A/N: Hello! Its me again! I decided to try out a little FujiOC story! Please review and give me some constructive criticism. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I do not own POT, for the thousandth time.

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Crisp, ironed blouse, clean, lint-free beige vest with a matching blazer on top. Neat beige skirt with brown trimmings, brown knee-high socks, black heels. Cool, steel rimless glasses perched atop an elegant nose in front of dull, green eyes.

A nerd. Who wore her own clothes because the school uniform wasn't good enough.

Except for her face, the girl was, undoubtedly, a geek.

"Hiromi Miya-kun, we welcome you to Seigaku!" the homeroom teacher stated, pushing forced enthusiasm.

"Hn."

The teacher's left hand that hung by her side clenched unnoticeably into a fist, a sweat particle condensing on the side of her head.

"W-Well then, Miya-kun, why don't you seat yourself next to Fuji-Fuji, raise your hand please."

The said student raised his hand obediently, smiling pleasantly-as always.

Slowly, laboriously, Miya made her way to the metal chair and wooden desk, lowering herself into the desk. Gently placing her bag upright next to her, she turned her attention to the bored, eyes still as bored as ever.

Automatically, her long legs became crossed, head placed on her hand which was atop the desk.

"Saa…nice to meet you, Miya-kun. I'm Fuji Syuusuke."

He received a silent stare. He continued to smile.

"Don't say what you don't mean."

"Eh?"

"You and I both know that you take no pleasure in meeting me, for there is no reason to. Therefore, don't say that 'it's a pleasure.'"

"Maa maa…what if I just like meeting people?"

The girl raised her eyebrow, continuing to keep her eyes nonchalant.

"Then you're unusual. Simple."

Ignoring Fuji's wide smile, Miya turned her attention back to the bored.

As expected from a genius.

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As the bell signaling lunch rang, Miya immediately stood up and walked out of the classroom.

Whispers started in a split-second.

"She's so weird!"

"A genius? Don't make me laugh!"

"Did you see the way she ignored Fuji-kun?"

"She needs to be put in her place."

Fuji, however, merely walked over to Tezuka's desk. He leaned in.

"Ne, Tezuka, don't you think we should follow her?"

"Iie."

Tezuka quickly put up a mental wall. Fuji was acting suspicious; he was up to something-and he would certainly not get involved with it. The last time he did…let's just say that he didn't particularly enjoy being bound and gagged and sat on a marble pedestal in the center of the stage. In front of a Tezuka-fan meeting.

"Why?"

"Because its not wise."

Ahh, Tezuka Kunimitsu-practical as ever, no?

"Saa…alright then. But don't blame me for not asking," Fuji cheerfully said as he walked out of the classroom, catching the glimpse of a beige piece of cloth disappearing around the corner…headed straight towards the roof.

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When Miya reached the door to the roof, she put her hand on the slightly worn away brass doorknob, sighing.

She allowed herself a blink when she saw a freshman, lying on the floor of the roof with a long-haired girl kneeling next to him. Blushing.

'Hmm…Che. Worthless actions are unnecessary. And yet fools commit them all the time. That, I do not understand.'

As if on cue, the sleeping freshman awoke, noticing Miya standing in the doorway, her braided blonde hair blowing softly in the wind.

"Who are you?"

It was a simple question, really. But once again, this unleashed yet another thousand possible questions and answers in Miya's head. All she had to say was 'Hiromi Miya,' and it all would've been over. But no.

"Shouldn't you be introducing yourself first? After all, I'm not the one caught in a foolish act, sleeping beside his girlfriend."

"Hah? Who's my girlfriend?"

Peering through his lashes he finally got a sight of a blushing Sakuno sitting behind his head.

"Ryuuzaki? What are you doing here?"

Flushing heatedly, the girl stood up abruptly.

"Ryoma-kun no baka!" She ran back inside the building, running past the senior.

Miya still hadn't lost her dull, bored eyes.

"Silly girl. Why do something when she knows she'll get hurt? Its useless to go and sit next to a sleeping person."

Ryoma raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. Just…I just found it interesting."

"What?" Miya was getting irritated, only visible through the slight narrowing of her eyes.

Getting up, Ryoma dusted his pants off.

"Nothing," He lazily called as he was halfway down the stairs.

'Fools. They're all idiots. Useless actions-all of them.'

Miya's eyes lowered down to the ground beneath her, bangs falling over her eyes.

"Saa saa…what do we have here?"

Whirling around, the girl found herself looking into a pair of closed, smiling eyes. And also falling backwards from the shock.

Her ever-lidded eyes finally slowly widened, as she prepared herself for the shock as her body met the cold, hard floor.

But that shock never came.

Opening her eyes, her eyes now met a pair of open, bright cerulean eyes.

The tennis tensai had an arm behind her waist, supporting her weight. The other held her hand, held in mid-air right next to Fuji's face.

Gaping ever so slightly, Miya realized with a jolt the position she was in. She was in the less dominant position, being the one that was dipped down low.

Regaining her composure, she stood herself upright, adjusting the cuffs of her sleeve.

"Domo. I'll be on my way then-"

Except Fuji Syuusuke was not one to allow a girl to just leave like that. Especially if it was a girl that sparked his interest, no matter how slightly.

Miya's wrist was grabbed, and she was lightly turned around.

Eyes widening once more from their lidded position, the girl was backed up against the wall.

"What?" She still refused to stutter.

"You didn't tell me why you came up here."

Usually these kind of questions were enough to throw just about anyone off, but Miya was not just 'anyone.' She was a child genius. And she knew it.

Born and raised among the best scholars, she had the best chance among geniuses her age-therefore, superior.

She knew that, too.

On top of that her parents were wealthy, providing her a sheltered life, being called 'Ojou-sama' around every corner.

All that ultimately led to the creation of a human being unlike anything Fuji Syuusuke had seen before.

An enigma.

And so, this enigma, failed to disappoint him as she didn't miss a beat.

"Any why should I tell you, a complete stranger?"

"Why am I a stranger? I'm your classmate, Miya-kun."

"Hiromi-san is enough."

"Why?"

"Because its formal."

"Why the formalities?"

"Because they are recquired."

"Why?"

"Its proper etiquette between strangers."

"We're not strangers."

"That's your opinion. If you'll excuse me now," Miya pushed Fuji away delicately with two fingers.

"I'll take my leave."

With those words, Miya left a smiling Fuji Syuusuke on the rooftop by himself.

'Maa maa…she's one unique girl…'