Author's Note: Sorry that the sequel has taken so long! Real life hit me like a freight train and I have been pretty busy. But hopefully I will be able to regularly keep up with this, as I already have basically the whole thing plotted out in my head! Thanks to everyone who read the first one, and I hope you enjoy this! If you didn't read the first one, it's called Mistake. Check it out, please.

Chapter One

It was just another normal class day, the students shuffling through the hallways from breakfast in the cafeteria. Maizono was already in class, chatting cheerfully with Naegi, who was always five minutes early. Ishimaru was, of course, up front and upright in his chair, getting every last bit of information from the previous class session crammed into his brain. Standing within the classroom doorway was Chihiro, part of his hair pulled back with a light blue bow and a rosy glow on his cheeks. It was just another normal class day… except now he was taken. The small blonde took his usual seat in the front row to the far left, closest to the window. "Good morning," Maizono chirped with a cheerful smile, gingerly tucking her long hair behind her ear.

"Good morning," the programmer grinned back, bashfully looking towards his books as he slid them from his bag. Since their moment in the laundry room with Mondo, Chihiro had been walking on air at the concept of being in a relationship. It was new, exciting, and filled every step his tiny feet took with overbearing joy. He knew he was blushing already just thinking about it, so he kept his gaze lowered towards the floor as he unpacked his belongings, not wanting to be too obvious about his new found romance. Chihiro didn't want to draw too much attention to it immediately.

Little by little, the remaining students continued to pile into the classroom, and Chihiro would occasionally dart his eyes towards the door, knowing that once that bell rang, Mondo would most likely be stumbling in late with one shoe on and breakfast hanging out of his mouth. He would receive a silent reprimanding glance from both the teacher and Ishimaru before drifting his way towards the back of class with his shoulders and head hung low in drowsiness. This was how he entered class every morning, if he even bothered to come to first period. It was still a couple minutes until the morning bell, though, but he continued to keep watch, just in case.

With a loud thud, Junko took a heavy seat behind Maizono, thumping her head against the desk top. She was another person who didn't quite appreciate the mornings. Her bubbly idol friend attempted to prod a good morning from her, but it only resulted in an angry grunt of frustration from against the wood of the desk. Only a few desks remained empty as the time clicked down, and soon, Yamada slid into his normal seat behind Chihiro. "Good morning, Fujisaki-san," he greeted with his cat like grin, adjusting his glasses as he got comfortable within his desk. Junko lifted her head briefly to glare at his irritating voice before popping her head back against the desk.

"Morning," the blonde in front of him smiled with a brief glance over his shoulder. With his head tilted back, he shot a stare towards the back of the room where Leon was leaning far back in his chair against the empty desk behind him. Mondo still wasn't here. Then again, he had a minute to the bell. That would be two minutes earlier than he usually arrived. Flipping his attention back towards the front of class, Chihiro pressed down his skirt beneath the desk top, taking in a long breath. For some reason, he was feeling nervous. The butterflies gathered furiously in his stomach and he began anxiously tapping his foot against the ground.

After their loving revelation within the laundry room, the two had shared a couple more sweet kisses and a small chat as they gathered their laundry before departing for the night to complete homework and get some rest. For a second, the blonde was concerned that maybe after a night of well deserved rest, Mondo may have come to his senses and realized that Chihiro wasn't what he wanted. He pressed his hand against his chest, feeling his heart patter against his palm. Hopefully not. Thirty seconds until the class bell to find out.

From the corner of his eye, he suddenly spotted the biker slouching his way into the room with his bag slung over his shoulder. Instead of taking an immediate left towards the back of the class, however, he passed the front row of desks and stood idly beside Yamada's. Chihiro peeked over his shoulder, unsure if maybe he should say good morning, brush his hand, or say nothing. Mondo pointed his finger towards Yamada before gesturing for him to get up. "This is my seat," Yamada spoke defiantly, pressing his hand against his chest.

Mondo reached out and tugged on the man's tie before jerking him from the chair. "Ya? And I want to sit innit," he grunted and the artist screeched in sudden fear, scrambling to collect his belonging before disappearing towards another seat in the classroom. Maizono, Naegi, and even Junko stared in brief confusion as Mondo had NEVER sat this close to the window or the teacher. Chihiro blushed furiously, tucking his hair behind his ear as he kept his attention forward. The bell chimed and whatever chatter was left within quickly dimmed as Ishimaru jolted from his chair, ready to take attendance for the day.

Sitting upright in his chair, Chihiro's feet came to a stop as he bit down on his lip. He could feel Mondo's chair bumping against his lightly as the biker attempted to get comfortable within his desk. His long legs sprawled in different directions, one to his left, and the other sliding onto the basket beneath the programmer's desk. Having his heels linked onto the edge of the basket, Chihiro felt the biker nudge him with his toe and the blonde blushed, tossing a glance over his shoulder. With a small grin, his new companion folded his arms over the desk and took his normal position, preparing to sleep the first period away. The two were so in tune with each other's movements that neither of them noticed that Junko's curious glance was still lingering. Whereas the others were paying attention to roll call, she found something else to keep her attention for the class period.

The first ten minutes of class rolled on with no other interruptions as Chihiro beamed silently to himself, tapping all of his notes into his laptop. So Mondo hadn't changed his mind, or else he may have promptly kept his seat in the back of class. In the midst of typing out the next sentence, the programmer felt a tap at his left side. He glanced down, seeing Mondo's hand prodding him with a folded up piece of paper. The blonde didn't want to make his lack of attention obvious, so he kept his body and head forward and snatched the paper from his peer at his side. Holding it behind his laptop screen, he carefully and quietly unfolded it. Scribbled across was the simple word, "Hi." Chihiro grinned.

From the chair on the right, with her sleepy head pressed against her folded arms, Junko watched the not so sneaky exchange. The awkward note passing, the way the smaller of the two would blush and lower his head towards his laptop, and how Mondo would let off a sideways grin each time he read the next response. It was both entertaining, and disgusting. She scoffed to herself before pressing her face into her arms, shutting her eyes to nap the rest of the class away.

Feeling another tap against his side, Chihiro sneakily reached behind his back, taking the folded paper between his fingers. He calmly laid it against the keys of his laptop as his green eyed gaze stared towards the front of the class. His attention darted down for a second, long enough to read, "Want to hang in the rec room after class?" With a sideways grin, the programmer quickly folded up the note and hid it beneath his palm as he typed up a few more notes with his left hand. His little heart pattered within in his chest at the thought of spending more alone time with his newfound mate. It wasn't often that anyone really asked him to hang out as he didn't get into the sorts of things the other girls enjoyed doing. And the boys, of course, never asked assuming he was just one of the other girls. The only thing he was ever asked for was tutoring for certain classes. He quickly, but quietly unfolded the paper and gracefully jotted down his response before sliding it behind him, placing the note on Mondo's knee.

The class day continued on like this, with inconspicuous note passes and smiles between the two. When it came time for lunch, they awkwardly kept their distance, Chihiro too shy to suggest sitting with Mondo, and Mondo too prideful to sit away from his normal crew, at least for now. Adjusting himself at the cafeteria table, the small blonde carefully opened his lunch, setting the contents against the table. Across from him sat Sakura and Asahina, who had welcomed him to eat lunch with them since day one of coming to the academy. He wasn't sure if it was because he originally sat alone, too scared to interact with everyone else, or if they assumed he would be good company, but the three of them always sat together. "The weather is so beautiful today," Asahina sighed, removing her uniform coat to sling it over the back of her chair. "After class, I'm so going for a run. It's too nice out to pass up."

Chihiro nodded with a small smile, anxious for the end of class, too. "I shall accompany you, my girl," Sakura stated kindly, bowing her head. "Care to join us, Fujisaki-san?"

"Oh… uh… thank you… but I… actually have something… to do," the blonde murmured, a blush spreading like wildfire over his little cheeks. He lowered his gaze towards his lunch and Asahina leaned in. Chihiro had never been much for physical activity anyway, but the turn down seemed a little awkward today. The nosy swimmer wrinkled her nose, suddenly sitting back when their table was approached by another.

A lunch box slammed onto the table and Junko plopped down in the empty chair directly next to Chihiro. "You lied to me," the model grinned with narrowed eyes, slinking her arm around the incredibly embarrassed boy. Asahina and Sakura exchanged a glance, sitting up straight and silently within their chair. Junko was always in everyone's business, especially if they didn't want it getting out. So the only reason she was over here was because she either heard or started a rumor about Chihiro. "You said nothing happened between you two."

"Uh… w-w-w-who?" Chihiro mumbled, shakily reaching out for his little juice box, yanking the straw from it. He fumbled to press the straw into the box, accidentally squirting some of the liquid over his fingers. He didn't like the tight grip the beautiful girl had around his shoulder, keeping him firmly in place in his chair. "I don't…"

"Oh, don't be silly. I saw you and Mondo passing notes," Junko cooed, rubbing her index finger against Chihiro's burning cheek as if he were a small kitten. "Not to mention, he sat in the front of class. If you guys are trying to keep secrets, you aren't doing a very good job." The boy's lower lip quivered as the embarrassment took over his body. He popped the straw into his mouth, keeping his attention low towards his knees, which were shaking at the edge of his skirt. He didn't know what to say. Everyone was going to find out eventually that they were dating. It was all the baggage that was tucked away behind their relationship that was the scariest part about coming out. "How cute. You're like a little tomato right now."

Chihiro swallowed at Junko poked firmly into his cheek with her sharp nail before he tilted his head to the side, setting his now nearly empty juice box on the table. He looked pleadingly towards his lunch mates, hoping that one of them would come to his rescue. He didn't dare look across the cafeteria where Mondo was probably laughing in childish banter with Leon, or possibly a foolish debate with Ishimaru. That would give it away. "Junko, leave her alone," Asahina grunted, crossing her arms just below her bosom with a stern glance. "It's rude to butt into other's business."

"I'm just curious about what you did to get his attention, little one," Junko purred and Chihiro grunted beneath his breath. She always treated him like a child, as if he were years younger than the entire gang, when in reality, he was actually the same age or a few months older than some of them. But because of his meek, frail stature and timid nature, many did treat him like nothing more than a kid. Especially Junko. "You must have done him quite the favor at the party…" Pinching the boy's cheek, Junko crinkled her nose before snatching up her lunch box and sauntering off towards her normal table with Celes and Mukuro. Chihiro pressed his face within his sweating palm, attempting to shake off the blood rushing to his cheeks.

"I didn't do anything like that!" he blurted beneath his hand towards his lunch mates, not realizing that he was much louder than he thought. He peeked through his fingers, seeing Junko glancing over her shoulder with a devious smirk as she completely passed up her normal table, sliding in with the boys instead. Right between Ishimaru and Mondo. Chihiro sucked in a heavy breath before shaking his attention away, not wanting anyone to know it bothered him. She was doing it on purpose. "I didn't… she's just…"

"Being herself," Asahina murmured, rolling her eyes. "You're just her person to pick on for the week, I guess," the swimmer then stated, leaning forward in her chair a bit. "Although… I did notice Mondo sitting up front today, too…"

"Asahina," Sakura stated firmly, tossing a side glance towards her best friend. "Mind your business." Chihiro breathed thankfully, pressing his hand against his pattering heart. He looked past the two, seeing Junko laughing and chatting amongst the small group of boys who sat together for lunch. Mondo even seemed to smile for a moment, but when the chipper model wasn't looking, he would look awkwardly across the lunch hall towards his new mate. The programmer looked away, staring down at his food.

Despite that it felt like the best thing that had ever happened to him, Chihiro knew that this new path in his life was going to be difficult. He didn't expect Junko to be the first road block, though.

Author's Note: Sorry it's short, but I have been working on it for a while. I start training for my potential promotion this week, so I wanted to get something up before I ran out of time again. Hopefully you like. Thanks for reading. Reviews and suggestions are always welcome!