A/N – So, my first Free! Fanfic. This is a short one, just a few chapters. Because Nagisa doesn't get enough love on this site unless it's yaoi pairings with Rei, and I'm not into those.

Chapter 1

Akira Yamada sat quietly on the train, her fingers flipping through the small organizer in her hands. A long, dark braid hung over one shoulder, the ends of the hair just skimming the organizer. She had a lot to do today. Student Council Meeting at 3, she reminded herself quietly, reading off her own neat handwriting. Finalize Cultural festival dates with Moira-senpai during lunch. That wasn't much of an issue. They'd almost decided on the dates. Photography club meeting at 4. Akira paused, wondering if that would clash with her Student Council Meeting. Considering the first year student council members had just been chosen, it was likely the meeting would take longer.

Akira glanced up thoughtfully, wondering what to do about her possible schedule clash when she saw a pair of magenta eyes staring at her. It was a boy sitting across the aisle with strawberry blonde hair and the Iwatobi High uniform. He blushed as soon as she caught him staring, but didn't avert his eyes. Akira raised an eyebrow. Freshman, she thought absentmindedly as the train stopped to a halt. She snapped her organizer shut and joined the crowd of people who were getting off.

The corridors were filled with students and Akira smiled politely at a few people whom she knew before slipping into her own classroom. Her usual seat was empty and she sat down, barely glancing at the boy next to her. Just as she sat, a girl approached her.

"Akira-chan! Student Council Meeting today, do you remember?" she chirped.

Akira nodded at Yuri, gesturing quietly towards her organizer. "Hai, I know."

"Isn't it great? We'll get to meet the first year council members. Do you remember when we were first years, Akira-chan?" However, there was no time for a trip down memory lane, as their sensei entered the class just in time. Disappointed, Yuri moved across the room to take her own seat. It wasn't a coincidence that they sat so far from each other. Akira had planned it herself.

She glanced to her left and spotted her neighbor, Haruka Nanase, sitting quietly with his dull blue eyes and looking as uninterested as ever. This seating arrangement was no coincidence either. Since her first year at Iwatobi, Akira had gone out of her way to get a seat next to Haruka. It wasn't out of any attachment towards the boy.

It was for the simple reason that Haruka never talked, and Akira liked her silence.

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Akira saw the blonde haired boy on the train the next morning as well. He smiled at her, as though they knew each other, and Akira gave him a stoic look in return. She wasn't in the habit of smiling at strangers. She flipped her organizer open again, checking her list for the day. Work at 5, she remembered as she read. Finish chemistry write-up; submission tomorrow. Print Photography Club posters during lunch.

Akira snapped her organizer shut and looked up to see the blonde boy still watching her. She wondered if she should go tell him to stop staring, but decided against it. If she ignored him, he would lose interest eventually. Besides, he seemed harmless. Just an overly curious first year.

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But Nagisa didn't lose interest. He made a habit of smiling brightly at her on the train every morning, and Akira was certain that if the train wasn't so crowded already, he would try to sit next to her. She frowned as she flipped through her organizer. How to get this boy to leave her alone? His staring was making Akira so uncomfortable that she was barely able to get through her day's schedule before she got off the train. Stupid first year boy. No manners at all.

Akira kept picturing those annoying magenta eyes until she took her usual seat in class. As always, Haruka Nanase didn't turn to wish her good morning, he didn't even look at her. Akira smiled to herself. Why couldn't the world be more like Haruka, minding its own business?

Akira went to go print the photography posters during lunch and came back with a bundle of them in her arms, just in time to see the little blonde devil exiting her classroom. Akira froze. How had he found out what class she was in? He was in the doorway, facing the inside of the classroom as he waved to someone.

"Sayonara, Haru-chan, Mako-chan!" the blonde called. Akira had never heard his voice before, but it was just as sickeningly adorable as the rest of him. She paused in the doorway just as he turned around and saw her. His magenta eyes widened happily. "Senpai!" he exclaimed, as though they were old friends who'd met in an unexpected place. Akira stiffened.

"Move, you're in my way," she snapped. Akira pushed past him and walked to her own desk, slamming the posters down on it. She turned to see the blonde boy lingering in the doorway, but one more glare from her sent him on his way. Akira stuffed the posters in her bag, before turning to look at Makoto.

"Makoto-kun, do you know that first year?" Akira asked bluntly.

Makoto turned to look at her in surprise. Despite the fact that she'd been sitting near him and Haru for the past year, she'd never really tried to speak to them. "You mean Nagisa?" Makoto asked with his usual kind smile. "Hai, Haru-chan and I were in the same swimming club as him in elementary school, we-"

"I don't really care," Akira cut him off before he could launch into a history of how they'd met and what they'd done. She didn't have time for all that. "Tell him to stop staring. It's rude and distracting."

Makoto blinked. "Oh. Okay."

Akira nodded, before taking out her organizer and striking off Print posters for photography club with a flourish.

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