Ours
"What are you doing here?" Mikan heard Natsume's voice as he approached to disturb her from her quiet afternoon under a a tree. "Get away from my spot."
"This isn't your spot," Mikan frowned.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!" She stood up and looked at Natsume straight in the eye.
They looked each other down like
"Get out," Natsume stepped aside to get behind the brunette.
Mikan was tired of Natsume always getting his way. She turned around and grabbed the sleeve of his uniform.
"I was here first," she whined.
Natsume looked at her irritatedly and shrugged her off before taking a seat under the tree.
"Get up and leave or... or..." Mikan trembled.
"Or what, polka dots?"
"Or I'll... I'll..." Mikan clenched her fist. "I'll fight you!"
"Heh. Yeah, right," Natsume sniggered, taking out his manga.
Mikan huffed and stormed off. Natsume watched her and could have sworn he saw steam coming out from her ears and the vain in her forehead bigger than ever.
"Was that Mikan?" An older student asked from behind. Natsume looked his direction and saw none other than Tsubasa Andou.
"Mhmm," he said, finally burying his nose in his manga.
"You don't always have to send her away, you know," Tsubasa said, sitting down.
"But this isn't her spot," Natsume said grumpily.
"Ah, that's right," Tsubasa smiled. "It's ours."
End
Author's Notes: Haha! What even.