A/N: …And then I thought, why don't I write a Kouta/OC fiction? One day, I'm going to write a paring fiction in this fandom like—Akihisa/Mizuki or Aiko/Kouta or even Shouko/Yuuji because they are my current parings.

…What if Minami/Hideyoshi haha omg what's wrong with me. I also like Minami/Miharu? Oh and maybe Kubo/Akihisa because holy crud, Kubo is such a tsundere I cannot even—

Anyways, I panicked when I found out I began accepting Tsuchiya as my favorite character in Baka to Test—I expected Hideyoshi or Akihisa (Because his voice is frickin Hiro Shimono) but noo, it so happened to be Tsuchiya instead. That bastard. (He also has the same voice actor as cutie Chihiro from Dangan Ronpa and my first love Labrador from 07-Ghost.)

I don't own Baka to Test to Shoukanjuu because if I did then…I have no idea what if I owned it.

-x-

"This is what I get for pulling an all-nighter from studying." I huffed to myself, slipping on my comfortable sweater over my uniform.

It was early morning, around 7 o'clock in the morning. Class would start past eight-thirty, which would mean I had enough time to just casually walk over to the academy. It wasn't far from my home luckily so I didn't have to waste energy to run all the way to class only to receive punishment if I was late. Mr. Nishimura was terrifying during the Placement exam, he literally yelled at me for accidentally falling asleep in the middle of the test since I pulled an all-nighter which gave me a zero for my score.

So I was placed in Class 2-F, the lowest class ever.

I didn't mind, I didn't want to waste my time doing nothing on re-taking the test the principle offered me to do. Too much work.

I checked out the school in the beginning before I took my test, Class 2-A had so much awesome things but I bet they always study. I snorted. How boring if they'll all work and no play, what's the fun in that? I mean, why waste studying everyday when you can do more fun things to make everything more interesting.

What a wonderful life I'm leading.

No not really, don't follow my example.

I expect Class 2-F to be filled with awkward people. Perfect, just like my social skills.

"I'm leaving!" I called out to no one in particular, it's an old habit when I lived with my family. Right now, I lived all by myself in my own small house bought by my mother since she was the one who forced me and shipped me all the way to this part of Japan to attend Fumizuki Academy.

The school had a different education system, where they had to answer as much as they could under one hour and that score you'd receive would reflect the power of a summoned being. I so happened to have fallen asleep during that one hour so my summoned being had the score of zero.

Damn, I'm so brilliant.

Note the sarcasm.

Nonetheless, the school is pretty cool to have this type of system. You don't need to take a bunch of tests! Only when your summoned being faints is when you need to take the remedial test, which is awesome.

Oh wait…

Does that mean I need to take a remedial test because my score is zero?

Well then. I'll just put that on hold for now until the Exam war thing between the classes.

I strolled casually down the path to school. It wasn't hot or warm in my uniform, I actually like it. The girls' uniform was a white buttoned shirt with black trims covered by a black blazer with gold trims, the girl's had a red necktie compared to the boys' blue necktie. The skirt was an emperor waist red skirt with white socks and brown loafers. The top was covered by my oversized sweater that extended past my palms.

It took me awhile before I reached school, Mr. Nishimura was the gate inspecting the students as they passed through the school gate. The students seemed to be terrified of him, she understood perfectly why. Even I would be terrified of him since he screamed during my accidentally nap during the placement exam. Might as well suck up my fears and greet him.

"G-Good morning, Mr. Nishimura!" I mentally slapped myself for cursing, he paused and looked over to me.

"Good morning, Kobayashi!" His loud voice boomed making me cringe at the loudness, "Do you know where your class is?"

I laughed to myself nervously. I made sure I remember where it is, I don't want to be escorted because it might cause awkward tension for me. "Uh…yeah…" I trailed off for a moment before pointing at the entrance, "I, uh, better get going…um, yeah."

Smooth.

He nodded his head in agreement, "I agree, hurry along before the bell rings."

I gave a polite smile and bowed slightly before running along ahead, I could feel the awkward tension. I swear, you could use a butter knife just to cut through that tension. It's either me that's awkward but Mr. Nishimura didn't looked affected so…it must be me.

What great social skills I have.

I just felt extremely intimidated by him and if I'm intimidated them I'm awkward as hell.

The school was fairly large in my opinion, I had a tour around the school and damn, it's an academy alright. The classes range from A to F and I belonged to F, the lowest class. The principle informed me that my class consists of forty-nine boys and two girls—well three girls including me now. The class was in the old building near Class 2-E's classroom.

I ventured through the halls until I reached the old building, I continued walking until I found a broken sign with the words 2-F, and the F was a piece of paper. Oh crap, I think I'm going to laugh hysterically over this thing. I had to prevent myself from cracking up right there and then in front of my new classroom, imagine what rumors might spread.

Introverted girl laughs upon seeing her new classroom.

Class 2-F would get a bad reputation…but it looks like they already had.

I hesitantly placed a hand on the door before sliding it open. My hands shook. Oh my God why am I panicking now?

Meekly, I peered into the classroom. "Uh…um, excuse me?" I wondered if that was the right thing to say. Shouldn't I say 'Good Morning!'? Nah, it's too familiar. 'Yo, what up!'. Oh my God, I might be considered a freak instead.

I'll settle with excuse me.

All eyes suddenly turned to me causing me to jolt on the sudden attention. Okay, Aoki. Time to turn around and escape before anything happens. Before I could act out my plan, a beautiful girl with long fluffy pink hair beamed brightly.

"Are you Kobayashi Aoki-san?" She smiled. Hot damn, where's my wolf-whistle? She's b-e-a-u-tiful! She has long pink locks and pretty purple eyes. And damn, she got a nice body too! My brothers might fall over themselves and look stupid in front of this pretty girl.

"Himeji Mizuki." She bowed, "Nice to meet you, Kobayashi-san."

I waved my hand at that, "Call me Aoki, Kobayashi is too formal for my tastes."

Mizuki giggled. Damn, she sounds so cute just by giggling! "Okay, Aoki-chan."

A girl… no, it's a boy (Holy shit it's a boy), stood up as well. "Ah, you're our new classmate, are you not?" He nodded his head with an adorable smile that could put girls into shame for not being so cute like him. He had brown hair with clips on each side to hold his bangs with pretty emerald eyes like a girl's, hell, his facial features are like a girl.

He makes a perfect girl!

"Before you say anything else, you're a boy, right?"

He looked extremely happy about that. Does that mean he's actually a boy? Oh my God, he's an adorable boy. "Yes! I'm very happy to know that you recognize me as a boy!" If possible, he could cry tears of joy. I don't know if I should feel sad or…?

"I'm Kobayashi Aoki." I began before my thoughts decided to head a wrong turn, he smiled. "I'm Kinoshita Hideyoshi, it's nice to meet you, Aoki."

"I'll introduce you." Mizuki offered, walking over to a boy with light brown hair and brown eyes, who had been staring at me this whole time with a thoughtful expression. Weird, he has this stupid look that reminds me of someone. Wait…"This is—!"

"Hey, wait a minute, aren't you…Hii-chan?" I squinted my eyes to look at him, trying to see if my eyes were actually playing tricks and this wasn't my childhood friend from long, long ago. He seemed surprised, especially the nickname. It took a moment until his eyes lightened up in recognition.

…Yep, this is Yoshii Akihisa, my idiotic childhood friend.

"Ao…ki?" He returned the squint.

I rolled my eyes, "No, idiot. It's Kiiroki." I sarcastically added, he was about to believe before I crossed my arms. "Yes, you idiot! It's me, Aoki! You're an idiot as usual, Akihisa."

He frowned, "Hey! I'm not that stupid!" There was a cough somewhere in the class.

Mizuki seemed to be surprised at this, her eyes had this really scary flash before disappearing suddenly. Another girl, the one with magenta hair didn't look pleased at the fact that Akihisa knew me. Were they jealous? Holy crap, did Akihisa manage to snag attention?!

What a miracle! His stupidity attracted pretty girls!

A boy with red hair and red eyes walked up towards us, he looked at me for a moment. "So you're Kobayashi?" He began, observing me for a moment. I narrowed my eyes at him, was he a playboy? Is he a flirt?

"Yes…?"

He seemed to smirk to himself for a moment before shaking his head, "No, it's nothing. I'm Sakamoto Yuuji, Class representative." He nodded his head. I eyed him for a moment before nodding back.

"Nice to meet you, I guess."

Mizuki cleared her throat for a moment, the smile back on her face. She walked over to the magenta green eyed girl, "This is Shimada Minami."

Minami was still glaring at Akihisa. I had to bite back the smug grin appearing on my face, Minami liked Akihisa? And by the looks of Mizuki since she was also glaring at Akihisa for a moment, she did too. This looked like some love comedy, I should buy popcorn.

It took a moment before Minami gasped, "Oh, um, I'm sorry. I'm Shimada Minami, it's nice to meet you, Aoki."

I smirked—I mean smiled back, "It's nice to meet you too."

The class seemed pretty interesting, the Minami and Mizuki might be amusing to watch since they seem to be infatuated with the oblivious idiot over there. The said idiot was staring at me with a concentrated look, I raised an eyebrow at him. What's his problem?

Before I could even ask, Akihisa shook his head. "When I saw pictures of you from my sister, you had a flat-chest. I'm surprised that you've gro—ow, ow, OW, OW, OW, OW!" Before he could even continue his godforsaken sentence, I had tackled him down to the floor, flipped him over to his stomach and performed a leg lock on his leg. No matter how long Akihisa knew me, he was so stupid by commenting anything about my looks.

I was a late-bloomer, okay?!

"Continue, I dare you." I glared as Akihisa pounded his hand on the tatami floor while crying out in pain. I've been doing this ever since I was small and yet he still hasn't learnt his goddamn lesson yet. I could have sworn that someone slid against the floor but screw that, I need to handle this idiot!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He cried out but I decided to be cruel, I pulled on his leg harder.

I blinked innocently, "What? I didn't hear you."

"I'm so—ow, OW, OW, OW! I'M SORRY!" He shrieked this time, a smile crept its way to my face before I release him suddenly. He sighed out a breath of relief. Yeah, you better be happy I didn't kick you to the next century.

I noticed a familiar grey-ish purple haired boy cleaning his camera lenses, I eyed him suspiciously. It's the same person who slid across the tatami for some reason. Who in the right mind would slide across a tatami mat?

Mizuki appeared, she must have noticed me staring at him. "This is Tsuchiya Kouta." She introduced.

"We call him Voyeur." Akihisa chimed from the floor. Yeah, I still haven't moved away from him. He's a really good seat actually, more comfortable than those cushions looked like.

"I'm Kobayashi Aoki." I raised a hand, he just nodded his head with a 'Mm'. He's rather…quiet. Was he some sort of silent photographer?

Wait a minute.

Voyeur?

As in, Voyeur?

A person who likes seeing sexual things such as nudity and other sexual acts? In another words, a pervert?

…

…Holy shit.

This is my first time meeting another person like this. Akihisa was clearly one—I knew through letters, he was never discreet when it came to explaining something for me (It was one of the perks of being best friends that still keep in touch, we're practically siblings). Does that mean he takes photos? Is he some sort of stalker?

I looked at him once more, he was still cleaning his lenses. Well, the girls didn't mind him or shot nasty looks towards him, it was like they didn't care that he was into those things. If the girls were cool about it then maybe I should be too. He didn't look like a bad person.

In all honesty, he's actually a cutie. But Hideyoshi was much more cuter…despite being a boy.

Or girl?

He didn't seem to care that I was staring at him, I felt Akihisa struggle on the floor. Yep, I was still sitting on him. He was flailing around like some sort of fish out of water, pleading me to get off from him. I snorted, is he calling me fat? I crossed my arms and my legs causing more pressure to his poor back.

"Aoki! I can't…breathe!" He cried from the floor, I mentally laughed at his misery. "Aoki!"

I shrugged, "I don't have a seat." It was true, technically all the seats were taken. All the cardboard boxes were taken—wait, why are there people dressed up as some sort of occult in a corner?

Mizuki came to the rescue, probably to rescue Akihisa, what a wonderful girl. She pointed at the free seat that so happened to be next to hers, "Um, um, y-you can sit right here!" She waved her finger around frantically since Akihisa was probably turning blue by then.

Minami was nodding her head as fast as she can, "Ye-Yeah!"

I wanted to annoy them by saying I was lazy but Mizuki might be terrifying. Beware of the nice ones they say. I got up from Akihisa's back, he inhaled so deeply I thought he was going to pass out from doing that. I sat on the seat where Mizuki pointed at and realized that the cushion had no cotton whatsoever, but at least it doesn't give us tatami marks.

The bell rang causing everyone to run back to their seats for some reason. Which reminds me…I don't even know my own homeroom teacher yet, actually, they never introduce to me my teacher but they said I had no need since I met him…or something around those lines.

The cute pinkette sat down next to me, I tapped on her shoulder to get her attention. "Mizuki, who's our homeroom teacher?"

She turned to me before thinking thoughtfully, "He's a nice person. Oh, but his name is—"

A loud bang had cut off poor Mizuki for the second time this morning. I turned to see Mr. NISHIMURA?! Holy crap, why is here for morning period? Did someone do something wrong? Did Akihisa break a rule again—

Wait.

Morning period.

Homeroom period.

…

…

Shit.

He's Class F's homeroom teacher?!

-x-

I spent the whole day staring at Kouta and ignoring the rambles of every subject teacher since I nearly fell asleep sitting up. The lessons were much slow-paced and it was boring as hell. I actually had thoughts to ditch class and head over to the roof, but then again—the teachers looked like they didn't care. When Mr. Nishimura came in, he forced me to introduce myself in front of the whole class and dear heavens, I felt like I was pale as a sheet.

I wasn't too…okay with attention, I rather spend my life without any.

But all those staring eyes were just so…creepy. It was like 'Hallelujah, a new girl aside from Minami and Mizuki!'.

I nearly tripped over when I returned back to my seat and decided to shut up for the rest of homeroom until a new period.

If my mom was here, she would slap me for being an idiot on sleeping on the placement test and demand a re-take. She'd also smack me for falling asleep during lecture but who can blame me? It's so…boring and dull, even grass looks more interesting.

Mizuki was being a good student and took down notes. Hail this woman for being such a role model I can never be.

Akihisa and Mizuki were being helpful and taught me more about this school and what happened before I enrolled. They informed me about the Summoning Wars and other stuff that including war—meaning no test except for remedial! Basically, they want to overthrow Class 2-A and take their awesome classroom.

I understand why though.

"I'm so boooored." I whined followed by yawning out, Mizuki chuckled at my reaction.

"Did you sleep late, Aoki?"

"Around…" I tried to remember the time. It was super late, "…3 o' clock in the morning?"

She gasped, "Why so late?"

"Two words. Video Games." I yawned again. I literally drowned myself in coffee so I won't fall asleep in the middle of the hallway. I had this strange habit of sleeping everywhere, my mom found me sleeping on the stairs one time.

Like sprawled out on the stairs, it was so oddly comfortable.

But I was smacked awake in the end.

Mizuki resumed studying while I ended up staring at Kouta again, he was half-listening, half looking at his camera that the teacher didn't care. He seemed anti-social…but at least he wasn't an awkward loser like somebody I knew my whole life.

By awkward loser I mean me.

He had short grey-ish, purply hair that actually looks nice. Was it dyed? I bet not. He was concentrating on his camera—oh shit he noticed me staring at him. Look away, look away…

I ended up staring outside towards nothing, the cold draft didn't bother me because of my sweater. I felt him staring at me for a moment before looking away, I let out the breath I had been holding and turned back to him, he resumed looking through his camera. I wonder what's inside of his camera?

I bet dirty things. Yep, totally dirty things.

I began devising a plan to steal that camera right under his nose. It's going to be glorious. Don't blame me for being so nosy, I'm very curious about what dirty things he's hiding inside of that camera. Did he have boys there too? I wonder how many panty shots he had.

My mind was ruined, I admit so I was a-okay seeing things like that. I wonder if he had a collection of panty shots assorted by color and patterns.

I snorted at that. I'm really going to steal that camera, I swear.

But first things first…

How will I steal that camera?

-x-

A/N: Sometimes I wonder if I'm those rare Mizuki/Akihisa fans out there. Mizuki is so lovable but so terrifying—

She's basically Yuno Gasai or Nyu.

Plus, people see her as annoying and too cliché or mary-sue and I'm like—?

I love Mizuki to bits and I love Minami because she's so adorable and tsundere and omg. I love everything.