"Pssst, Erza."

"There is a fly disturbing my presence."

"Pssssssst, Erza."

"I am contemplating on whether or not I should kill it."

"Oh come on, Erzaaaa. Just tell me the answer to number four and I'll give it a rest."

"Cosecant squared theta minus two times cotangent squared theta."

"Ha! I knew I got it right! Ouch, Erza! Come on, I said I'd leave you alone," Natsu complains, rubbing the back of his shoulder blade where the redhead's fist connects almost perfectly to the sensitive bone of his shoulder blade. The young woman is absolutely terrifying, but she does have her moments, albeit few and rare.

"Too late. I have already punched you," Erza replies coolly, the beginnings of a smug grin forming on her lips. She will never admit it, but Natsu has always been a very adventurous and exciting friend. Although they bicker and argue constantly, she completely trusts and cares for the younger junior, almost in a sort of sisterly fashion.

She hears someone snort, and turns to find Gray holding back a laugh as he hurriedly attempts to write the answer down from memory. Nearly a carbon copy of Natsu, Gray is as loud as he loyal, and Erza's life would have been much quieter and a lot less fun if she did not have Natsu and Gray.

The class is knee deep in Calculus work and attempting to finish a month's work of homework assignments to be able to actually enjoy the early start of a lovely October sky, when a knock on the door immediately glues every pair of eyes to see who might be walking in.

"For fuck's sake, if that's Evergreen coming back to steal my transparencies yet again," The teacher, Mr. Laxus Dreyar, scorns under his breath as he opens the door.

Instead of the glasses wearing she-devil, it's the principal, Makarov, and a girl with blonde hair and brown eyes. Laxus furrows his eyebrows.

"New student? In the last week of September?"

"Special case, Laxus."

The teacher takes the manila folder and flips through the papers, his eyebrows raising in understanding. He nods and motions for the girl to enter the classroom, leaving the manila envelope on his desk.

"Class, we have a new student, so shut up and listen."

Students look up from their work to size up the new student. Most of them whisper a few comments about her attractive face and fit physical appearance, a few continue with their work, and even one student continues to nap through all of the commotion.

And Natsu? Well, that's a tough one to explain.

See, Natsu is far from a shallow student. Sure, he's rowdy and obnoxious and sometimes a bit too cocky for his own good. But as far as high school guys go, he's a pretty down to earth kid who isn't really one for dating six or seven girls within a period of one semester.

But her. This girl, this student, this classmate is so fucking pretty, it should be illegal. And then he thinks about it, and he's actually glad it's not illegal, or he would have gone his whole life without seeing her face.

And they lock eyes and she smiles, Jesus Christ. It's been thirty seconds and this girl already has him wondering about her name and what her hobbies are and whether she likes Coke or Pepsi and what her favorite ice cream flavor is and whether or not she enjoys going to an amusement park or sleeping under the stars and he's such a goner, it's actually pretty pathetic.

"Her name is Lucy, and she's going to be joining our class for the continuation of the year, and if you hassle her, I will have no choice but to kick your ass, so behave yourselves."

A wave of laughter washes over the classroom, including Lucy, and Natsu swears to God that if he keeps it up, Gray is going to be calling him whipped for the rest of the year to a girl he doesn't even know.

"Lucy, you may sit wherever you'd like to. We change seats during the second semester."

"Thank you, Mr. Dreyar," Lucy replies, her voice light and tinkling. She looks around for a few seconds before opting to sit next to Levy, a blue haired sweetheart who is currently hiding All Quiet on the Western Front behind her Calculus textbook.

Natsu droops, feeling beyond forlorn, but then she looks at him again and smiles again and then before he can even blink, she waves at him. And Christ on a cracker, she is so attractive and he can't help but wave back like a seven year old waving to Rapunzel at Disneyland.

"Obvious, much?" Erza mumbles, stifling a grin behind her hand.

The pink haired menace flips her off, a light blush forming on his cheeks as he continues with his Calculus problems, using all (some) of his willpower to not stare at the pretty girl sitting four rows away from him.

super short and super sweet, this is just the beginning everyone. xo

- rurokun