It was 2:48 PM, nearly time for students to go home

It was a dreary Monday, exactly 2:48 PM, nearly time for students to go home. Miyu was chatting with her friends about something that happened on their last shopping trip.

When the clock ticked 2:50 PM, the PA system crackled. "Attention," a voice said. Everyone looked at the speakers expectantly. "Please be informed that for this week, it will be mandatory to listen to this broadcast, which will be aired at 2:50 in the afternoon. Thank you."

Aya was puzzled. "Ever since this school was built, the PA system has never been used before. That's why our PA system is so ancient and crackly."

"I've never remembered the principal ever broadcasting something." Nanami said.

"I don't doubt that," Miyu laughed. "If he broadcasts something, it must be about monkeys!"

The friends' laughter was interrupted when the voice suddenly announced, "This song is dedicated to the love of my life, Miyu Kouzouki."

Miyu's jaw dropped as "I'll Be" started playing through the speakers.

The strands in your eyes color them wonderful

Stop me and steal my breath

Emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky

Never revealing their depth…

Nanami and Aya--actually, the entire classroom, including Miss Mizuno--turned to gape at her, with questions in their eyes.

I'll be captivated

I'll hang from your lips

Instead of the gallows of heartache

That hang from above…

The room seemed to stay still for four and a half minutes. When the song ended, Miyu's classmates immediately dashed to her, saying, "Who was that, Miyu-chan?" and "That was sooo romantic!"

Blushing, she said, "I don't know who that is…"

"Aha!" yelled Nanami. "You've got a secret admirer!"

The girls oohed and aahed and swooned.

"No, it's not a secret admirer," Santa argued. "It's a Mystery DJ!"

The girls swooned even more. "Mystery DJ? Aaaaiiiieee!"

"Whew," Miyu said as she reached the bottom of the temple. Kanata had gone ahead of her, so she had to carry several bags of groceries all by herself.

That jerk Kanata. He knows how much shopping needs to be done, yet he doesn't help me out! And to think he wanted me to buy three bunches of bananas! I'll stuff every single one down his throat.

Her negative thoughts must have weighed her down, because the bags seemed heavier than before. She tried thinking of positive things, and immediately her mind touched upon the Mystery DJ, as everybody was now calling him.

It was romantic, she thought, but not good enough for me to like him back.

Still… Miyu grinned. It was nice to be liked, even by an unknown person.

Whistling happily, she ran up the stone steps.

Sorry for the short chappie… My guy's name is DJ so I incorporated that into my fanfic. Haha!