A/N

So I'm gonna write this fanfic full of random one shots because I'm weird and no one ships this. If you don't like don't read. Any warnings are at the beginning of every chapter. This isn't a smut chapter so no warnings, yay.

Ayano sighed. It was another boring, dull day. She'd go to school, eat, learn, go home, eat, go to sleep, wake up and then go to school again. The status quo of her emotionless existence continued. She slung her bookbag over her shoulder and walked out the door.

"Taro-kun hurry up!" "Stop yelling osananajimi it's gonna be fine." The tsundere huffed, directing all attention to her incompetent crush. "You are going to make us late-" She stopped as she fell along with the other girl.

Osana growled and got up, wiping dust off her skirt. "See baka! If you weren't such a dummy I wouldn't of knocked over this girl." Osana rolled her eyes before turning to Ayano. "Sorry, you need help?" She extended a hand which the fallen girl accepted.

Ayano was in a state of ecstasy. Raw emotion flooded her veins as her cheeks turned a bright hue of red. She shivered a bit when her hand made contact with the other girl's, the feeling of it driving her crazy.

"My name's Osana Najimi. Yours?" "Ayano-" She stopped. Maybe she shouldn't mention that she's an Aishi. The country's still a bit unsure whether or not her mom belongs in jail.

"Osana, we're going to be late!" "Fine you baka!" Osana yelled at her friend who was tugging at her other hand. "Bye Ayano-chan!" She said as she left with her friend.

Confusion overwhelmed Ayano at first. Why did she feel so warm? All that happened was she met a girl. A beautiful, wonderful, pretty girl-

Her eyes widened in realization. She was in love.

There was also a different feeling in her. One so different yet so similar to the one lighting up her cheeks, as the other new emotion boiled in her. The feeling she got when she saw that boy hold Osana's hand though Ayano couldn't name it.

Jealousy? Envy? No those were accurate but not quite it. It was the raw emotion of fire and hate. She couldn't stand seeing Osana touching someone else, she couldn't stand seeing her crush annoyed or upset.

The word came to her.

Rage.