disclaimer: If I owned Sukisho, I would've given Nao an actual realistic pony tail.
Sighing to himself, Sora Hashiba inwardly cursed that he was always at the bus stop way too early, and jogged in place on the curb in a struggle to stay warm. Normally, considering the bus wouldn't come for another 40 minutes, he was alone at the stop. But today was different- another teenager had been standing there when he arrived. He'd never seen the guy before. He had long hair that matched his eyes, and pale skin. He noticed the teenager was wearing a lot of pink- the scrunchie holding his hair in it's high pony tail was pink, his sweater was pink, not to mention his eyes and his hair were too. He had his arms crossed and his cheeks were flushed, and he was sporting a glare that Sora didn't doubt could kill someone. As if the teen could read his thoughts, he sent the glare at Sora. Sora immediately looked away. He didn't dare look back, not until the bus came and the other teen climbed on did Sora steal a glance at his back. Something about him was mysterious, and Sora found himself being drawn to him.
He sat down in his seat for his second class of the day, set his bag down and waited for the teacher to get there. A few minutes after the bell and the students started to notice their teacher was late. Just then the door opened and their teacher walked in, with another person trailing behind him. Sora recognized the student as the guy he'd seen at the bus stop earlier that morning. "Class, we have a new student with us as of now. Why don't you introduce yourself?"
"I'm Sunao Fujimori… Nice to meet you all." Sora noticed that the new student- err… Sunao… seemed uncomfortable. There was no trace of the earlier glare, now he just had his arm pressed against his side and he held his elbow with the other arm's hand while his eyes were cast towards the floor. Sora figured he was nervous or didn't like a lot of attention.
"Go sit down, there's an open seat next to Sora" The teacher sat back at his desk and prepared for the lesson, and Sunao sat down in his seat. Sora tried not to stare at him. Something told him life was about to get interesting.