I was watching him from across the classroom, sitting behind his desk with the numerous piles of papers stacked up to his right. His eyes were casted down, and every once in awhile his hand would reach up to tilt the pair of crystal spectacles up further the bridge of his nose.

Mumbling quietly to himself as he scribbled down the needed print for his own paper work.

The classroom is almost deadly silent, if not for the occasional sound of stationary banging and hitting against the desk. I peer down from my stare and find the several blank paces where my answer is to be sought. A frown mars at my face and my pencil hovers over one of the many blanks.

Then I realized… I was yet to print in my name.

Oh, how stupid of me. I scowled at the paper, having the deed done in a second and resuming back to my self-scolding. If only this man wasn't in the room, if only he wasn't sitting there in-front of the class with his absolutely sexy tousled raven hair and those broad shoulders. As always he wore his button up dress shirt with his sleeves folded up to reveal his toned, lean and fair arms, messy and the top first buttons missing in with its natural place looped in the hole.

I found my lips suddenly becoming dry, so I moisten it then he does something that just made my heart beat faster than it already was, he leaned back on his chair and ran a lax hand through his already messed up locks, creating a vision of a complete and total sex God.

Oh I wouldn't mind bowing down to that.

I was unfortunately snapped back into reality when a (extremely) recognizable voice spoke through the speaker that was mounted at the side of the classroom. A few heads had perked up in attention while some chose to ignore the attention; I was one of those who raised their head. It was meant for me anyway.

"Will all members of the disciplinary committee please make their way over to the reception room now for a meeting?" It was Kusakabe-san's voice no doubt; the voice of the chairman himself would never be present no matter what. It's a nuisance, he would say to me.

Clearing my throat I carefully packed my things, unconsciously catching the eyes of my gorgeous Japanese history teacher who plucked the pen from his mouth and set it down while addressing my name softly.

"Ah, sorry Akasaki-sensei-"

"It's fine," he offered a smile which I relished with great gratitude, I stepped forward to his desk and he swiftly took the almost untouched paper from my hand. "You can come back after school and do the test, or if you want I'll arrange a time for you sometime tomorrow to finish so."

I unconsciously beamed with a wide smile on my face, never before had a teacher executed such a sentence with a gracious smile on their face. In-fact, if this happened to any other teacher it would probably take a lot for me just to convince them that I could not miss such a thing.

He shooed me away with a final smile and I was off grinning rather stupidly myself on the way to the reception room.

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"You're 2 minutes late, Sakurai Ayame." There was no gentleness in the way my 'boss' addressed me, there was no softness nor even the slightest bit of cheerfulness in the way he had called me as I entered through the reception room.

I was still grinning, grinning as wide as I could before several pairs of eyes are suddenly watching me close the door and step into line with Kusakabe.

Even though I was not in such a place as the chairman himself or Kusakabe, yet after the trip from the future it had seemed that my role as a mere member of the disciplinary committee has escalated. Though I was still clueless on how I was still connected to this group of smooth ruffians as I did promise myself a year ago to leave out the times I was ever in this group for as long as I am not in Namimori middle any longer.

"Sorry, Kyoya-senpai." I apologized half heartedly; at this point I didn't really care. My thoughts were just swimming with the many images of the scrumptious man sitting right behind his desk back in the classroom.

Hibari narrowed his eyes towards me as I failed to notice the suspicious air surrounding him.

At that moment Kusakabe cleared his throat and stood up straight. "Right, everyone…"

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"Sakurai." I whipped my head up from the text book as I heard my name, meeting the sharp and forever observant eyes of Hibari Kyoya himself as he stared at me from behind his desk.

His own text book lay open and his pen hovering just above it, I gave him an attentive look.

"Yeah?"

"…" He simply stared at me and I felt a strange uncomfortable air surround me, why was he staring at me like that?

"What class did you come out from before the meeting?" And when things couldn't get any stranger I had arched a brow at him and proceeded to place my pencil along the open spine of my book.

"Japanese history."

There it was again, that stuffy air floating around us like the buzz of an annoying fly. Whizzing and cutting through the air as I would hopelessly swat it away.

"… What are you doing?" He questioned my movements and before I realized what exactly I had been doing I flushed into a shade of pink and laughed nervously.

"Ah, sorry… Did you say something, Kyoya-senpai?" He narrowed his eyes again in that same way he always does when he's either suspicious or wanting to bite me to death.

I didn't think about it too much, my relationship with the chairman proved to be quite mutual yet he seemed to be a lot more comfortable around me than the others. I was a little grateful seeing as I had a sort of advantage, though there was always something that bugged me since our last trip to the future.

I've always tried to save the question in for last and hoped that one day it would just stay in my throat like a good boy and not splutter out like vomit.

"Akasaki then is your teacher?" I could've frowned at his lack for respect but went against it seeing as he seemed to be trying to be casual, he looked back down at his text book, scribbling down something as he waited for my answer.

"Uh, yeah, he is." A part of my mind immediately raced back to the young handsome teacher, picturing his relaxed position when he would lean back against the seat. I shivered almost unnoticeably, wondering if Hibari had sensed that too.

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason…"

Arching a brow I looked at the prefect one last time before ignoring the feeling I had before.

Maybe he knows of my infatuation for the man. I shook my head mentally; if he did he probably didn't care.

The next few moments were spent in silence, save for the constant ticking of the clock mounted at the side wall of the room and the same type of ticking made by my pencil against the page of my math's book.

I had been stuck on the same equation for quite sometime now, frowning and scratching my head in slight irritation as I cursed absently and unconsciously catching the prefect's attention.

"Stop that, herbivore." Almost immediately I did, whenever he called me that ungodly name it meant trouble if I was ever to disobey or anger him.

I glanced up mumbling a silent apology as I openly ignored the prefect sitting behind the desk; he glared at me profoundly finding that he didn't like the blatant show that always required my full attention.

An unnecessary though crossed his mind and he found himself pointing the glare right at himself, feeling that unwanted tinge of whatever the hell he felt back when we were both in the future.

My company was enough to make him a little more comfortable at least, that much he can admit to himself but that was it.

With an exasperated sigh I settled into scribbling whatever I thought fit right and took a glance at the clock, finding that the thick black arrow striking down to the quarter past mark. I threw my gaze away carelessly before a thought had flitted into my head.

"Crap!" Hibari tensed for a moment, only to glare offhandedly at another disturbance in his own work.

I paid it no heed before I started shoving my many belongings into my bag. "Sorry Kyoya-senpai! I just remembered I have a history exam I'm supposed to catch up on today!" I wasn't sure if he caught all of that but I figured he didn't care much as I was already dashing out of the room with a prominent slam of the door on my tail.

What I wasn't aware of was how he narrowed his eyes at my recent use of exit and his distinct murmur of something only he could've understood.