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Kate Tolentino

Riz Pauline Malibiran

Jan Veda Marie Pajarillo

Monina Angela Santos aka EroPanda

Patricia Atienza

Diamyca Dhen Carmen

Gladys Vargas

Kenneth Flores

Milleth Corpus.

… Missing you guys already!

A/N: I'm back again—but this time, not with Heiress. I couldn't really find the imagination to write that one so I'm presenting you Providence instead. This is nothing but a four-to six chapters—really short. It has slight complicacy and I hope you'd still like it even if you're probably killing me to update my last and about to finished Heiress novel (novel, seriously?). After writing this, I hope I would now find the strength to finish H so I could write The Grim Reaper.

By the way, kindly disregard my A/N on the last chapter of Magic Eight Ball. I was supposed to post this story on with different characters but then again, I thought, why not post this on FFN instead?

Hope you like it!

This story is for you. :D

I'm currently addicted to male POVs lately so this story's point of view belongs to a male. Anyway, I do own the idea but I give respect to the genius of Hiro Fujiwara. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.

And as always, do tell me what you think.

PP.

Providence:

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At night when the stars light up my room

I sit by myself, talking to the moon.

Trying to get to you. In hopes that on the other side, you're talking to me too

Or am I a fool who sits alone, talking to the moon?

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Unleash your imagination and let the words flow.

_ FFN & FP_

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Prologue:

They said that in our life, there is this one person, which is connected within us in very doable and plausible way.

But I never believe that. To be honest, I'm a hater of that topic. Love is just a complicated thing, a hard to understand kind of logic… an irreversible kind of affection. Love is like a hurricane. It appears to destroy and wreak havoc on a certain someone's life.

Love is and was never meant to be easy.

But falling in love with her… is the easiest thing that I've ever done my entire life. She was this sweet little thing I always find myself absolutely connected to. And in fact, without her, I'm completely nothing. My heart belonged to her the moment I saw her and without verbally admitting, I know from the start that I'm already in love with he.

And I'd do everything just so she could be with me… and avoid the deathtrap Death had planned on her along with people who hated her.

Chapter One:

It didn't matter if the sky was releasing loads of water or if thunder was slicing the heavens apart. All I could ever think of is that I needed to escape those people chasing after me and finished off my work in a spotless manner. With all my strength focused on my legs, I ran off as fast as I could and without a doubt, I jumped off the building I was at and landed on the building gracefully on the building next to the one I was previously at. The people chasing after me stop right by the edge of the edifice and burned holes on me. I produced a smirk before running off again just in time to escape them when they started raining my path with bullets. But I really wasn't that fortunate because one bullet hit me by the shoulder.

I didn't hide my expression as I lost my balance and rolled down on the spiral staircase before landing on the ground with a loud thud. It was already a good thing I was wearing leather or my blood would have spilled on the floor and I couldn't waste the time to grab a map and clean my mess up. I put pressure on the profusely bleeding wound and before walking towards the nearest window and jumped off… until I realized that I was currently at the third floor and that I landed hard and violent again on a grassy ground.

I wiped the blood on my hands on the leather jacket I wore, ignoring the explicit pain on my shoulders before walking on the rain. I look up at the skyscraper again, rubbing my hands together to rid blood away and runs off to the black sedan waiting for me by the empty lot on the next street.

The door next to the driver's seat automatically flew open and I dutifully climbed up on it before shutting the door's closed. The car's interior lights switched on and illuminated Aoi's pale face. Aoi's was my friend, my best friend, and we've been together ever since we're eight years old. His family is a close family friend of ours that's why we became these good friends that we are now.

His enthusiastic brown eyes bored into mine as he threw me a towel and revved the engine back to life. "Twenty minutes tops." He said in lieu of his hello. "You're five minutes late."

"I did my best." I told him timidly before removing my jacket and threw it on the backseat. I used towel to put pressure on my profusely bleeding wound and clenches my fist tightly. Apart from the gun wound, I also have a few minor sprains on my left feet and right arm. Guess I'm having too much wounds for the day. I turned back to Aoi. "Is Kaon waiting for us in the pad?" I asked him.

Aoi nodded as he checked out my wound. "Yeah… is that serious?"

"Not much." I shut the lights off and leaned my head on the backrest of the leathered seat before shutting my eyes closed. "I'm hungry. Where's the phone?"

He grabbed something from the dash and tosses the phone on my wet dark washed jeans. "Planning to call your Mom?" he was grinning when he asked this.

"I'm not planning to go home all wet and looks like I'm about to die." I snorted at him with a roll of my eyes before dialing the pad's number. By the third ring, my other friend Kaon picked up.

"Hello, Aoi? How's—"

I effectively cut her off. "It's Usui. We're on our way home."

She stuttered a, "S-Sure. How's the mission?"

"I got the tape." I tapped the dashboard with my index finger as the migraine sliced through my veins. Must be the after effects of walking in the rain. "Can you cook late dinner for us?"

"Sure. I'm on the dot. Don't drive beyond speed limits." That and she hung up.

With my entire body aching at the same moment, I threw the phone on the dashboard and pressed my head hard against the darkness. "Hit the road, Aoi. I want to get home as soon as possible and that depends on how fast you drive back to our turf."

"Are we talking about speed limits?"

With my eyes closed, I nodded. "Sure." His laughter echoed on my ears as he stepped on the gas pedal, feed the engine with more gas and drove past agreeable speed limits.

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Hyatt Skyscraper welcomed us with bright lights that absolutely hurt my eyes. I live in here since I find myself rather independent and seek more the call of solitary. My other friends—along with Aoi and Kaon—sometimes comes around to visit me or when missions are out again for us to push through. Kaon's more on the shadowy side since on various missions, she's not allowed on the field. Our parents knew this kind of job. In fact, we work under their supervision. With all the wealth they possess that most people envy, they would need people whom they could trust their life, wealth and future on. And since they couldn't find people whom they could trust all those three, they decided to sent us to trainings so that as we grow up and reached our rightful age, we would be able to protect them.

Our lives as personal guards of our parents aren't that interesting. By evening—or when missions come out—we work as undercover agents; by morning, we are high schoolers—juniors to be specific. We are at risked too for being attacked at school so the school Director installed high profile security system on the entire Providence Academy and allowed us to bring the most inconspicuous of weapons to protect ourselves just in case something went wrong. After all, we can't risked to be discovered either.

I got my jacket from the backseat and put it on to conceal my gun wound and limped towards the entrance while Aoi threw his keys to the valet. The woman from the reception greeted us a warm good evening that I willingly ignore. Aoi, despite the lateness of the night, seemed gleeful as he greeted the receptionist back with that flirty voice of his. I got inside the elevator in a flash, punched in our floor number until the elevator pinged and opened to our flat. It was a quiet floor—probably because the entire place was bought for me—before I undo my jacket and walked towards my pad.

Kaon, coming from the kitchen to welcome us, had her eyes round at the sight of blood on my shirt. Her mouth fell open as she gaped at me. "Oh, my God—"

Again, I interrupted her. "I'm starving." I say and walked past her to get to the kitchen. "Come on, Aoi. I'm hungry. Kaon, come eat with us too."

"But… but—" Kaon chased after me and grabbed my healthy shoulder before whacking me hard on my head. "Takumi, you're damn bleeding. How could you act as if nothing happened to you?"

I couldn't help but glare at her. "Don't make a big fuss out of it or I'll kick you out."

"I'll leave by myself but not until I get to fix your wound." She pinched my shoulder again before pulling me by my elbow and dragged me to the bathroom and removes my white shirt off without getting bothered by it. She disinfected it first before gathering the materials she'd used to remove the bullet stuck on my flesh. Her forehead was creasing when she said, "Oh geez, Takumi. You've got a bullet planted on your bone!"

I sat by the bathtub while she fixed me and tried my best not to wince as she removed the bullet off my bone. Since Kaon's brother is a licensed psychiatrist—a doctor—she has a lot of experience and expertise on doing first aid stuff and doesn't even faint at the sight of blood. I really like her since she's always been so… so gracious and helpful on Aoi and I whenever we'd get ourselves in trouble during one of our missions.

She's a very reliable friend whom, I know quite well, that I could trust with my life.

However, my Mum likes Kaon for me—not as any normal friend but rather a favorite candidate to become my wife. But I never really like Kaon that way. In fact, our relationship only borders on that of a friend. I never really liked her that way. It felt as if, if I couldn't love her the way my Dad loves my mother, then, that must mean I couldn't love anyone that way. I consider myself unable to love what with all the things I couldn't understand yet. To be honest, it seemed as if I'm not capable of loving at all.

And besides, I'm certain that Kaon doesn't see me that way either. We're childhood friends—that's as simple as that.

When she's done fixing me, she brightened up and grinned at me. "There, you look much more humane now than a while ago."

I ignored her and got off the tub before walking straight to the dining where the food she had cooked for Aoi and I remained seated and untouched. "Aoi, come on." I called out as I passed by him by the living room. He leaped from the living room and appeared to be seated by the dining table only to frown at the sight of my bloody figure.

"You could wear a shirt, you know?" he suggests sardonically.

I simply ignored him. "Hand over the tape to Mom once you get home. He got a loaf of bread and bit him while Kaon took the seat next to him.

She too started eating. "By the way, Takumi, what's so important with that tape that you have to go as far as allowing yourself to get hurt just to retrieve it?"

Merely, I shrugged. "Before Ethereal Corporation became the way it was now, there were a few underground anomalies they have previously engaged in to." I answered her dully. Those tapes I got could destroy everything about us so, I need to risk my life just to retrieve it." I sighed. "It could bring the company and our entire family into shambles."

Kaon's forehead creased. "Shambles like what?"

''I don't know. But it could certainly destroy us. It could get destructive once publicized. These are very controversial information that Mom and Dad doesn't want me to involve."

Aoi groaned. "Crap, it's probably a scandal. Can't we watch it?"

I stared at him as if he had grown out another head before shaking my head. "We can't. These are classified information. We can't watch it. And I could care less whatever it may contain. I don't really care."

"Takumi, you will be the heir of that corporation you're talking about." Kaon informed me, matter-of-fact. "You're the legal heir because Jewel wanted none of that wealth. I think it's better if you would care about it… even for a little bit."

I turned to Kaon morosely. "I'm only seventeen, Kaon. I don't have any plans yet to deal with family business."

I thought I saw her roll her eyes. "Whatever."

I never really like the discussion about my future because all the more had it makes me realized how much I'm alike of that of a cage bird. It bounds me deeper into my family which I wanted so badly to escape from. Of course I do have plans to take over since I wanted my youngest and only sister safe from harm once she decided to take the life far from the life Mom wanted her as. And since it was still years away before I am to take over, I don't want to keep dealing with it while I'm barely an adult.

And besides, I still have plans to get to a good college university. It was the kind of plan that is in complete divergence to what Mom wanted for me. In fact, she doesn't have any plans to send me off to college after my high school graduation. Their plan is to immediately send me off to the company where I'd be learning from the professional and already expert executives of the company.

I run a hand through my hair and tried to square my shoulder only to wince since my wound aches like hell.

Aoi watched me in silence. "Dude, you should really have Tomu checked that one out."

Tomu is Kaon's doctor brother.

I simply ignore him and massage my aching arm. "Whatever."

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The start of the third semester is composed of many periodical examinations. The third grading is the most difficult time of the year what with the existence of year repetition. That's why wherever one would look; one would notice how busy students are—including the professors—on focusing on academic matters. The outside property of the Academy was filled with students studying hard for the third grading examination, and with my binder tucked on my arm and my messenger bag sling on my healthy shoulder, I walked past the crowd of gossiping people from the female population and ignored them as they giggled and simper around to get my attention.

I run a hand through my hair and made a beeline to the main entrance of the sports complex, glaring at females who find the chance to touch my behind when this girl appeared out of nowhere and in front of me causing me to crash against him. But to my intense astonishment, she clumsily rocked back on her heels and fell on the ground with her books and backpack scattering on near spots around us. I fought the urge to growl at her because it obviously looked as though she was exaggerating when she falls down the ground and her books escaping her grip.

People within the three-mile radius watched us with their interested eyes and I have no choice but to help her gather her things. I got her glasses first—her black-rimmed glasses—which looked as though she inherited from her grandmother's grandmother and handed it back to her since she was tracing her way around like a blind man. She mumbled a low "Thank you" and I was instantly fascinated by her voice. It wasn't that low nor too high either. And in fact, it sounded like melody in my ears. So when she suddenly looked up to meet my gaze with her huge amber eyes, I was tantalized.

She was beautiful, and she wore her frills full that gave more emphasis to her prominent cheeks, huge doe eyes and very obvious Japanese lineage. Her hair was the color of raven with light strands of brown and copper that was long enough to reach her elbows. She was petite and her uniform made her look much more of a doll. She blinked, before blood crept up her pale cheeks and she looked away—which made me snap back to reality since I was obviously ogling at her—and continued to gather her books around. I help her out again, this time, in silence because I might end up saying something really stupid. We stood in synchronization and I couldn't avoid checking her out again. Her face was heart shaped adorned with beautiful amber eyes, flushed and prominent cheeks, cute nose that fitted her pixie face and pouty lips. The thick glasses she wore made her look old-fashioned but she gave justice wearing those because all the more had it made her look as though she was a doll.

I watched her as she brushed bangs off her face and repeatedly lower her head down which is a well-distinguished manner of people from Asian countries. "I-I'm so sorry—"

"Takumi-sama, hi!"

I didn't know what hit me but it honestly surprised me when some student—I couldn't remember her name—suddenly appeared out of nowhere with her annoying friends, snatched the girl's books in my hands before she passed them to her friends who, as mean as they were, shove it to the girl with such unnecessary force before showing me a hundred watt smile that didn't amused me but rather made me even more annoyed.

I frowned inwardly. "What can I do for you?" I asked her to end this immediately. God knows I never wanted to deal with anyone that was considerable as downright mean and annoying.

But she didn't seem fazed by my reaction. "Well, I've been meaning to personally hand you this invitation for my fourteenth birthday which will be held…"

I ignored her when she fished out a pink customized invitation card from her bag and waved it on my face as though she was calling the attention of other students who wanted to go to her annoying party. Seriously, who would want to attend birthday celebrations like hers? God knows I've never been a fan of social gatherings like stuffs like that.

My eyes automatically searched the crowd that seems to be forming since someone was able to stop me from going to my destination and looks around in search of the woman who was able to catch my attention. She was too petite to be pushed around by this annoying kid before me. I bet she wasn't tall enough to reach the level of my shoulder… and she looked like a child wearing that kind of innocent expression on her face.

Could she be a sophomore?

I wonder if she's fine. She looked rather breakable to me. .

"—So, here."

I looked back at the female before me and down to the invitation she was handing over on my tightly clenched hands. I cringed away from her touch because another feeling haunted me when I accidentally touched the hand of that girl I recently bumped into. Her skin was smooth and clear it almost looked unhealthy but well, she was beautiful. I turned my eyes back to the female before me and lowered down my head like the gentleman I was thought as. "Thank you for inviting me. But I'm sorry, I can't come." That and I dashed away from her—and away from the forming crowd—and towards the area where I thought I saw the girl disappear off to. But she was already nowhere to be found.

And I began to wonder why I was so agitated to see her when it was the first time I've met her—I wasn't even properly introduced to her.

Where could you be?

Defeated, I went back to the Gym where my next class is located. When I entered the Gymnasium, many other sophomores flocked through the building. My thoughts flew to that woman again who got me impossibly interested. She was so petite she immediately lost on my line of vision. I shake my head in slight disappointment upon realizing she wasn't having the same class as I. But the emotion startled me and before I could ask further questions with regards to my reaction, Aoi came into view next to me and is already wearing his Gym uniform.

He was already grinning like the annoying idiot he was. "What's got you so disappointed, pal?" he asks. "You look like someone killed your dog."

I looked around the gym again and to the new arrival in search for the said woman whose face I couldn't seem to get rid from my entire system? I wonder why my heart is beating this fast? "I don't have a dog." I responded to Aoi while continually looking around only to find my thoughts sinking into disappointment at the thought of not seeing her again.

I began to wonder what period she's in now… and her name.

"Seriously Takumi, are you stalking someone?" Aoi looked at me in amusement. "You're starting to freak me out. Kaon has Literature period as of the moment—if she was the one you're stalking." He shuddered before leaning away from me.

I glared at him. "I'm not stalking Kaon, idiot. Why would I do that?"

He shrugged. "I don't know... because you're a stalker when your Normal mode isn't switched on?" he laughed.

I ignored him and proceeded to the male's locker room to change into my Gym clothes even if I'm not in the perfect state to play and practice basketball. My shoulder ached nonstop so I was quite thankful when Aoi finally told our Gym coach about my injury thus, making me unable to participate. It annoyed me when humans of the female population began to flock around me and asked annoying questions with regards to my health. The thought of burning them flickered through my thoughts. And before I could do as much as kill them all, I walked away and towards another spot so I could find some peace of mind.

I wasn't really on the right mind to talk with anyone thus, I ignored them all.

I sat on a corner with my knee folded and my healthy arm placed on it when Aoi popped out of nowhere and handed me a bottled water. "Thanks." I grumbled noncommittally.

He nodded. "Drink your irritation away." He told me. "You looked as though you'll kill and bite people who comes approaching you. It's irritating.

Without any proper reasons to tell him, I twisted the cap of my water and drink it all up before exhaling. "It's nothing. My wound is just bugging me off."

"Is it about the girl?"

I spun around to face him; stunned. "The girl?"

Aoi nodded once. "Yeah. That eyeglasses character woman you pulled a stunt with at the exit. Kaon called and told me about it. Did something happen? Do you know her?"

Right. I didn't know her. So why am I this anxious to know her then? What's wrong with me now? Disgustingly concerning myself with a stupid woman who's probably like all the other females in this damned Academy.

Cyron spoke again. "You know you could tell me if you're interested with her."

"Finally, Aoi! Takumi is interested to a girl. I already told you he's no gay, did I not?" that obnoxiously loud voice is none other than our English professor—and unfortunate as it were, a cousin who five years older than I—Maria Miyazono-sensei… and her too loud announcement made almost all the students inside the huge gym snapped their eyes on us.

I felt heat inched up my nape as I turned to Maria in annoyance.

But she merely shrugged my expression and jump next to me. "So, who's the lucky girl you're crushing on? Name her and I'll do tons of research about her to please you." She said this in an annoyingly loud voice.

I could practically notice everyone—including our Gym coach—inching forward to hear my response. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to gain full control of my temper, before growling at Maria. "I'm not crushing on anyone." I hissed at her. "And even if I had, you'd be the last person to know. But that's beside the point. You weren't supposed to be here."

"Come on now and tell me who's your lucky sweetheart. I'll do you a good favor in return."

"Good. I want you to get lost."

"Takumi, that isn't the right way to speak with your professor."

Turning back to her, I said, "And that, also, isn't the right way to approach your students." She started complaining which all the more got me pissed off. I looked away and gripped my bottled water tightly when a flash of brownish black hair flickered on my peripheral view. I snapped my head to the direction of it I nearly got whiplash, which also made Aoi startled.

He was confused about my actions. "Whoa, what's wrong, stalker?"

She was talking with someone, another female who is as pale as her before giving something to the girl. The girl she was speaking with was obviously on the same Literature period as I am and both of them—I was so certain—are faces I've never seen before… until now. They are transfer students, I concluded by myself.

I glared at Aoi in annoyance when he waved his hand and growls at him. "What?" I shot in extreme irritation.

He seemed rather amused now. "Whoa, did you just growled at me?" to my irritation, he laughed. "What's up with you? Who are you looking at?" he looked back on the direction I was previously looking at. "What is it, Jedwin?"

I shake my head and tried to be unobtrusive when I risked a glance on her again. "Nothing." I stared at her again as she spoke with someone who was on my Literature period—I was certain her name was Sakura something—before she waved a hand in dismissed, grinned at the people in a rather mischievous way and walked off to the exit of the gym. I didn't know what happened but I swear I stood—meaning to chase after her when she was about to leave—but I hesitated because I don't know what I'd say either way. "She's leaving." I mumbled only to end up instantly regretting it when Maria beat me into chasing after her.

"Hi!" she greeted the startled female.

I was so annoyed I felt my blood pressure getting higher and higher every arriving second. "That girl is so in deep trouble once she returns here." I threatened under my labored breathing.

From behind me, Aoi chuckled in amusement. "Is that you're special girl, Takumi? Because… wow, she's really something. An eyeglasses character."

"Shut up." I snarled at him and look back at Maria again who was still chatting with the said female. And then their conversation was over when she lowered her head to Maria and startled me when she lowered her head down too to me and bid farewell to her. I was burning holes on Maria's face as she jogged towards us with that annoying grin on her face. The threats came out natural and unstoppable without my command. "Do you have a fucking death wish? Or your life is just so fucking boring that you've started bothering others just for the fun of it?"

Maria laughed at me; obviously not bothered by my threats. "Relax K9, I didn't told your sweetheart that you're crushing on her."

I gritted my teeth, totally annoyed. "Maria."

Aoi elbowed Maria. "Spit it out before things get bloody, Maria."

"Fine. Fine." She raised both hands in resignation. "Let's start with the basics. Her name is Ayuzawa Misaki. She's seventeen and she's a junior. No wonder I recognized her, she's on my ten AM literature period. She's a transferee along with two other kids and well, she's only five feet and two inches. She has Physics this morning and a free period on the next schedule. She loves to hang out on the library."

I glared at her.

She raised her hands again and steps away since I'm already on the verge of killing her. "Fine. Sorry for approaching her. But just so you know, being your cousin and all that, I want you to be with someone whom you love," leaning forward, she whispered. "—Not with Kaon because I definitely hate her."

Aoi laughed at her. "How mean, sensei."

Maria glared at her. "Shut up."

And then, he turned to me. "Are you excited to meet her again, Takumi?"

When the bell rang, signifying the end of our Gym class, I got my back and stood up, meaning to leave them before saying, "Whatever."

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I didn't know what I was doing here in the library but all I know is that there was this magnetic pull than drags me to a place where I know she'd be. The library was unusually crowded with students studying for the final examinations so, when I entered, most of the eyes crashed down on me. I run a hand through my hair in annoyance and I swear I really heard someone shrieked.

This is the reason why I hate going to the library whenever it's finals season.

My eyes instantly spotted the vacant table next to the windows. I approached it and placed down my things on the table just in time I noticed a bag—a bag that belongs to a female—seated rather proudly on the chair facing me. I was about to change my mind about it when a pair of pale arms flashed through my peripheral view and drop some Physics and Calculus references on the table. I snapped my head back up at the sight of raven hair in time to see Ayuzawa Misaki dropping her books on the table and looking up at me too, she had that innocently confused look in her eyes when she met mine.

Once again, I thought I swallowed my tongue at the sight of her pixie face.

She seemed to have recognized me immediately. "Oh… hello." She lowered her head and gave me an innocent smile. "You're Miyazono-sensei's cousin." She said using the soprano voice of hers. "She was such a thoughtful cousin, don't you think? She told me you're good at almost everything." She placed her books properly on the desk and ushers me to take a seat. "Do have a seat."

I took the seat before her and tried to open a casual conversation with her. I took note of the books before her. "Why are you doing advance placements level Math? Weren't you a junior?"

"But I am." She answered humbly. "I'm a scholar of Math and Science subjects."

"You're smart."

"Not much." She laughed, and again, I was tantalized by that kind of laughter. "My Uncle sends me a tutor every time class and work is over. I needed the scholarship since I couldn't properly support my studying financially."

"You're alone?"

She shakes her head. "Nope. My Uncle supports me but it's embarrassing that I have to depend my entire future on him so… the rest is history and I got this scholarship they are giving away into this school." She grinned at me. "What about you? I heard you're the highest ranking student here in Providence."

I shrugged casually but the action jarred up my wound. Good thing she was already looking down the books she got thus, she didn't catch me wincing. "I'm not." I whispered breathlessly. "The highest ranking student here is my best friend."

"It must have been nice to have a smart best friend." She said while looking down on a problem on the book. "I really hate this. Everything is complicated."

The words slipped out of my mouth before I could even stop them. "I could tutor you."

Misaki—God, her name sounded so good in my ears. I wondered why?—snapped her eyes at me and smiles such an affectionate one that nearly melted my entire system. "Thank you." She said. "I guess I'd schedule our tutor stuff once exam week entires, okay?"

I nodded. "Do whatever."

Misaki laughed again, and focuses on her problem. I continued to watch her while I pretended I was also doing something when she looked up at me again. "I just want to properly apologized for crashing against you a while ago. I'm so sorry."

Wow, she still minds that? I shrugged again. "It's nothing."

"I know but still," she trailed off and works on her assignment again. "—By the way. I'm Ayuzawa Misaki. What about you?"

I can be whatever you want me to be. "Usui Takumi." I accepted her hand and gently shake it since she looked rather breakable to me. "I'm really glad to have finally meet you." I added conveniently and tried to keep my amusement as I watched blood color her cheeks.

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This was… :O

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