Hello! This will be a very spontaneously updated fanfiction until I'm able to build up a few chapters for periodic updates. In any case, this fanfiction will be compromised of interactions between Akihito and Kuriyama and those two with others. This will more than likely be the premise of the beginning, as I can't seem to make a plot-less story unless turning it into a oneshot that I would more than likely never touch again. So as the story moves on, I'll hint at more action and what not. But for now, fluffiness and (hopefully) some laughs. Or a giggle. Or a smile. Or nothing... TT_TT


The gentle winds caught Akihito's hair, ruffling it up even more from its natural state. He let out a yawn, his head drooping low from tiredness as he walked to school. The subway was busy this morning, so his chance of sleep there was taken away. Even worse, Kuriyama had taken an earlier train with Sakura to tend to her bonsai plants. It wasn't the best morning for him, what with both his sleep and bespectacled beauty missing. But, he must go on, despite the oh-so difficult circumstances dealt to him.

With the school in sight, his speed picked up a little, anxious to see the refreshing sight of Kuriyama he had missed this morning. A smile came upon him as he fawned over her glasses that never failed to brighten up his day.

Wait, glasses? Aren't I objectifying her a bit? W-well, it's not like I fawn over her herself. Yeah, it's not like that! Akihito mulls over his thoughts as he comes to a standstill, leaning on the wall of the entrance. Meanwhile, a group of first-years walk past him, talking among themselves.

"I don't blame you for having a hair fetish, not with her hair," one of them said.

"Yeah, it's even more understandable since you have a crush on her."

"Ah, was it that obvious?" the third one said while scratching his head.

"They say that love creates new passions."

"Or emphasizes old ones."

Crap. Akihito started sweating, thoughts running through his head. So many thoughts that a headache started pulsating in his usually narrow-minded, glasses filled mind. He crouched and held his head, connecting the dots to his own dilemma.

"Senpai, what in the world are you doing?" a voice of melodic innocence inquired. Looking up, Akihito found himself face to face with the girl in question. Very close.

"Kuriyama-san!" Akihito jumped up, surprised by the close proximity of her face.

The gentle looking (but actually very much deadly) Kuriyama Mirai stood up, a confused look on her face. Her senpai was weird, but not usually this weird. His reaction towards her was even more unpleasant.

"How unpleasant," she stated her signature words. "What were you doing here senpai? People have given you weird looks." Behind her, a group of high school girls stared at him pointedly.

"Um, this wouldn't happen to count as public disturbance, would it?" Akihito sheepishly smiled as he picked himself up.

"Hopefully not," Kuriyama sighed. "The club still has an assignment due next week and there's no way we'll let you play hooky with the police."

"I wouldn't want to in the first place." He shivered at the thought of being taken into custody. His mom might actually come home if such trouble arose. Worse, they might search his house and find his secret stash of glasses and pictures. Pictures of girls in glasses of course.

The two would have had their usual banter if not for the bell. Both of them were already under heat for past tardies, so they decided to leave the routine conversation for later. As they went their separate ways, Sakura emerged from the shadows.

"Mirai forgot about me..." She looked around lazily, noticing everyone else had already gone to their respective classes. "Guess I can go home and sleep." As she turns to walk back, a rumbling noise could be heard from within the building.

"SAAAKUUURAAA!" the voice of Kuriyama echoed. She could be seen through the windows zigzagging down to the first story, a demon on a hunt.

"Tch!" Sakura let out a frustrated noise and got ready to leap away, but a cold hand caught her shoulder. She turned her head to find a very displeased sister. "How unpleasant."

"You're unpleasant, trying to skip school and all!" she began her nonstop scolding, not once letting go of Sakura. If she did, than Sakura would be gone in a flash. Meanwhile, the detainee thought of all her means of escape. Eventually, she settled for an underhanded, but effective, method.

"Senpai is taking pictures of you," Sakura bluntly stated in her monotone voice. In that instant, an opening appeared as Kuriyama jumped back and readied a book to use as a projectile towards the perverted senpai of hers. A gust of wind blew below her knees.

"Eh?" Kuriyama, confused, turned back around. "Senpai's on the other side of the build—" When she looked back, she was met with... nothing. She frowned as her glasses dropped down a bit. "She got away..."

A crow laughed from up above, circling the campus grounds in the sky.

"How unpleasant."

Then the bell rung.

"How very unpleasant."


Oh hi again! Hope you liked the first chapter. If you don't have a feel as to where this story is going, then don't worry; I don't either. Well, not yet anyways! Hopefully.