Summary: Why is everyone gossiping about Hino, Hihara, Tsuchiura and Tsukimori? "Dear Diary, today Hihara-senpai gave me flowers…and I think Tsuchiura-kun tried to kiss me? Kami-sama – what's going on?!" Since when was courting Hino so difficult? Humor. Hino x ?

Author's Note: Hey guys, what's up? It's been a really long time before I've written a story with actual chapters, ha-ha. Yes, this is not a one shot story. I've (randomly?) been inspired to write a humor story about Hino, Tsukimori, Hihara and Tsuchiura because they're so loveable. Don't get me wrong, Yunoki and the others will still be in the story. It's just that the humor revolves around these 4 :D This is not supposed to be a serious story by any means; in fact it's supposed to (try to?) make you laugh. Please give some feedback. Criticism welcomed, of course. Now – on to the story!

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Chapter 1
The Limit on Stupidity

You should always trust your upperclassmen because they're older and they have more life experience, upperclassmen always want the best for their underclassmen – unless they go by the name of Yunoki Azuma and would like to (secretly) have a little amusement from his underclassman's crazy love lives :D

Dear Diary,

Hi! Oh wow, I feel so embarrassed writing in you. This is my first time ever writing something like this, so please treat me kindly, Diary-san. I think that ever since the concours has ended I just have a lot of free time on my hands so I'd like to spend it doing things a bit more productively! (Don't worry, Diary-san, I still practice my violin everyday!) Not that I'll ever be as good as Tsukimori-kun – even though he's kind enough to give me weekly lessons.

He's been acting a bit off lately, I mean i-it's not like I've been paying attention to things like that on my own! It's just that Tsukimori-kun is my friend (I think?) so as a friend, I have to look out for him! Right? Right! See? Perfect sense, right? Anyways, tomorrow is Friday and I promised to see this movie with Hihara-senpai right after school. Don't get me wrong, Diary-san! It's not a date! It's not!

The movie is more of a documentary based on the history of music and it seems really interesting. And since Hihara-senpai told me he couldn't find anyone to go with, I said I'd happily come along! (Although it's kind of weird how no one would want to go with him) Well, of course there's no reason for Hihara-senpai to lie to me, right? Of course not! I'll write more in you after the day is over, Diary-san, and tell you all about what happened.

Until then, then?

—Hino Kahoko ◊

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Hino sighed heavily, the slip of the warmly colored sunshine seeping through her bedroom's window gladly informing her of the oncoming morning. Quietly slipping out of bed, the General-Ed student hastily made her way to the bathroom across the hall to get ready for school. Hino could just feel it. Today was going to be a long, long day.

The sheer thought sent up an unwanted shiver down her spine.

Normally, Hino didn't mind long days. Not one bit. Although not admitting it to herself, she felt a tad bit… nervous? It couldn't be her nerves, she concluded. Nope. That slightly pleasant churn in her stomach was not her nerves. It couldn't be! 'What do I have to feel nervous about?' The thought itself was a joke, an utterly ridiculous joke at that. 'I'm not going on a date with Hihara-senpai.' She told herself for the umpteenth time since he had asked her – yesterday.

Hino sternly stared at her reflection, "It's not a date, okay?"

Because it wasn't.

Brushing her teeth, showering, combing her naturally layered hair, Hino exhale noisily as she descended down the stairs. Nothing but the dead silence greeted her. It wasn't an absurd feeling, her older sister was in university (as well as her brother) and both lived on-campus. Her father was working overseas and her mother left to work before she had even gotten up.

She didn't mind, really.

Making her way steadily towards the microwave, Hino opened it to the familiar sight that consisted of a small plate with food, wrapped around in plastic with a small note, clearly left by her mother, on top of the small package. Giggling a little at the sight, the view was recognizable to the point where Hino found it amusing; she took the tiny note and grasped it in the palm of her hands.

"Do your best, Kaho." Hino smiled sheepishly, reading the little note aloud in the security of her own home. "Keep playing your violin, you're really improving!" Hino sat down the plate on the table before deciding to put it in the fridge and save it for a quick dinner later tonight. She made her way back to the table accompanied by a bowl and some cereal. "Give it your all today too." Hino continued reading in-between bites.

"You'll be on your first date before you even know it,"

Hino choked a little after registering the meaning of the sentence.

"Mom!" The violinist called out angrily in the empty house, clutching the letter tightly in her hands. There was a noticeable amount of embarrassment in her voice. "Don't say something like that so casually!" She whined to no one in particular, suddenly her appetite decided to take a much needed vacation. It didn't seem to be returning any time soon, either. She slowly began to put away the milk carton and possibly dump the remaining cereal in her bowl in the garbage disposal.

So much for breakfast.

Reading the last lines in a hurry, Hino threw on her school shoes – stumbling all the while. Hastily she straightened herself, just enough time to look in the mirror on the way out of the house; her hair became a little frizzy at the ends, 'Probably because of all this worrying,' she reminded herself as she locked the door behind her. This was not good for her health, she was sure.

The sun was barely up, steadily it was a little cloudy – not enough so that it would rain, but cloudy nonetheless. The female violinist smiled to herself, clumsily holding her russet violin case in her left hand. She grinned awkwardly, somehow reminded of her mother's closing citations.

Hino shook it off, running in the direction of Seiso. "Not possible." She reassured herself, concentrating on not tripping on her way to school. "Not going to happen." Nodding, she passed by a few familiar faces of classmates that Hino had never really talked to. "Not in this lifetime."

Good luck dear!

I'm sure I'll have beautiful grandchildren before I even know it.

(You'd better have a cute little girl that I can dress up) so make sure you have yourself a very good-looking husband.

Understand, Kaho?!

— Love, mom :)

Hino subconsciously shivered.

Her mom went a little overboard every now and then, but to ask for grandchildren?! The traffic light turned red, Hino stopping in her tracks. "You're thinking too far, mom." She sighed for the umpteenth time that morning. The traffic light seemed to taunt Hino, remaining red. "Grandkids?!" Her face felt hot and sweaty at the mere thought. The Seiso student shut her eyes tightly, as if forgetting she was outside. She huffed lowly at first, earning a few foreign looks. The second time around, Hino was not as quiet making her claim.

"I don't want to produce children now!!"

"P-P-Produce…ch-ch-chi…?!"

Hino spun around quickly, the color of her cheeks perfectly matching the color of her perfectly scarlet hair. She uncomfortably met the horrified look on Hihara's face as she snapped her neck backwards. His face, if possible, was even redder than Hino's was. The two were aware that right now all eyes were on them, but the awkward silence remained as the passer-bys continued to walk.

The light turned red at last, but it went unnoticed by the two former concours members.

"N-No! It's not like that!"

"O-Of course not!" The thought of Hino producing… producing… He couldn't even finish such a though! The mere indication just wouldn't cross Hihara's childlike mind. No way. He quickly brushed the uneasy thought away, burying it somewhere in the back of his now swiveling head. Was that a headache he felt coming on? The two began to walk in silence after noticing the bright green light that the traffic light was giving off. It was safe to walk now. But somehow Hino felt as if she had entered a danger zone.

To ease the awkward tension, both party members attempted to speak at the same time.

"You know—"

"About that movie later—"

The two laughed in perfect synchronization, a little nervously. Actually, it came out as more of a forced chuckle, but neither of the two took much notice. A moment of utter stillness passed between the two even though they continued on their way to Seiso. Normally, neither Hino nor Hihara were ones to enjoy attending school – asides for practicing their chosen instruments – but at the moment, the two wouldn't have minded to see Seiso's vast grounds any minute now.

"What were you going to say Hihara-senpai—"

"Ladies first—"

Again the words were spoken at the same time.

"It's just that—"

"What I was trying—"

If either of the two unsurprisingly optimistic students were annoyed, their features didn't have it show one bit. Characteristically, Hino attempted at a change in subject. Anything to get her mind off of the ill atmosphere that was being created.

Unfortunately for our heroine, Hihara also held the same idea.

"I can't believe the concours is over—"

"It's supposed to rain later—"

Hihara embarrassedly scratched the back of his hot neck with his right hand. This wasn't going as he had wanted it to. He wanted to engage in a small conversation with Hino. Or get engaged to her altogether. (Embarrassed, he kept that one to himself, though) But that was it. What was the crime in that? Certainly nothing the energetic trumpeter could see. He couldn't help himself.

Hihara wasn't exactly sure why, but recently he had been acting rather…odd around Hino. Very odd. Indescribably weird. He couldn't help but make a fool of himself around her nowadays! He didn't even know why. He hadn't changed. Hino certainly hadn't changed.

She was still very… Hino-like.

In Hihara's eyes, that meant one of the following.

1. Cute

2. Adorable

3. Lovable

Or, Hihara's personal favorite choice – all of the above.

He couldn't breathe two words around Hino without something happening. Embarrassing himself by stammering, stuttering or even the occasional near-trip incidents where he would be so absorbed in talking with the bullion-eyed girl that he would nearly collapse by the intertwining of his two clumsy, disobedient feet. And it didn't even go unnoticed! Yunoki certainly noticed and whatever it was that he had realized (Hihara still wasn't exactly sure) but he had found it rather…

…amusing?

The thought slightly disoriented Hihara. It was as if Yunoki was holding something out on him! As if Yunoki shared some sort of secret – an inside joke even – with an equally pleased Shimizu (although he hardly showed it directly) and even the overtly withdrawn Fuyuumi seemed to be in on it as well. What was so crucial that Hihara himself couldn't see? He shook such disappointing thoughts away from his mind completely. He was walking with Hino Kahoko, after all!

What could have been better than walking with his most beloved Kaho-chan?

And such a long and marvelous walk it would be! Hihara abruptly decided. 'I'll show her how cool I can be! All right!' Determination ran through the third-year's veins, a uniformly determined grin plastered on his full lips. 'I'll show Kaho-chan how cool I can be before we get to school today. Yes, that's it! Kaho-chan will adore me…' His cheeks stained themselves an unhealthy shade of red. "How embarrassing!!" Hihara squealed and he refused to acknowledge the tiny scream as girlish as he closed his eyes and imagining Hino fawning over him.

Hihara glanced over at his right; the shorter Seiso student seemed lost in her own thoughts, letting out a small bemused sigh every now and then. 'All right, show her how in control you can be, Kazuki!' Hihara cheered himself on mentally. 'This walk is crucial. I have to show her!'

The trumpet player turned to Hino, attempting to rest a shaking hand – why was it shaking anyway? – on one of Hino's small shoulders.

"Kaho-chan, I—"

"Well, here's the school. Thanks for walking with me, Hihara-senpai." Hino smiled warmly. "I guess I'll see you after school then." Shifting comfortably on her feet, she hurried up the steps turning back to give her senpai a small wave before retreating into the General Education building.

Hihara's eyes widened in disbelief.

They had reached Seiso Academy.

He moaned aloud, shoulders slumped to the point where they might as well have been a part of the ground themselves, "Kaho-chan – 1, Kazuki – 0."

'Whose stupid idea was it to build the school here anyway?'

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Walking down the seemingly endless corridors of Seiso and heading straight to one of the, hopefully, unoccupied music rooms wasn't exactly Hino's first idea when coming to Seiso that morning. She was thinking more along the lines of quickly scrambling to finish up her neglected English worksheets that the teacher was collecting. But the power of music had overpowered her.

As usual.

'Maybe I could be a famous musician?' The consideration itself felt foreign in Hino's mind, but it wasn't a possibility that was completely blocked out either. "A famous violinist!" She grinned widely at the thought, giddy enough to laugh a little and without realization, swing her violin case with both hands while spinning in a little circle, rather violently. The strawberry-haired girl felt like a little kid again, walking in on the contemplation was as if she was a six year old walking into a candy store.

Only, her candy store contained violins instead of actual candy.

Hino tapped her chin, as if in seriously deep thought. "Or maybe my candy store can contain both violins and candy!" She surged, as if it were the most brilliant idea she could have come up with on a bright Friday morning. That or perhaps it was the best idea she could come up with on this particular Friday morning. Either way, that didn't change the fact that a seemingly excited Hino Kahoko was making her way towards the outwardly empty practice rooms.

Humming a recognizable tune, Hino – a little giddy at the whole 'professional violinist' thought – once again took a lethal swing with her violin case, allowing it to gently twirl around with her body as she did a swift 360. Unfortunately this time, her violent swing had accidently collided with something else!

Or, in poor Hino's case, someone else.

Without hesitation, Hino quickly bowed her head, closing her eyes as if afraid of the oncoming chastisement. "I'm sorry, that was entirely my fault." Still not looking up, the girl shut her eyes even tighter. "I'm so sorry." There was a long pause of silence, neither abuser nor the abused uttering a word. Hino continued to keep her head down and gaze fixed on the floor, she decided, until the victim's footsteps were no longer in her view. She was looking down, after all.

The victim didn't seem to be moving whatsoever so Hino decided to apologize again. "I'm really very sorry. I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing."

"You're never paying attention to what you're doing." The voice replied, a little more than harshly.

Hino took this time to lift her head so it would be at level with the victim. Not at level exactly, seeing as she was shorter than the male, but as close as she could get with her regular height. "If you ever did, however, decide to take in your surroundings once in a while, perhaps you're little 'professional violinist' daydream may not be entirely hopeless." Tsukimori made no eye contact but instead began to walk away, leaving nothing but an alarmed and faintly mortified Hino.

He crooked his body a little towards Hino before turning the corner; warm bullion eyes meeting a pair of bitter golden ones. "Our lesson's at six, like it usually is." He was referring to the weekly lessons he had – generously? – decided to start giving Hino as soon as the concours had ended. After all, even the cold Tsukimori needed an excuse to see Hino every now and then. And seeing as the concours had ended, he was afraid that his connection to his fellow violinist would also end.

Telling anyone that was on Tsukimori's 'To-Do' list.

It came right in between 'Eating rocks' and 'Paint painting in own blood'.

But it was somewhere there, at the least – which in Tsukimori's case was a big improvement.

He continued to glare at Hino attentively, "Don't be late."

Hino reddened and then pouted slightly when realizing his remark. 'He can be so rude sometimes.' She thought to herself. But she had nothing to complain about, he was the one offering her his free time by giving her lessons in exchange for nothing at all – she had asked once. The lessons seemed to have no motive. Or at least, that was what the naïve Hino assumed.

The poor fool.

"I-I won't!" She huffed in an attempt to forget about aggressively abusing Tsukimori with her violin case. "Six o'clock at your house. I-I know!" Was going to his house once a week a little…intimate? 'It's not!' Hino mentally debated. It wasn't really. Plus, it wasn't like anyone didn't know of it. 'P-Plus, Tsukimori-kun's house is not really empty when I'm there… it's not like we're alone or anything!' Alone. By themselves. In a really big house. Alone.

'Like you're going to be with Hihara-senpai after school.'

"N-No way!!" Eyes wide at the abrupt understanding, Hino was nearing faint. She was going to be alone with Hihara-senpai. In a big dark room. Alone. Just the two of them. Watching a movie – the fact that it was a musical documentary no longer registered in Hino's brain – together. Just the two of them. Alone. In a big dark room. Alone. Hino's entire frame started to shake in disbelief. "N-No way!!" She couldn't help but repeat to herself aloud again.

Tsukimori stood by idly, as if the sight of Hino yelling at herself out loud wasn't something unusual.

All at once, a light bulb flickered in Hino's head. She had a brilliant idea. And yes, dare she say it, even more brilliant than her earlier candy shop idea. The thought of being left alone with her senpai was a little, well, intimately intimidating. She could feel those pleasant butterflies returning to her stomach. It wasn't like she had never been alone with Hihara; in fact they went out together a lot – not in that way, mind you – during the concours. Usually it was to buy things for her violin or accompany Hihara in buying appliances for his trumpet, and even the occasional shopping trip.

"But that was then…" Hino stared at the wall as if that made any sense at all. "T-That was completely different!" The second-year gaped in horror, eyes widening from the shock. It had hit her.

No, not any realizations.

The wall.

She had involuntarily collided with the wall while pacing back and forth thinking of what had been so different about hanging around her upperclassman from the concours' time until now. That was still a mystery to her, but Hino had come up with the perfect plan to reverse any uneasiness with the trumpeter. The strawberry-haired girl grinned broadly at the triumph.

"I'll invite someone else!" Laughing to herself for a few seconds before noticing how weird she must have looked if anyone were watching, she quickly retreated into the music room Tsukimori had left open a while ago.

A "Yes!" could be heard while Hino turned the knob to the practice room, followed by an "Operation: 'Go to the Movies with Senpai' is a go!" Afterwards nothing but silence could be heard.

Tsukimori continued to stand there, a little stunned – at Hino's oddness or the fact she was going to the movies with one of their upperclassmen, he still wasn't entirely sure yet. His mouth slightly ajar, Tsukimori the perfectionist just wasn't going to let this happen. No way! He didn't help Hino with her violin for nothing! How could she just go to the movies with an upperclassman like that – right under his perfect nose?! A small smirk swept over Tsukimori's face. Whoever the fool was that was going to take Hino to the theater had something coming.

He was going to learn to never mess with the likes of Tsukimori Len!

Tsukimori had to bite the insides of his mouth from allowing an awkward laughter to escape his lips. What would people think of his reputation if he were caught… laughing?!

"Are you okay?" An amused voice chirped from behind Tsukimori. The music student turned indifferently to meet eyes with a general education student by the name of Tsuchiura Ryotarou. The question itself was more of a taunt than an actual question. Tsuchiura's normally remote expression was replaced with one of sheer delight – as if he had just seen Tsukimori's little show! This of course, was not possible.

"Shouldn't you be heading off to class?" Tsukimori asked coolly, answering Tsuchiura's question with one of his own. Taking confident strides away from the olive-haired nuisance, Tsukimori began to disappear from the general education student's sight.

Tsuchiura sighed aloud. "Well, I should be heading off to class, but I'm here looking for Hino." The music student stopped. His hesitation was only for a fraction of a second, but Tsuchiura caught it. 'Who has the upper-hand now?' He wanted to say, but decided to play cool instead. Running a hand through his unraveled hair, Tsuchiura appeared jaded. "She asked me to help her with some English homework before class – we're both general students, after all."

He pretended to gasp a little, pretend he just noticed that Tsukimori was not a general student. "Oh, sorry." He wasn't the least bit apologetic. "I forgot you're in the Music Department."

"You seem to be very forgetful, now excuse me."

Two could play at that game.

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"Hino," Tsuchiura called calmly as he knocked lightly on the door to one of the practice rooms, the one Hino said she would be found in yesterday. "I'm coming in."

"Get out!!"

"W-What?!" Tsuchiura's vision was blinded with some sort of heavy object meeting with his face. The object fell on the floor rather brutally, Tsuchiura's golden eyes making contact with the person who was occupying the room. Which at the point he realized was obviously not who he thought it was.

"I said—" Dangerously green eyes stared at Tsuchiura. "—Get out, you pervert!"

The pianist left the room with a clear bruise on his forehead that was too easily coverable with his jade bangs. "Geeze," He muttered under his breath, "Who the hell changes in a practice room?" Tsuchiura patted the wound on his forehead one last time before peeking into the next practice room.

Thankfully, he distinguished familiar strands of cherry hair.

Making his way inside, Tsuchiura easily spotted Hino in one of the corner of the rooms, her violin comfortably pressed up against her chin. She didn't seem to notice his presence, so Tsuchiura quietly leaned against the side of the door as he closed it behind him. He wasn't stalking her or anything. It was a simple thing that could so easily be misinterpreted. He was just watching her, from afar, without her notice or permission. He wasn't going as far as stalking her or something. "She asked me for help…she even told me where she'd be."

Tsuchiura didn't note the violinist stopped playing. "This is not considered stalking!"

Hino's large eyes pierced through Tsuchiura. "Tsuchiura-kun was stalking someone?!" She gasped. Since when had one of her friends – one of her best friends – started the hobby of stalking?! And possibly girls, no less. Hino's mind spun with wild ideas.

"Hino!" The taller student was taken aback. "You've finished playing…" He averted her gaze in an attempt to cover up the light tint he could feel in his cheeks.

Nodding, Hino had already packed away her violin case. "I didn't expect to find an open room this late." She laughed a little at herself as Tsuchiura held the door open for her while walking out. "I'm sorry to have called you here. It was careless of me to simply call you here without even realizing what time a room would be available." The two were now walking down the hallways towards their homeroom.

Tsuchiura was used to the stares he received in the halls. The dreamy looks from girls and the envious ones from the male residents of Seiso. He could care less for any of that, though. He also noted the glares daggered in Hino's direction. Either she'd gotten really good at ignoring the glowers or she hadn't even noticed they were directed at her.

He realized Hino's lips were moving – he didn't intend to look there! His eyes had a mind of his own, really – but he couldn't process the words coming out of her mouth. Something, something, something… movie?

Wait a minute.

"M-Movie?!" Tsuchiura nearly choked on his own words.

Hino nodded wholeheartedly. "Yes! I'm planning on seeing one after school today. Would you like to come along?" If passing-by looks could kill, Tsuchiura was sure Hino would have been swimming in a pool of her own blood a long time ago. Hino continued to smile obliviously. "It's alright if you can't make it, I know I'm asking you of this on such short notice." They had reached their homeroom at this point. "Sorry to have asked," Hino blushed at the stupidity of the question.

Tsuchiura shook his head fiercely. "No!"

"Eh?" Hino raised an eyebrow.

"I'll go!" Tsuchiura defended himself. His face was hard, his eyes gleaming. "I'll go! I'm free. I-I don't mind really… I was free anyway! I was going to ask you myself… I-I know it must be nerve-wracking for a girl to ask a guy first!" He couldn't control the words coming out of his mouth any longer. They just kept coming out and out. So much for playing it cool. "I'll go. I'll definitely go. For sure!" He didn't know why but suddenly Tsuchiura's world was spinning around in circles.

The 'Hallelujah' song seemed to be playing somewhere in the background of his mind.

The female student blinked in response. "R-Really?" It was such short notice; she hadn't expected Tsuchiura to agree. She breathed in a sigh of relief. She wouldn't have to be alone with Hihara now. And asking Tsuchiura to do such a thing…she simply didn't think he'd agree to the idea! Hino was suddenly ecstatic. "Thank you so much, Tsuchiura-kun!" She gave him a small bow, only lowering her head. "I'll make it up to you someday. For sure," She jerked her thumb in his direction, giving him a thumbs-up.

Tsuchiura's smile widened as he took his seat. 'A date with Hino.' He thought to himself, unable to keep his face indifferent. "Score!"

"Tsuchiura-kun, please sit back in your seat," The teacher interjected in monotone as the class turned to the pianist.

"Homeroom is beginning."

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"Yunoki-senpai."

Yunoki turned his head elegantly to the side. If he were any other person, he would have stood in awe at the sight that was bestowed upon him. But he wasn't, so he took it in with such grace that you would have expected it to be something seen every day.

He smiled with poise, carefully placing a strand of his hair behind his ear. "Is something the matter, Tsukimori-kun?"

Tsukimori panted lightly even though he looked out of breath to Yunoki. It amazed the third-year how his underclassman was able to say well poised and composed even though his posture looked gave him away. He looked like he was going to collapse at any given minute. Now what was it that Tsukimori was in such a hurry to do that he would do the unthinkable? Something so un-Tsukimori like that even the normally relaxed Yunoki had to raise an eyebrow at.

Tsukimori was asking…

…for help?

Bemused but amused, Yunoki decided to humor the unsuspecting, cold underclassman. "If you're looking for Hino-san, she and Kazuki should be heading off on their little date right now." Yunoki imprecisely looked at the silver watch embedded on his thin wrist. "If you run, I'm sure you'll be able to rescue your fair maiden." It wasn't everyday something this interesting happened. Yunoki had to take advantage of the situation every way humanly possible.

This opportunity was a once in a lifetime thing, Yunoki knew. He pressed his lips together, fighting the oncoming smile. "Oh…but which movie was it again?" Yunoki closed his eyes and pressed his thumb and index finger on both of his tightly shut eyelids. "The Notebook, was it?" He lied easily.

'Notebook…why does that sound so familiar?' Tsukimori didn't question himself any longer. He bowed halfheartedly at his upperclassman, too embarrassed to utter a single word as he coldly walked off. As soon as he turned the corner and was out of Yunoki's view, he took at full speed towards the nearest cinemas.

He didn't wheeze nor did he pant, Tsukimori simply continued heading forward. The nearest theater wasn't very…near. If he ran for twenty straight minutes at this constant speed, he was sure to make it before the previews even began.

Tsukimori was going to make sure the movie was a decent rating. That was all. He wasn't there for Hino's well-being. Not at all. He was just going to make sure it wasn't a rated R movie or something as equally inappropriate that could possibly spoil Seiso Academy's reputation if such under aged students were caught in.

He wasn't even going to buy a ticket!

And even if he were to accidently have just enough money to see the damn movie, it wasn't like he was going to intentionally sit behind them like some sort of stalker or something! That was utterly preposterous. Ridiculous, even. He had much better things to do than checking in on Hino's well-being. Much better things.

Like practicing his violin, for one.

Running, he brushed past a lazy looking Shimizu who was seemingly sleepwalking, too much in a hurry to bother with an apology. Out of school grounds now, Tsukimori hastily opened his wallet while continuing his sprint down the school's steps. He did a quick mental count of his money while giving a victorious smirk inwardly.

He would have enough left over for popcorn.

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