Disclaimer: I do not own OHSHC. I only own Chisato-chan.
Winner by Default
Chisato Shugame had never thought of herself as conceited. Plain, quiet; yes, she was renown as the class genius. But conceited? Never. True, she did hide behind her hair more often than not, and her glasses and far-too-long dress concealed her figure rather than reveal her feminine characteristics, but Chisato was Chisato.
In this early morning, she stifled the smallest of sighs, and propped her chin up on her elbow. It seemed that the teacher's only wish was to bore her with meaningless words, so much so that the class blurred out into nothingness. The two seperate parties settled into their regular routine, with Chisato sinking deeper and deeper into her book. Her wavy, dark brown hair fell messily across her face; frowning with concentration, Chisato pushed it back.
It fell again.
Confused, Chisato whirled around. Behind her sat the infamous – or should she say 'famous' – Hikaru Hitachiin, features corrupted by a devilish smirk. The girls seemed to find his bright hair attractive, or his roguish behaviour ... exciting. But to Chisato, it meant nothing. She glared at him for a moment, and when she was certain she had corrected his foolishness, she turned back to her book.
The lock fell once more.
Chisato could stand it no longer. Whirling around, she glowered at Hikaru .. and then lost her nerve.
"Hikaru-san," the girl said sweetly, groping blindly at any straws she had, "could you repeat the question the teacher just asked for me?"
The class went quiet. Chisato rarely asked anything of anyone. In short, she kept to herself. Hikaru blinked dumbly at her, caught off guard. Chisato smiled pleasantly back, and her thin glasses flashed threateningly. After a moment or two, Hikaru opened his mouth, and smiled awkwardly up at the class.
"Repeat what the teacher said? Whoa, hold on, does this possibly mean that the famed Shugame-san of Bookland has finally surfaced to realize she hasn't been concentrating on getting good grades?"
The blow stung. The class tittered uneasily, all eyes glued to the conflict. The teacher said nothing, but took another quick sip from his mug, seizing the opportunity. Chisato closed her textbook, the pages whispering to her. Her cheeks burned with the indignation of it all.
"Stop side-stepping the request." she said bluntly, "Sure; go ahead and insult the fact that I'm literate in English, French, and Japanese as well, but that won't stop me from studying without distractions."
The words cut deep, but Hikaru didn't even wince. Instead, he grinned round at the class.
"Literate in Japanese ... that was left to last. Anybody wonder why? And sure; go ahead and study. I won't interrupt."
"That being said, you might think about carrying out your actions." Chisato said icily, "And if you plan on insulting my German background, think again."
She dealt the final blow; "Hikaru-san, as a final repeated request – the kanji translation. After all, I am less literate than you in Japanese after all."
The teacher, at this point, decided to intervene. Both boy and girl sunk back into their seats, Chisato smug, Hikaru sullen. Hikaru still said nothing, eyes focused on the board, but Chisato knew all too well that the complex kanji transcript was nothing but a blur of ink for him. She grinned, and buried her nose deep in the book once more. And even though the phrase appeared nowhere in the text she had chosen to study, she couldn't help but think -
Winner by default.
