Author's Notes: Hello all! Welcome to my new venture into fan-fiction!

This will be a multi-chaptered fic containing adult themes and descriptions, and as you know, an Akihiko/Yukari pairing. Most of it is already written, so I'll be updating every Friday as I continue on with editing the shit out of the rest of it. Please visit my profile for more information and links to my tumblr where I update fic information and discuss character arcs (and post silly pictures).

But first, an opening!

Usually, Yukari didn't mind overhearing the quibbling of adolescent girls; between the arguments about which girl said what and in what tone, or what store had the best sale, or which foundation gave the best overall coverage without sacrificing price...

Girls were girls, and she was totally one of them; gossipy, over-indulgent and chatting about hundreds of topics over and over until they were discussed to death. Yukari never really disliked this form of female communication.

But when overhearing a familiar name, Yukari realized this wasn't just a bunch of arguing teenage females.

It was a godamn fan-club!

And it was Akihiko-senpai's godamn fan-club!

Often she would gossip to Fuuka or the other girls in the class about the cutest boy or who had the nicest hair/smile/eyes/ass, and that would be it. The conversation would end and life continued on. She completed homework and assignments, she went to Archery Club and chatted with Shinjiro about cooking or ironed her clothes or took a shower or walked Koro-chan with Minato - and Yukari went about her day without dwelling on any other human being, regardless of their physical attractiveness. That was normal.

Akihiko-senpai's fan-club was so not normal.

They seemed to make the fact of her senpai's existence the very reason for their being. And she was sure, at some point, she overheard one of them confess their undying love for him.

They didn't even know him.

"Okay, so we know he goes to Boxing Club tomorrow evening, we can intercept him afterwards," the girl with the long black hair tied back in a lazy ponytail began in a hushed tone, "his next match is in a few weeks, I'm thinking about getting some t-shirts made up. What do you think?"

"Can we get ones with a picture of his beautiful smile?"

"Can we get ones with his beautiful ass?"

Yukari nearly threw up her lunch. Poor Akihiko was getting perved on and he probably wasn't even aware of it. Those girls were planning to follow him after training, and while a huge part of her contemplated warning him, a smaller part of her wasn't sure how to.

The archer admitted to herself that she never really made much conversation with her quiet senpai; but she knew him to be disgracefully awkward and she found that she didn't make much effort to talk to him because of that. With that in mind, what would she say?

Hey Akihiko-senpai, did you know there's a group of girls who want a t-shirt print of your ass?

Somehow, she didn't think that would be the best approach.

For all her sneering of the group of perverts, Yukari quietly accepted that they, like her, didn't really know the senior. While she lived with him and understood him to be a protien-shake drinking adrenaline junky, other than that she had no clue about who he really was or how he really felt about anything. He... enjoyed combat, and danced around most opponents. He was week against ice attacks, and had a lot of stamina... but what the hell else?

Who were his parents? Did he even have parents? How did he meet Shinjiro? When did he and Mitsuru-senpai meet? Was he always into boxing, or did something trigger it? What was his middle name? What was his favourite food? Did he watch much TV, or read any books? Did he have any interests other than boxing? How many trophies did he own?

In fact, as much as she hated to admit it, the group of girls who planned to follow him home tomorrow probably knew more about him than Yukari did. And that irked her, because she was fond of Akihiko and she felt a strange sort of sadness to know that she never invested any time in talking to him.

"Did you see? He was wearing a muscle-shirt going in to Boxing last week!"

"What? And I missed it! Mr. Ekoda kept me back after class and I missed it!"

"You really did miss it. It was glorious, he is absolute perfection."

They all sighed in unison; Yukari felt like it would be a good time to leave the library before she smashed one of them in the back of the head with her history book. Standing to pack her books back in her bag with more force than absolutely necessary, she swung the satchel over her shoulder and quietly brushed passed the girls; the one with the lazy pony-tail locked eyes with her as she made her way to the door, her brow furrowing as if she recognised her.

Knowing how much they followed her senpai around; they were probably aware that she lived in the same dorm as him, and she suddenly became nervous that she would become a target for them.

The last thing Yukari wanted was a fight with a group of Akihiko-crazed girls. They probably knew boxing.

Studying in the library with that kind of chatter was a total waste of time, and as the anger rose in her throat at the audacity of them, Yukari picked up her pace, her soft kid shoes stomping against the floor.

The nerve of those girls to think they could follow him around like that. Surely there were laws against that kind of thing?! Yukari had half a mind to report them, knowing that they were targeting someone as gentle and quiet and unassuming as Akihiko was the equivalent of taking advantage of him! And she was sure, even if he was made aware of the situation, he probably wouldn't do anything about it. Akihiko-senpai didn't know how to assert his authority as a senior, let alone talk down a group of love-sick girls. It would be a disaster if he knew, making him even more uncomfortable around people and the danger of it affecting his school life was something Yukari wouldn't be able to stand for.

So what was she to do? Let it continue, and let those idiot girls take advantage of him, or tell him and let him retreat even further in to his shell?

Terrifyingly, she thought about telling Mitsuru.

But that would be an extreme measure.

Or... she could stop them herself. It made her a target for their hate, but it was better than having them walk around with t-shirts with pictures of Akihiko's ass plastered all over them.

What the hell was their obsession with him anyway? They could at least make the effort to talk to him for more than a few seconds... though Yukari silently wondered if even Akihiko was capable of long conversation. Blunt, brutally honest responses aside, she admitted that even she didn't speak to him much to know and with that in mind Yukari vowed to ask him about his day when she got to the dorm.

Partially because she wanted leverage over those perverted girls, mostly because she was guilty about having never taken interest in him.

Author's notes: Next chapter, a look over the other side of the fence!