Amami Michiko.

A girl blessed with looks more than most.

She became popular in just her first day of high school. You'd expect her to have many friends and be adored by everyone around her.

It was the opposite.

Amami Michiko, also known as Yuki Onna, had a bad reputation with rumours of her middle school times spread by those who went to the same junior high as her.

Arrogant, selfish, mean, she was basically a horrible person.

Whether they were true or not, people didn't care and took them as the truth. Michiko never tried to clarify or explained herself, strengthening the rumours as a result.

That was until,

The school bell rang loudly, signalling the start of lunchtime. Michiko rose from her seat with a lunch box in her hands, heading to the place she usually ate lunch at.

"Hey, move out!" Michiko turned at the loud voice, only to be greeted by a person running pass her at a quick pace. Before she could take another step, a boy came towards her way with all his might and collided with her.

The brunette winced as she could feel the pain attacking her body. She groaned and felt a heavy weight on her. The culprit lifted himself up and looked at her. They stayed silent for a while. In the boy's mind, he thought of how pretty the girl under him was, her marine blue orbs that glowed in contrast to her dark chocolate hair. This is truly a scene from a shoujo manga, now if she were to blush-

"What are you waiting for? Please get off of me." The girl said with a straight face.

"Oh yeah, sorry." He quickly moved himself from her.

Michiko got up and turned to her lunch that was now scattered on the ground.

He got a good look at her and realised, *Isn't she..*

"I'm really sorry, I'll clean that up and buy you lunch." The black haired male said with a grin.

She sighed and met eyes with him, "No need, just don't go running around like that again. It's disturbing." She said.

"Huh?" Kuro looked at her, genuinely confused.

Without a second look, Michiko left him. He scratched the back of his head and sighed.

"Oi Kuro! Give me back my- what happened here?" The boy whose eyes resembled an owl, asked. Kuro clicked his tongue and glared at his friend,

"You, because you were chasing me, I bumped into someone."

"Huh? That's your own fault, you took my wiener!"

Michiko returned with a broom and a dustpan, she paid no care to the two boys in front of her and started cleaning the mess. The two were immediately struck by guilt and bent down to help.

The three silently cleaned the mess. When they were done, Kuro apologised once again and even made his friend apologise with him, but Michiko said nothing and only bowed before leaving.

"Eh..what's with her.." Bokuto watched the walking figure from afar.

"I know! She must be pissed because she can't eat." He guessed.

"You don't know her?"

"Huh? Was I supposed to?" Bokuto gave his friend a look.

"She's popular you know."

Bokuto's eyes widened, "Ah! Is she the one everyone talks about? What was it again? Hone Onna?"

Kuro smacked his friend's head, "Yuki Onna. She's not going around deceiving men."

"Huh? Yuki Onna? She's not going around killing people either, that's even worse!"

"They're probably calling her that because of her skin colour, don't you think?" Kuro sweat-dropped.

"Ah- she was really pale." Bokuto acknowledged.

Michiko returned to the classroom from the restroom and found a plastic bag on her table. She opened it and saw a sandwich and a small carton of strawberry milk with a note inside as well,

To make up for your lunch yesterday.

-Kuro

Her eyes widened slightly, it was the first time in a long time, someone actually treated her nicely. She unwrapped the sandwich and started eating it quietly. Little did she know, the giver was watching secretly from the door frame and grinned in content.

For some reason, ever since that day Kuro bumped to pretty-faced brunette, he kept thinking of her. Not in a strange, nor indecent kind of way. Nor was it because he had grown to like her. Simply because he was intrigued.

Kuro had heard a lot about the rumours about her from his classmates, i.e. the girl who sat behind him that always gossiped with her friends. But he was never one to believe in baseless information. Though he didn't know her, he could at least tell that she isn't a bad person.

One thing he did agree on was her nickname,

Yuki Onna.

It suited her.

Not because she was dangerous, not because she was mean and cold like the rumours.

But because she was beautiful.

After school, Kuro made his way to the shoe lockers and opened it, a small piece of paper was placed inside his black footwear.

Thanks.

Kuro stared at the neat handwriting and let out a sigh.

"Hey."

Michiko sighed and turned to the male walking beside her, "Are you following me now?"

"Not at all, I live in this neighbourhood too." He flashed her a grin.

She eyed him with suspicion but didn't question him any further.

"I got your note the other day." He spoke again.

Michiko stiffened and looked away in embarrassment, "It's nothing."

His eyes widened slightly, not expecting that would be her response, "Do you usually eat lunch alone?"

She turned to him, "What's in it to you?"

"Now now, don't be like that." He chuckled, "I'm Kuro by the way, but you probably know already. Why don't you eat with me and my friends tomorrow?"

"What?" She looked at him with a bewildered expression.

"It's just the guy who helped clean the mess we made and two others." He informed.

"No, what's wrong with you? We don't even know each other, why are you inviting me?"

"Huh? There's no reason. Just that, isn't it better to eat with people?"

"I'm fine eating alone."

Kuro grinned, "I'm not accepting a no as an answer, I'll come pick you up at lunch."

"What? Don't-"

"See ya!" Kuro said before taking a turn and walked quickly, leaving her. Michiko sighed and shook her head,

*What's wrong with him..*

The brunette stared at him with a straight face, "Let's go," He grinned.

"No." She walked past him.

"Come on, it's not somewhere open where everyone can see you. It's in a club room."

"Club room?" She raised a brow.

"Yeah, we're the Human Research Club. But we don't actually do anything but hang out." He smirked.

She looked at him, unconvinced, "I'm surprised the school allowed it."

"Well, we don't need any budget and only use the classroom."

She stopped her tracks and faced him, "Look, stop trying to get close to me. Just because I talk to you doesn't mean we're friends."

Kuro's stayed silent for a moment and watched the girl, "You should let loose a bit. It's not bad to have friends."

She turned her small back at him, "I don't need friends. And please stop talking to me, nothing good will come of it."

"Well, I wanna be friends whether you like it or not. Just so you know, I'm quite persistent." He smirked proudly.

Michiko exhaled, "Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why do you want to be friends?"

"Why not? You seem nice."

She shot him a look, "You've heard the rumours right? I'm-"

"I know. But rumours are just rumours, I'll decide myself on how I think of you."

Her eyes widened slightly, "I just wanna be friends with you, is that really so bad?" He asked, this time, with a genuine smile.

"It's just that.." She looked down, clearly feeling uncomfortable.

Kuro rubbed the back of his neck, "I won't force you to be friends with me if you're so against it, but for today, let's eat together."

She met his eyes and surrendered, Kuro opened the door. Both of them froze when they saw a strange sight. A boy with a short-cut brown hair was on top of Bokuto and a small girl with pink hair was squatting down with a nosebleed and seemed like she was taking pictures of the two boys with her phone.

"Ah, wrong room, wrong room." Kuro closed the door again.

"Kuro! Come back! Help me!" Bokuto shouted.

"Amami, maybe I'll start eating with you."

"I understand."

"Oi!" The door banged open.

"Oh, you're the bento girl from that time." Bokuto pointed at her face, the other boy slapped his hand away, "Oi, that's rude."

"Amami Michiko." She corrected.

"Oh! Amami, I'm Bokuto from Class 1-1." He gave her a big grin.

"Nice to meet you, sorry for surprising you just now, Amami-san." The boy said.

"Yaku, you know her?" Bokuto asked.

"She's in my class." He replied, Michiko looked away.

"I don't think she knows you." Kuro smirked, to which Michiko responded by glaring at him.

"Sorry." She said.

"It's okay, I don't remember everyone in our class either." He assured.

She bowed her head, "I'm Yaku."

Michiko shifted her gaze to the girl, "Hello, I'm Nekota Ami. Nice to meet you, Amami-san."

Michiko then turned her vision to the side with a troubled look on her face. She was taken aback by how close the pink-haired girl she didn't know, was to her, invading her personal space much more than people normally would.

"Nekota, you're making her uncomfortable." Kuro told.

"Ah, sorry, Amami-san. It's just it's my first time seeing a bishoujo up close." She grinned.

"It's okay." Michiko assured, Nekota started asking her about questions that the brunette didn't fully understand, which she tried to respond nonetheless.

"And so, Amami's gonna start eating lunch with us from now." Kuro announced.

"Oh!" Nekota eyes sparkled and the other two boys smiled.

"Eh? Eh!" She turned to Kuro with a mixture of surprise and annoyance while he smiled.

"Well, what do you think?" Kuro asked.

"They're nice people." She answered.

"Then let's-"

"Because they're nice people, I can't." She stopped her tracks, "And, why are you following me?"

"I'm not, my house is in this area too, remember?"

Michiko took a good look at him for a moment before walking ahead, entering a supermarket.

"You're following me." She shot him a look.

"I just thought you'd need help carrying groceries." He grinned innocently.

Michiko sighed, "Alright."

"Really?" He broke into a smile and followed her.

Michiko took two cartons of milk, body wash, fruits, sweet potatoes, rice, chicken, etc.

"You're really using me huh." He chuckled.

"You offered." She reminded.

"I know."

The two walked towards her home. They stopped in front an apartment building. They went up to the seventh floor and stopped in front of the door.

"Thanks." She said and took the plastic bags from him.

"You live alone?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"Where are your parents?"

"They had to move to Hokkaido for work."

"Oh, you didn't go with them?"

The bijin didn't respond.

It was clear from her expression that she didn't want to continue the conversation. So he spoke of other things.