"Okay kids group time is over," Kakashi announced from the front of the classroom. The class had begun the year referring to him as "Mr. Kakashi", but the title eventually faded away, along with most of their respect for the man. They turned wearily towards the front of the classroom, but perked up when they saw the new face at the front.
"We have a new student," Kakashi said, with what they assumed was a smile. It was hard to tell with the mask, but no one was really looking at him. They were too busy ogling the new student.
"Hey, um, I'm Hoshino Haruno," the boy mumbled awkwardly. He stuck both hands in the pocket of his jeans and looked over to Kakashi to see if that was sufficient. Kakashi just waved his hand towards a seat, as he had already returned to the newest edition of Makeout Paradise. The boy began to make his way to the indicated seat.
Tenten leaned over to whisper into Ino's ear. "He is so cute."
"I guess, but in like the weirdest way possible," Ino whispered in reply. Tenten couldn't argue with that. The pale pink hair and bright green eyes were easily the weirdest phenotype combination that the school had ever seen (and they had had some weird looking people there).
"Mm, but that face! He's so...," Tenten struggled for the right word. "Pretty! He's pre- Hey Hoshino! I'm Tenten I guess we'll be like diagonal seat buddies!"
Hoshino nodded as he settled into the seat behind Ino and offered a twitch of the corner of his mouth in reply. He slung his backpack onto his desk and rustled through it for a bit before leaning forward. "Do you have a pencil I can borrow?"
"Sure," Ino replied. She looked through her expensive brand name purse for a bit (she refused to wear a backpack) before a producing a pencil and shoving it into Hoshino's waiting hand.
"Thanks," he muttered, scribbling down notes in obscenely neat handwriting.
"Oh my god," Tenten gushed, indiscreetly leaning towards Ino again. "Did his whisper sound as hot as his lips looked?"
"Ugh stop," Ino complained, glancing at Hoshino to make sure he wasn't listening in on them, "He's not even that hot!"
"That's because you like guys with long hair," Tenten began teasingly. Ino gave her a warning look. "And dark eyes, and a moody smirk, and-"
"I am not pining over Sasuke anymore okay?" Ino whispered angrily. "I just like a guy to- to look like a guy for God's sake! A little rugged you know? And his hair? Obviously a dye job." She snorted derisively and sent a look his way just as he met her eyes in a cool stare.
"Shit!" she exclaimed, turning quickly to avoid the his stare.
"Well I don't care what you think," Tenten argued, oblivious to the exchange. "That boy is foine as hell."
Against all odds Ino had every single class except one with the new boy, which was impressive considering the rigor of her courses. All through the day she'd been expecting to be confronted about bashing on the new boy on his first day, but he didn't say a thing. To anyone really. So, as Ino watched his retreating back as he left their final class for the day, she was a bit confused and more than a little relieved.
"My hair isn't dyed goddammit!" Hoshino screamed as soon as he'd closed the door to his room. He punted his pillow across the room. The pillow, wondering what it had done wrong, took the fall with a graceful flop, which only enraged Hoshino more. He proceeded to pummel the stuffing out of the pillow until he had sufficiently calmed down.
"It's the only pink thing I'm even allowed to have," he pouted.
"Mr. Haruno, would you like a snack?" a maid asked from the other side of the door.
"No thank you Maki," Hoshino answered politely. "Could you just... give me some time alone? Maybe an hour or so?"
"Yes sir," she replied dutifully. He listened for her footsteps heading away before he reached behind his back with a sigh of relief. After a couple of tries he got the clasp of the bindings undone, and sighed again as the wrappings fell to the floor. He felt so much better when his breasts weren't pressed so so tight against him.
"He" could finally breathe.