1. a. Locker
Usagi leaned around the corner, scanning the hallway. She let out a sigh of relief.
Creeping forward like a bunny on the prowl, she stopped before a long, bare locker; the only one that remained unadorned in the aftermath of the school's latest championship. At least his sense of school spirit made his belongings easy to detect…and to desecrate.
Usagi reached into her bag, pulling from it a set of scissors, tape, and five large rolls of extra-soft, double-ply toilet paper. And she began her work.
Normally, Usagi sucked at art, or crafts, or decorating, or, well, anything that involved using anything that she could wrap herself in, staple herself to, or get stuck in her hair. But today, after mummifying herself accidentally twice, getting her hair caught in the door jamb five times, and wasting the remainder of her skipped homeroom class re-wrapping every inch of Mamoru's locker in toilet paper, her efforts, for once, had brought fourth fruit. It was truly a masterpiece to behold.
Just as she was attaching the last piece of tape, the bell rang, launching Usagi into the air—that is, until she rammed her head into the top edge of Mamoru's locker. The next moment, an obnoxiously familiar voice echoed from around the corner, and so the poor panicked rabbit did the only thing she could think of at the moment.
She hid.
In Mamoru's locker.
She watched in horror as he approached her hiding place, and leaned back away from the slots in the door, hoping to perhaps prolong her life by delaying her discovery. But something poked her sharply in the back, distracting her temporarily from her impending doom.
In all her haste and determination to vandalize Mamoru's locker, Usagi only now realized that she had missed an excellent opportunity to do some serious snooping into the jerk life of Chiba Mamoru. She picked up the offending object and examined it in front of the sliver of light. She only had time to register its bright red petals and the steel tip in its stem before the locker door was wrenched open, and Usagi was blinded by light and deafened by shouting.
"ODANGO! What have you done to my locker?"
"Ouch! You don't have to shout! I'm right here, baka!"
"EXPLAIN!"
Usagi grinned sheepishly and shrugged, which a moment later, she realized was a mistake. In the process of throwing up her arms, she also managed to thrust the stem end of the rose directly into Mamoru's nostril. He flinched, but then his face turned, (if it was possible,) redder.
"GET. OUT."
And Usagi sure as hell did.
It was only when she was out the door, through the schoolyard, and panting by the bus stop that she realized that the rose she was still holding could not have come from any ordinary admirer.