This story isn't much. Really, I just took the dialogue from the RP I'm in. Hiyono's lines are mine and Hizumi's are Skunky's. (I believe on here she goes by Neurofeces.) In any case, it isn't too much. But I figured why not turn it into fic?

"Uwah! It's you! Braided-haired girl!" Hizumi called as he came upon Hiyono in the grocery store one evening.

"My name is not 'Braided-Haired girl'." Hiyono responded, frowning at him as he approached her. "It's Hiyono Yuizaki."

He halted in his advance and gave her his best apologetic grin. "Oh great! Now I finaly know your name! Ayumu's terrible. He forgot it completely."

Hiyono's sighed and rolled her eyes. "Aaaah... Ayumu-Kun is so cruel sometimes. How could he forget that?"

"I know. It's like he doesn't even try... I guess he doesn't just do it to try and tease me, huh?" He paused for a moment before he continued. "Can I call you Hiyono-San? Technically you're older than me, right? You know, that's another thing Ayumu never seems to notice. Is he actually trying to make people scared of him?"

"I suppose you can." She replied, her eyes narrowing at him. "But what is that supposed to mean?"

Hizumi blinked in confusion. "What does what mean? Him being scary? It's like he tries to avoid people. Don't tell me you didn't notice! Oh wait... come to think of it, you're most of the reason why he's so unpopular, right? Huh..."

"Hey, don't try to blame his anti-social behaviour on me!" She replied. "He's always been like that!"

"Don't be mad." Hizumi said, holding up his hands in front of himself, his grin still present. "I'll steal you one of Ayumu's boxed lunches with my amazing powers!"

She couldn't help but let a little smile slip past her lips at that. Ayumu's cooking was delicious. "Well then I guess I'll have no choice but to forgive you. Only if you succeed in getting me one of course."

"I won't fail! Bentou bentou bentou~!" You could almost hear a heart at the end of his sentence.

Somewhere far off, Ayumu shivered, and didn't know quite why. But he had the distinct feeling that something bad was coming.