Kurosaki Karin did not have time for love. Being the soccer team captain, while juggling countless assignments during her senior year does that to a person. But Kurosaki Yuzu doesn't seem to care.
"Karinnnn," Wheedled Yuzu, "Trust me, just come to the mixer. There's gonna be hot boys and free drinks." Karin rolled her eyes, as she tapped the end of her pencil impatiently against the page of her notebook.
Maths questions are so stupid, when would we need to apply this in real life?
But if you can't solve stupid maths questions then maybe you're the one that's stupid?
Shut up Karin stop talking to yourself and respond to your sister.
"No thanks, I'm good." Karin replied, eyebrows furrowing further in as she scrutinised her textbook hoping to find the answers in the lines. "My relationship with maths is enough to last me through the rest of high school."
"Come on Karin, please?" Yuzu begged, "You need to unwind- the stress is going to get to you. Plus, I heard, one of the boys coming is really good at schoolwork. You could get him to tutor you!"
Yes because going to a mixer to find a tutor is a totally ethically and sane thing to do. Karin sighed. If she didn't go, Yuzu would continue to pester her into oblivion. "Yuzu? If I go to this, will you promise me to never invite me to another one of your mixers again?"
Yuzu- who had been jumping on Karin's bed- paused, "Hmm… okay," She decided, "But only if you get the contact number of one of the boys." Yuzu grinned, "It's gonna be a blast!" She leapt off the bed and skipped out of Karin's bedroom. It hadn't been long since Karin moved out of Yuzu's room and into Ichi-nii, her brother's room.
Karin frowned. A mixer, huh. She hadn't been to one since middle school. And that was because Yuzu threatened to scribble over her precious soccer ball which she had gotten her soccer idol to sign. It didn't turn out very well either, because Yuzu had gotten sick the night before and Karin ended wasting two hours of her time.
She signed, twirling the pencil in her hand.
Yeah, she didn't need romance anyway.
The bell rang, signalling the start of the school day. Karin headed for the seat at the back, next to window, where she sat. She drew the lucky lot apparently, since it was the desired "anime-protagonist" seat. But it was at the back, and her eye sight wasn't doing so great lately. I'll need an anime protagonist's luck, Karin thought drily, maybe give me some special learning power or something.
Like clockwork, the teacher walked into the room with her black folder.
"Class before we begin, I'd like to introduce to you our new student. He came from overseas, so don't overwhelm him with your questions okay?" The classroom started filling with soft murmurs, excitement running like lightning through the classroom.
Maybe the transfer student is some really hot boy, and the spring of my youth starts now. Karin smirked to herself, the seat next to me is empty anyway, and it'll be like a shoujo manga. Wait nah, he's a foreigner right? He probably can't even speak Japanese.
The boy who then walked into the room, made Karin froze. A chill ran up her spine as soon as he turned around to face the class.
Not because he was so crazily hot that all the girls in the class thanked every single religious entity for their existence. Which he was.
Not because he had snow white hair with the softness that could rival untouched snow. Which he had.
But because Karin recognized his stone-cold, ice-coloured eyes that reflected the rays of sunshine that filtered through the classroom.
It was the same pair of eyes that belonged to a monster she once saw.
The foreign boy was a hit instantly. Of course he was, Karin reasoned, the boy had looks that made all the boys around him look like puff fish. And, like Karin once jokingly predicted, he had been placed to the empty seat next to hers. Which meant the jealous-filled glares from all the girls in the room was also directed at her.
She, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with the weird popular transfer student. He had stood next to the teacher awkwardly for a couple minutes as she introduced him. "Hitsugaya Toshiro-san," she had said. "Sit in the empty seat next to Kurosaki-san over there. The class president is Kurosaki Yuzu-san, and if you have any questions feel free to ask her. Hitsugaya-kun has yet to get his textbooks, so Kurosaki-san please share with him."
Karin nodded quietly, her brows knitted in a way that expressed her worry. It's okay Karin, there's no way this boy could be the same person- no monster, you saw that night. So it's okay. She spent the rest of her morning, quietly doing her school work, trying her best to avoid the stares of everybody around her and the foreign boy sitting next to her.
"Where'd you come from?"
"Can you speak Japanese?"
"Are you mixed?"
"Are you single?"
The lunch had barely even rung, before the table next to hers was surrounded with overly earnest students asking their overly earnest questions. By students, Karin meant mostly girls.
Toshiro frowned, "America, yes, no, no," He answered methodically. The girls around him practically sighed in bliss.
"What girls are you interested in?"
"Why'd you come to Japan?"
"Do you want to come to a mixer?"
Deciding she's heard enough, Karin inconspicuously stood up and moved to Yuzu's seat, at the opposite side of the room. Yuzu had been at her desk, diligently writing down the last couple of lines that the teacher had written.
For somebody so smart, she sure writes slow, Karin sat in the abandoned seat in front of Yuzu, and swivelled the chair around so she was facing her sister. She watched silently, as Yuzu focused on copying.
Yuzu has a really damn nice face, Karin noted, how come I didn't get the nice sculpted nose and the blonde bouncy curls? Stupid genetics. Karin poked a straw through her strawberry milk, and quietly sipped on her liquid calcium.
"So," Yuzu started, her mouth curled into a sly smile, "How's sitting next to the resident pretty boy?"
Karin almost snorted the milk through her nose. "W-w-what? Are you serious?" She yelped, "Did you not see the death glares that half the class was sending me? I'd be dead within the hour if I so much as talked to him!"
Yuzu sighed, "You exaggerate."
Karin shook her head fervently, "No, no, no. You underestimate the possessiveness of single girls. That's why I hate romance-y stuff. You get involved with weird stuff."
"Okay love girl, I get you," Yuzu whipped out her homemade bento. She woke up early to make more than enough for her and Karin, and eating them was the favourite part of her sister's day. "Today I got us some leftover grilled squid, isn't it nice?"
"Yeah," Karin agreed as she quickly finished the rest of her rice and rolled egg. Yuzu grinned to see her sister enjoy her food so much.
"You still hungry?" She asked, as she stuffed one of her egg rolls into her mouth.
"A bit," Karin admitted, embarrassed. Yuzu grinned, pulling a second lunchbox from her bag. She knew her sister too well.
"Lucky for you, I made a second bento. You ran around so much yesterday, you collapsed the second you walked into the door. Dad couldn't even do his customary thing. Karin shuddered, as she recalled her dad's overenthusiastic ways of treating his family members. She grasped onto Yuzu's offered lunchbox gratefully.
"Thanks Yuzu, you the best!" Just as the words left her mouth, the bell rang again, signalling the end of lunch.
"No worries Karin. You should probably also share some with the cute new guy, to earn some brownie points. Looks like he didn't get a chance to eat with all the questions bombarding him." Karin rolled her eyes, Yuzu loved to played matchmaker with whoever and whomever was in a metre radius of Karin.
As the teacher returned to the classroom, Karin expertly stacked her books in front of her lunchbox, to avoid the teacher's attention. Hitsugaya looked on indifferently, before his faze returning to the textbook that Karin and he shared.
Shoot. Forgot I was sharing the table with him, Karin groaned. Oh well, he can deal.
Before she started shovelling piles of food down her mouth, she heard a rumble. It wasn't very loud, but it was the sure sound of someone who was hungry. Karin thought about what Yuzu said. Turning to Hitsugaya, "Hey new boy, you hungry?"
Hitsugaya frowned again. Looks like this boy can only frown or stare on indifferently, Karin noticed. He shook his head, a pink blush climbing up his neck. Is he…embarrassed? Karin thought, that's kinda cute…
Wait no what am I doing? Stupid Karin, stop thinking everything is cute.
"Why don't you eat?" She whispered to the boy that sat next to her. "My pile of books covers both of us."
Hitsugaya's mouth dipped into a scowl.
Screw that, he has three facial expressions. Frown. Scowl. Indifference.
"I don't have lunch," he whispered. His eyes widened, as though his mouth betrayed his thoughts. He glared at Karin, "Don't you dare tell anyone."
Karin considered eating the rest of her lunch and ignoring the mean but pretty boy.
Stealthily, she placed the lunchbox under her desk and passed it over to Hitsugaya.
Damn she was too nice. Her eyes furtively darted around the classroom, hopefully no one saw. I'm too young and awesome to die.
"I don't want your charity," Hitsugaya hissed. But his hand closed on the lunchbox, holding it underneath his desk.
The body betrays what the heart wants, Karin thought smugly, damn I should be a poet.
"Just eat it stupid."
"I'm not stupid!" He answered back. But he slipped the lunchbox over onto his desk, and started eating. Karin grinned, watching the pretty boy devour the food, not even noticing he was using the same chopsticks that she had been using.
Even though he has the same scary eyes as the monster, he doesn't seem very monster-like. Maybe I judged him too fast.
Karin folded her arms, and nestled her face on her shoulder. She didn't really have time for romance. But she could probably squeeze in enough time for a friend.
A/N: Hi guys ^_^ to anyone who stumbled upon this I guess.
Please review/comment/anything else idk im new
But yeah, for some reason I'm just extremely drawn to HitsuKarin
Comment for what kinda nice cute think idk you want to see in this fanfic :D Any kind of tropes/stuff I guess.
