Hello there Utapri fans! From what I see, not too many people make OC fanfics much anymore. But I really don't care! I am doing this anyways!

I do not own Uta no Prince-sama! Although I wish I did, I don't.

The girl with mid-back, raven black hair tied in two low pigtails walked nervously to the S-Classroom. Her cerulean eyes darted from side to side.

"Setsuna!"

She turned around to see a girl with short auburn hair and green eyes excitingly approaching her. She smiled at Setsuna, who sheepishly returned it. "Eriko-san, what class do you have?"

Eriko giggled. "I'm in the A-Class. What about y—" Setsuna looked like she was about to cry. "W-what's wrong?!"

"I-I'm not in the same class as you! I-I'm . . . I'm not going to know anyone there, Eriko-san!" she cried.

"It's fine, Setsuna! I thought this would happen, so I want you to meet someone." She looked behind her shoulder. "Oh, good timing. Miura-kun, hey!"

A boy noticed her call and headed towards the two. He had messy black hair and maroon eyes behind rimless glasses. A shiver ran down Setsuna's spine as she turned to Eriko. "A-a b-b-boy!? You know that—"

"I know, Setsuna, but think about it! Being in Saotome Academy means that you'll need to interact with guys too!"

"B-but—"

"Um . . . you're Nishima, right?" the boy interrupted. "She didn't tell me every detail about it, but Nakamura told me that you didn't like guys."

Setsuna, who was shaking timidly answered, "W-well . . . I-I-it's not that I don't like them . . . I'm actually just a bit s-s-scared of them . . ."

"I won't do anything to you, I swear! I would be more than happy to help you get over this fear." He smiled at Setsuna.

Eriko also smiled. "I'm just trying to help you, Setsuna. We're just going to ease you into being with men, starting with Miura-kun. I'm gonna head to my class. You stick with him and go to class, okay? See you later!" She didn't wait for her response and jogged off.

"Um . . . I don't think you and I had a proper introduction," he said as they walked to the S-Classroom. "I'm Miura Shinnosuke, but a lot of people call me Shin instead. I'm taking the Composer Course."

"I-I . . . I . . . um, N-Nishima Setsuna. C-Composer . . .," she said with an unsure tone.

"There's no reason for you to be so stiff."

"B-but I –"

"Hey, there's the classroom!"

Shinnosuke and Setsuna entered the classroom, finding that there were small name cards to the desks. Setsuna found her chair in the second row from the door in the second seat from the front.

"Hey, Nishima, I get to sit by you!" Shinnosuke said happily, taking the seat in the third row. He could tell that he relieved a bit of her nervousness. "To be honest, I'm in the same boat as you. W-well, I'm not scared of girls, I mean. But I don't know anyone else in this class. That's why I'm happy that Nakamura told me about you."

"M-me too!" Setsuna blurted. "I-I was happy to know that y-you'll help me with my fear." She fiddled shyly with her fingers.

The two saw a blonde boy with a fedora and clear azure eyes enter the classroom. He wasn't too hard to miss. He was screaming at a significantly taller man (who everyone knew to be Jinguji Ren) angrily about being called a munchkin. The furious look Setsuna saw in the blonde's eyes made Setsuna shake.

"Nishima, what's wrong?" He followed her gaze and nodded understandingly. "Don't worry; you have a friend to lean on right here!" Shinnosuke pointed his thumb at himself confidently.

She gulped, nodding at him. The blonde boy began to look for his name on the desks, which was behind Shinnosuke. Setsuna kept her eyes glued to the chalkboard and bit her lip a little. Shinnosuke noticed how stiff she was before seeing that the blonde was approaching the seat behind him.

When he sat down, he tapped Shinnosuke's shoulder. When he turned he asked, "Hey, you think you can spare me some lead?" He pointed to his mechanical pencil.

"Sorry, man, I'm out too," he laughed. He saw him eyeing Setsuna. Uh-oh.

"Hey, you!"

Setsuna turned nervously. "Y-y-ye-yes?"

"You got any lead?"

She nodded, getting out the little container of lead from her pencil pouch and handed it to him. She turned back to the board. "Y-you can keep it," she said barely above a whisper.

He raised his brows. "Are you sure?" He saw her nod. "Well, thanks! I'm Syo by the way."

Shinnosuke noticed that Setsuna's skin was paling. "I-I'm Shinnosuke, but call me Shin. That's Nishima Setsuna. Sorry, her voice isn't too good today."

"Yikes! You're not in the idol course, are you?"

She shook her head, not daring to turn around. Syo was about to ask about why she wasn't looking at him, but as he opened his mouth, the classroom lights shut off and the curtains closed simultaneously.

"Everyone, take your seats!" A spotlight (from who knows where) focused on a man behind the teacher's desk. He immediately introduced himself as Hyuga Ryuya, but it wasn't needed since he was a famous idol. He used his time to explain everything about the school.

Setsuna saw Syo slip his hat off and place it under his desk. That's right! Students can't wear hats during class . . . then what's the point in bringing it if you're just going to take it off?

~~Lunch~~

"Setsuna! Miura-kun!" Eriko called on the way to the cafeteria. The two stopped and waited for her to catch up before getting into the lunch line. "So how's your class so far?"

"I really like this school. It's really overwhelming me right now." Shinnosuke said. Setsuna agreed with him and nodded. When they got their trays of food, they sat down at a table.

Eriko sat across from the two. "Anyways, how was Setsuna, Miura-kun? Is there anyone I should look out for?"

He smiled. "She was fine. I was able to get a conversation with her, but there were some guys that really freaked her out."

"W-w-well, they were a kinda scary . . ."

Her face turned serious. "Really? Who?"

"Our teacher Hyuga Ryuya and that kid who sits behind me. What's his name . . .? Nishima, do you know?"

"K . . . K-kurusu Syo-kun, I believe."

"Really? What does he look like?" Eriko asked.

Shinnosuke looked around before pointing to Syo, who was in the lunch line. "He's the one in the hat."

Hesitantly, Setsuna turned around slightly to see the line from the corner of her eye to see a guy in glasses with wavy hair waving at her. She didn't feel so scared or intimidated by him and smiled shyly. Then Syo turned the same way as the other guy and looked at her with furrowed brows. Setsuna turned back to Eriko with a pale face.

"Hm . . . well, he does seem like the kind she's really scared of, but you can do it, Setsuna!" Eriko cheered.

"What? There's a type?" Shinnosuke raised a brow.

Setsuna nodded. "I'm not really scared of all men . . . I'm not scared of men younger than me or are really kindhearted. L-like that one beside Kurusu-kun in glasses."

Eriko looked behind Setsuna. "I know him! He's Shinomiya Natsuki and he's in my class. Before school he tackled this guy like a ninja! He said something about a dog or a woman named Elizabeth. I don't know; I wasn't paying much attention."

"W-well, Shinomiya-kun does seem nice . . . he's not so scary . . . right, Eriko-san?"

"Nah, he said, and I quote, that he loves small and cute things. I honestly think you'll like him."

"Nishima . . . after talking to me, you're not afraid of me, right?" Shinnosuke said a bit scared.

She smiled. "N-not very. B-but at first, I can't lie when I say I was still nervous. You are the first friend I made in this school, after all. But I think I'm getting used to you."

"Oh, that's a relief! Thank goodness we're all friends now!" he laughed. The rest of the lunch was a cheerful experience.

~~After classes, Girl's Dormitory~~

The afternoon classes were replaced by a tour of the school by their teacher.

When the classes were over, Setsuna left immediately to unpack her boxes. She shared a room with Eriko. The room came with a bed, bookcase, and a desk for each girl. Since Setsuna was following the composer course, she had an upright piano beside her desk.

"Oh, Setsuna! Looks like you and I had the same idea. I didn't want to take care of it later . . . but I don't want to take care of it now!" Eriko complained, walking up to the door.

She laughed, opening the door with the key and seeing all of the boxes of items from their home. "We need to organize for tomorrow, so let's get it over with now, okay?"

Eriko grumbled a bit before nodding and walking into the room with her. They both took out their list of things that they brought and began to unpack the boxes.

~~A little later~~

About two hours later, they've eaten dinner and they were almost done with packing.

"I-It's not here . . ."

Eriko looked at her roommate curiously, hanging some clothes in her closet. "What?"

"My box with my photo albums and music box isn't here! I've finished unpacking and I haven't chescked it off yet! W-what do I do?! I can't live without my music box . . ." She was about to cry.

Eriko, knowing how important that music box was to her, came up to Setsuna to pat her back reassuringly. "C-calm down, Setsuna. I'm sure we'll find it!"

~~At the Boy's Dormitory~~

"Phew! I've finally finished!" Natsuki sighed cheerfully.

"Hm?" Syo was organizing his desk. "There's still one more box. It's not mine. My checklist's done."

"Really? I thought it was yours." Natsuki crouched down next to the box, which was marked fragile. "The initials are SN, but mine are NS. It's for the girl's dormitory for room 435."

"How 'bout we open it?" He got out his scissors and cut the tape off. "There's gotta be a name in there."

"Should we really open it? It's not ours so . . ."

"Well, we won't know who to return this to unless we find the name." He found some albums, but didn't check for a name since that was a little too personal and checked the item covered in a thick layer of newspaper. It was a wooden box made of smooth, solid wenge wood. Neatly carved into the wooden lid was the name Nishima Setsuna. "Oh, I think Nishima's in my class. I'll just tell her I have it and give it to her after school."

"Well, it's a good thing you know her. She must be worried sick. These do look like they're treasured dearly," Natsuki said, carefully packing the albums back into the box.

Syo nodded, wrapping the wooden box in the newspaper and putting it in the box, too. Even though it wasn't his, he was wondering what was in the box that was so perfectly carved.

There you go! I may revise this, it's just super late at night and I'm just working on my late night tiredness . . .

If you're going to review, please be gentle. I'm a bit fragile.