it was mikan sakura's first day, and she had already managed to mess up. right off the bat, mikan knew she walked into the wrong class when she examined the entire room and came up with nothing, except for a girl with wispy blonde hair (whose face was getting angrier by the moment) and a raven haired boy (mikan was convinced his startling maroon eyes had to be the result of contacts).
"do you even care about me?" the phrase was hurled across the room by the fuming female to a seemingly apathetic male. his disinterested eyes and careless posture only seemed to add fuel to the fire, and her stance went rigid.
"natsume, i have spent years taking care of you, defending your actions, giving you hints on how much i've liked you, and i am about to lose it," the screeching grew louder and louder until mikan could basically hear every breath she took in order to voice her complaints. at this rate, the whole school was going to hear about this poor couple's fiasco.
this was a good thing, mikan thought to herself, she could slowly and casually walk out of the classroom, as if she had never been there at all.
"have you ever thought of me romantically, just once, in all of the years we've spent together? have you ever thought of me-" mikan was thisclose to the edge of the doorway, just a little bit closer and-
"no." the so-called natsume took a step forward and spit out the word with disgust; he looked straight at the girl with blonde hair, whose entire appearance seemed to disintegrate in front of him. the silence after cut through the tension; every tick of the clock could be heard, every creak in the floorboard made a noise, and worst of all, every sound mikan sakura made as she tripped over her shoelace was amplified by almost a hundred.
three things happened after. one, blonde-haired girl turned around so fast mikan was afraid she would get whiplash. two, black-haired boy glanced up, making eye contact with mikan as she fell in midair. three, mikan barely caught herself, banging the side of her forehead painfully against the doorknob. fortunately, blonde and red-eyes were too dumbfounded to comprehend the situation. unfortunately, the loud bang of her (now throbbing) forehead resounded loudly in the room. if there was any chance for her escape before, there was absolutely none now.
mikan opened her mouth. closed it. opened. closed. she probably looked like a gaping goldfish, but in retrospect, how was she supposed to react?
"o-oh my god i am so sorry, i swear i didn't mean to come in here, i was just trying to find my class this was an accident i promise im- ," mikan started, incoherent sentences stumbling out of her mouth like verbal diarrhea.
a "what the hell" was spoken under natsume's breath, but before he could get any further, blondie was moving, eyes flashing murderously. given this disastrous series of events, mikan did the only thing she could. she ran.
