Done.

Momiji flipped his finished test over, placed his pencil down on the desk, stretched, and yawned. He loved the relaxed feeling of being done with a test, the sense of freedom that came with knowing that he didn't have to worry anymore. At least until the next one.

Glancing up at the clock as he picked up his pencil again, Momiji started doodling rabbits on the back of his test. Rabbits were his favorite animals 2:45, it's 2:45 on a Tuesday, he sang in his head. Momiji often sang. And drew rabbits. His classmate would occasionally shoot him a look in the halls for his odd behavior, but Momiji didn't really care. He did what he enjoyed, even if it meant acting half his age. Anyway, the other students had come to take his quirks in stride now that they were in their last year of high school.

Just five minutes to go! Momiji thought as he tipped his head backwards to look at the clock on the back wall. Suddenly, something strange caught his eye.

A girl was lying with her head flat on the desk, fast asleep. Students would occasionally nod off slightly during long lectures, but no one had ever completely fallen asleep in the middle of class. Especially not during a test. What was more; Momiji didn't even recognize the girl.

Momiji turned around to get a better look at her. It took him a second to remember that she had just started at the school after summer break and had kept mostly to herself, not making any friends. She had ash blond hair that was strewn across the desk, obscuring her face and the test she should have been taking.

The sound of a chair scrapping against the floor made Momiji whip back around to face forward. The teacher had stood up and had her eyes on the sleeping girl too. Momiji held his breath as the teacher began to meander slowly up the aisle between desks. Ms. Ueda was a good teacher but known for being strict and quick to catch and punish any messing about in her class. Momiji hoped she wouldn't be too hard on the new girl. It was still only her third week at a completely new school after all.

But Ms. Ueda surprised Momiji. Instead of making a big deal about it, she quietly bent down and gently shook the girl's arm to wake her. The girl shifting groggily then sat bolt upright, wildly looking around.

"Oh. Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I—"

"It's alright," Ms. Ueda said so softly that Momiji had to strain to hear. "Just finish your test and I'll talk to you after class."

"Ok. Thank you." As the teacher walked back up the rows of desks the girl sighed and stared dejectedly at her test, pushing her hair out of what Momiji now saw were startlingly green eyes.

The rest of the class had missed the little drama being enacted in the background but it had sparked Momiji's curiosity. What made the girl so tired? Why was Ms. Ueda so relaxed and understanding about it? And why on earth could Momiji not remember the girl's name?

Disclaimer: Fruit's Basket and its characters belong to Natsuki Takaya