the list as that would make everyone completely shocked how the President could able calls his first name in freely.

"…I won't punish you unless you'll tell me the truth."

"The truth?" Kazama tilted his head slightly in confused.

"What made you seduce me all of a sudden? Shouldn't you suppose to be around with Yukimura-kun?"

He wanted so much to ask him what did the President do to make the Yukimura girl's behavior change all of a sudden. Does this man is the fault that brings the brunette changed?

"My wife is acting strange." Kazama answered simply. His usual smug suddenly disappeared and became quite serious like the-so-called-Oni-President.

Saitou blinked at that.

"You didn't know?"

"Know of what?"

"You didn't know..? Yukimura-kun's behavior had change because of you?"

"Me?" Kazama said in perplexed.

Saitou gazed on the President longer than usually. Sooner or later then, he gave a soft sigh.

Ahh… just as he thought.

Kazama is guilty.

"As I thought. You're not the reason that the Yukimura-kun changed completely." Saitou mumbled.

"What do you mean?"

Saitou had no reason to keep this to the President, in which, he answered the blonde-haired man's question.

"I believed, everyone took a blame on you for Yukimura-kun's behavior."

"Are they?" Kazama smirked in amusingly. Well, what can he say? They were all jealous just because the President had caught the brunette's heart before them.

"And what about you?" Kazama began, in which, brings Saitou's eyes laid into the crimson ones. "Do you blame me as well for my wife's strange behavior?"

There was a long quiet moment between them and it took a moment then Saitou has finally answer.

"I don't see a point to blame you." Saitou started. "Rules 221, page 325, and line 4; never blame on someone unless there's a proof."

"Is that so? I was expecting you'll side on your friends."

"As a member of Discipline Committee, rules are important to me. It could maintain the school whether I have to betray my friends or not. …Even Souji.

"You're pretty quite strict on rules huh? ..Even stricter than Hijikata." Kazama chuckled deeply. "How about this?" The President began as he waited the indigo-haired man gazed on him. "How about I make more rules. To make sure the school is in so-called-balance"

Saitou blinked at that, but follow of whatever the President planned for.

Whether he betrayed his own friends especially Souji just for the sake of the rules, as long as Hakuou Academy is maintain to be a perfect school, Saitou willing do everything to follow whatever kinds of rule, included made by the President.

"You're not going to eat with my sister and the others?" Kaoru's words bring Saitou back to reality. "I've heard from the other classmates that Okita won't eat with them today."

"…No. There are many things I have to do than eating lunch with them." Saitou said, started doing his job as a member of the Disicipline Committee.

And so, Nagumo nodded in agreement as well, returned back to work together with him.

"Chizuru! Over here!" Heisuke called his childhood friend as he waved his arm wider so that the brunette could found him.

The young brunette waved to her childhood friend back and went toward to the others to sit next to Heisuke. The only take a recess on the rooftop is only Heisuke and Yamazaki. Souji and Saitou was nowhere to be found.

"Good day, Yukimura-kun. It look like you're fine now."

"Good day to you to Yamazaki-senpai. Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern."

"It was my pleasure." Yazamaki smiled innocently. "If you ever feel sick or unwell, do visit in the infirmary if you would like. …That is, when Sannan-sensei isn't around in the infirmary."

"R-Right…" Chizuru couldn't helped but to give an awkward laughed at that as she remembered just how much creepy the school nurse is.

"So how's the class?" Heisuke said as they started their usual conversation, Chizuru finally decided to talk about Serizawa.

"I think it's fine…" Chizuru replied. "Ryuunosuke-kun had been fainting for quite a lot for today. According from Harada-sensei, he's been lacking from eating a lot now… I'm actually worried him…"

Heisuke and Yamazaki gave a pathetic sighed about Ibuki, in which, giving Chizuru looked at them in dumbfounded, as if she missed something about Ibuki.

"Well… Ibuki was adopted by the founder of Hakuou Academy, Serizawa Kamo. Despite being a rich family, Serizawa is too selfish to give money for Ibuki…" Yamazaki finally replied.

"The founder of Hakuou Academy? I thought Kondou-sensei is the founder of Hakuou Academy" Chizuru blinked.

"Well… it's more like the two of them make the Hakuou Academy together." Heisuke murmured softly. "Serizawa-sensei had retired since it's been decided to make this school for boys only before you enroll the school. Despite he had retired though, Serizawa-sensei still comes here rarely to make sure the school was perfect as ever."

"Perfect?"

Heisuke nodded then.

"Serizawa-sensei is… you could say he's a bit strict when it comes on Hakuou Academy. He likes to make sure the students follow the rules whether they like it or not… And it was Kazama's job to make sure the school was perfect." Heisuke spoke, eyes looked elsewhere beside his childhood friend then.

"That's horrible.."

"In truth, Yukimura, despite it has been decided that this school should be both for boys and girls from now on, Kondou-sensei still hasn't told Serizawa-sensei about you nor making the school to turn out to be for both gender yet."

Chizuru jumped at that, her face turned into horror then.

"It's difficult to say whether Serizawa-sensei is going to like it or not.. but I sure hope he understands Kondou-sensei's thought, however.."

At that, Chizuru nodded in understanding then, eyes looked down on her bento as the atmosphere looked very gloom upon of hearing a founder Hakuou Academy for the very first time.

"Ne, Hijikata-sensei~" Souji whined and pouted in Hijikata's office room.

"What is it that you want Souji?" Hijikata groaned in frustrated upon of meeting his student in recess. Of all the time he intended to make him explode, why now…?!

"I'm bored~"

"Go elsewhere." The raven-haired man said coldly.

"Uwaah~ you're so cruel, Hijikata-san. You've already broke my heart now."

"So what if if I had broke your heart? Get out from here and eat somewhere else."

"I can't do that."

"And why. The. Fuck. Not?" Hijikata said every word in angrily, couldn't stand on this prankster boy already.

Souji replied with a laughed.

"Well, obviously Hajime-kun and I officially broke up now. So I have no one to date with except you, Hijikata-san."

"Hah? What nonsense are you talking about? Since when you two are dating?!" Hijikata questioned in disgustedly.

"Isn't it obvious?" Souji stated. "We've always eating together, walking together, killing some times together. It's obviously that we're actually dating."

"And does Saitou approve that?"

"Hmm… who knows~" Souji grinned wider at that in which, brings Hijikata felt an urged to twitch his eye at that.

"Honestly Souji.." Hijikata dug his fingers on his strands of hair. Taking a glanced on the clock. The recess is about to end already. He hadn't seen Souji eating something by now. Even if the raven-haired man went to the cafeteria, he doubted that he had enough time to buy something for the prankster boy…

"Geez… really, Souji." Hijikata sighed out loud.

When Souji sees the raven-haired teacher was searching something inside his briefcase, Hijikata threw a packet of red bun on the table.

Souji gazed on the bun in dumbfoundedly then to Hijikata.

"Um… Hijikata-sensei..? What should I do with that?"

"What do you mean what? Of course to eat that." The grumpy teacher sighed.

"Why?"