You were a a calm and quiet girl, but in reality, you were strong and you hated when people underestimated you. It was your first day at namimori and at lunch time, you decided to go on the roof to sleep. When you arrived, a black haired boy was already sleeping there. When he noticed you, he said:
"Go away herbivore or I'll bite you to death."
"Herbivore? Are you talking about me? I'm no herbivore! I don't eat grass!"
Then, the black haired boy ran toward you and swang his tonfas on your head. You esquived and ran to the other corner of the roof.
"What's his problem?" you thought.
Then the boy ran toward you again, when suddenly, the roof's door opened and someone with a weird haircut came in and said:
"Kyo-san! Come quick!"
And then the black haired boy stopped running and walked toward the door. Midway, he stopped and said:
"Carnivores have their own problems too. Sometimes, it's even better to be an herbivore..."
Then left.
You stood there, with a puzzled face; you did not understand a thing of what he said.
One week later, a random guy of your class called you on the roof and confessed to you. Before you could answer, someone hit him with a tonfa.
"Hi...Hibari-san?" the random guy said in fear.
"You herbivores shouldn't mess with us carnivores. Go away before I bite you to death."
And the guy ran away.
"What's your name?" Hibari asked you.
"(Your name)" you replied
"(Your name)-san, go buy me juice."
"What? Don't order me around!"
"In the carnivore world, females find food for the males."
"Fine!" you said, pissed.
When you come back, Hibari drank half of the juice then gave you the rest.
When he put the straw in your mouth, you blushed; it was an indirect kiss.
"In the carnivore world, females eat leftovers."
"Don't just make things up!"
He walks calmly to you and lift you chin up.
"Females should just obey the males. Only herbivore disobey."
"Wha..."
Before you could finish, he put his lips on yours and you could feel your cheeks turn red. But good for you, this was the begining of your romantic relationship.