DISCLAIMER: Do not own Baka and Test or anything related to it, also do not own Gintama (should any references appear).

A/N: Just to clarify it, Yuuko does not wear a hairpin in this story.

The alarm woke me up, my hand automatically going to turn it off as it did every single day. Par my usual routine, I got up and went and brushed my teeth, took a shower, got dressed, and headed downstairs to make a small breakfast to eat now and a lunch to take with me to school. The house was quiet as always; seeing as my parents don't live here, only sending money from their travels; and seeing that I didn't have any siblings to speak of. The house was just… quiet.

I'm a 17-year old girl, my name: Kinoshita Yuuko, an only-child living alone. My life is… average, I suppose. I go to school, hang out with friends, come home, study and work out, and read shounen-ai manga. My grades are some of the best in my entire school; my strength is super; and on the outside, I seem like a perfectly happy girl living a perfectly happy life.

But that's not true…

On the inside, I feel so lonely. I may have friends and such, but I don't have anyone that I can just be completely myself with. At school, I always put up a façade of being the "model student of Class A", never allowing the extent of my full personality out in fear of my reputation being ruined.

I never have had someone to share all my pain and secrets with; no one I can just speak to without fear of judgment or a break-off of relations; no one to speak to about my secret boys-love fling. No one I can just be myself with, my real self.

I sighed, slipping my shoes on before picking up my bag and starting on my way to school. None of my friends lived nearby, so I was walking alone as always. My looks drew the eyes of quite a few boys, and even a girl or two here and there. I simply ignored them, keeping to myself.

I turned my head off to the side at the sound of some commotion, catching sight of a couple of students from Class F - the class who tried to take down my class in a summoner war. The brunette boy was acting so carefree with the class rep, a boy named Sakamoto, that it actually started making me feel a little jealous. It made me feel like I wanted someone myself to act so idiotically carefree with...

But that'd never happen, so I just simply tore my eyes away from them and continued on towards class.

I entered Class A, softly waving at Shouko and Kubo, the two top students (I followed shortly behind Kubo as the third top student) in our class. As always, they welcomed me warmly, which made me feel a little less lonely inside. But still, it's not like I could just be carefree with them - after all, I... have a reputation to uphold.

I tapped my pencil lead against my notebook, hearing the teacher's lesson but not listening to it. I was more drawn into my thoughts of what it would be like to have someone who would love me no matter what. Of course, there were my parents... but they were never around.

Someone around my own age - someone who didn't love me like a lover, but someone who loved me like a... sister? I smiled, wondering what it would be like if I had a sibling. Would it be a girl or a boy? Older or younger?

Without meaning to, I started drawing. As I drew a person, my sibling if I had one, I wondered what he or she would look like. Would it be a younger sister or brother? Older sister or brother? What would their hair be like? Color? How big their chest was or how tall would they be?

What would they wear? Casual clothing; pajamas; a school uniform?

"What is this?" I was suddenly snapped out of my trance-like state by the sound of the teacher's voice as he looked down at my notebook, I not noticing what was on it as I looked up at him, about to apologize for not listening to him. "This is pretty good, Kinoshita-san. You drew a picture of yourself just now? You have some talent there - though I do wonder about your uniform."

Confused, I looked down at my notebook, catching sight of a drawing of me. I stood there on the page, my hair (as always) freely falling down my face. It was almost an exact copy of myself if it wasn't flat-chested and wearing a boys' uniform.

"Ah, maybe this is how you'd look if you were a boy?" The teacher asked, smiling at me warmly.

A boy...? I asked myself, taking a closer look at the picture. A... brother...?

"Well, I don't mind if you draw, just so long as you listen to me while you're doing it."

I blinked, looking back up at him. "Uh, oh... t-thank you sensei. I apologize for not listening, I'll make sure to not make the same mistake again." I told him, standing up and giving an apologetic bow.

"Thank you, Kinoshita-san, you may be seated now." As I sat back down, he started heading back towards the front of the class. "Now, as I was saying, Toyotomi Hideyoshi-" His lecture went on, speaking about Oda and Akechi. I made sure to listen to him, but couldn't help my eyes from being drawn to the picture I had drawn.

I started on my way home after school, my bag in one hand and my notebook in the other. I couldn't help but keep thinking about the picture I had drawn; and, for some reason, I felt like giving it... him a name. So, what would he be called if I really did have a little brother?

My mind drifted, soon returning to my history teacher's lecture about the Warring States Period. I remembered Oda and Akechi, and all those other names he had mentioned, but the name of 'Hideyoshi' stood out the most. I didn't know why at first, but a memory soon surfaced in my mind.

Hideyoshi's former surname had been Kinoshita, the same as mine. Of course, it had been Kinoshita Tōkichirō, but 'Hideyoshi' had a much nicer ring to it. So, that's what I decided I'd call my picture.

Hideyoshi. Kinoshita Hideyoshi.

My expression fell as I stopped, opening up my notebook and taking another look at the picture. If only... he was real...

but... he's not.