Ayuzawa Misaki, a 3rd year student at Seika High School, was at the top of her class. Her hard work and passion got her a ticket to the student council president role in her 2nd year. Within the span of a year, she transformed Seika High School from a wasteland of punks and rebels to a refuge of respectable and honorable students.

In her regime as president, she always prioritized the girls over the boys. The blame could be put on her father, who left the family burdened with debt. From that point on, she could never trust 99.9% of the boys out there.

The 0.01% can be explained later, but for now let's jump to the present.

"Ahhhhhh~ studying for the finals is so hard!" Sakura complained to her 2 best friends, Shizuko and Misaki, during their lunch period. Their finals were a week from now.

"Sakura, you need to be patient with it. It's not going to come to you that quickly," said Shizuko.

Usually, Misaki would have joined in on the conversation, but her mind wandered elsewhere.

That damn Usui Takumi taking my place as the top scorer on the final exams last marking period. I'll show him who's really the best this time. Muahahahaha!

Ah, so it seems that Ayuzawa Misaki is still mulling over her defeat at the hands of Usui Takumi.

"Hello? Misaki, you there?"

"Hm? Oh sorry Sakura, what were you saying?"

"I was just asking if you wanted to Skype tonight, Y'know, to study together! The more the merrier, as they say. Hahaha..." Sakura was desperate to pass her finals.

"Skype? What's that?" Misaki is a very old-fashioned girl. She barely knew how to send text messages on her phone.

"Ah right, I forgot you're that type of girl. Don't worry, Shizuko can help you set it up on your computer"

"Wait, but I never agreed to this in the first place…" said an exasperated Shizuko.

"Come on, you guys won't let your best friend fail, right? Right?"

"Yeah, don't worry Sakura. If Shizuko helps me set it up. I'll definitely help you" Misaki shone a smile as bright as the sun towards Shizuko. Misaki, as a person, was very reliable and would help her friends, or anyone in fact, if she needed to.

"Ahhhh, Misaki I could fall in love with you…"

"Sakura, calm down. You have a boyfriend don't you," Shizuko inquired.

The conversation went on, but Misaki could feel someone burning a hole in her back. She turned around and met eyes with Usui Takumi, who was surrounded by girls squealing over him. Come to think of it, this was the first time she has actually had a good look at her mortal enemy. He never really made much of a commotion, other than bringing those obnoxious, loud girls along with him. Misaki has never even heard his voice before.

They locked eyes for what felt like hours. Misaki was the first to look away. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. Was it her, or was this room getting a bit too hot? His eyes were the most beautiful shade of emerald she has ever seen. But she would never say that out loud.

Takumi got caught staring, and he would've kept staring if Misaki hadn't turned away. He saw the smile Misaki gave Sakura and was dumbfounded. It was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen. And if he could, he would totally say that out loud.

What does this guy want? Oh! I get it. He wants to intimidate me. You're not fazing me! Usui Takumi! Misaki proceeded to stick her tongue out at him, to which Usui smirked back. He then proceeded to leave the cafeteria.

"Ugh, that guy Usui pisses me off! I don't even know him personally and he already irritates me."

"Ohhhh, you sure are paying a lot of attention to him. Maybe you secretly like him," exclaimed Sakura with a giggle.

"Come on Sakura, you already know that me and guys just don't work out. And I'm paying him a lot of attention because he caught me slipping last marking period and took MY rightful spot as top scorer on the finals. I even stayed up the whole night before to make sure…"

"Hey, if you Skype with us tonight, you will definitely beat him this time!"

Misaki laughed, "Of course, Sakura."


Later that night, after a grueling couple of hours of setting up Skype, Misaki finally joined the call. She saw the name MyLoveKuuga and MyLoveSakura. Misaki knew they were Sakura and Kuuga. She also saw Shizuko123. Yup, that's probably Shizuko. The last username she saw was Walker427. This person had the mic muted, so Misaki just ignored him/her.

"Ah! Misakiiiiii! You need to help us! Even Shizuko doesn't know this problem."

Misaki saw the problem and she was stumped. She did not have an inkling of how to solve this problem.

"Ah what's this Sakura, your friend here doesn't seem to know? I thought you said she was reliable." Kuuga did not seem impressed in the slightest.

Well excuse Misaki for trying. She was boiling, her feelings were in a fever high. This was why she didn't like boys: they were inconsiderate and obtuse. As she was about to lash out on Sakura's boyfriend, Walker427 spoke up.

"Hey, don't you think she wants to help? She's trying and that's all that matters, doesn't it? Don't be so ignorant, Kuuga. By the way, you use L'Hospital's Rule for that question"

"Hey man, I didn't invite you to this call to put me in my place..." said Kuuga.

Huh? How did he know how to do that question? Why's he defending me? And most importantly, who is that? Misaki tried her hardest to ignore the butterflies in her stomach to answer the last question.

"Ahhhh, Misaki I didn't mean for this to happen. KUUGA! I THINK I NEED TO TALK TO YOU PRIVATELY."

The hang up sound could be heard. Shizuko explained that is was past her bedtime and left the call too. The only ones in the call were Misaki and the mysterious Walker427. The silence was killing Misaki, so she decided to speak up.

"Y-you really didn't need to help me. I was about to handle him myself."

Ah, Misaki just stuttered in front of a boy. She must be pretty flustered right now

"Maybe you should have. I would've been able to hear more of your soothing voice, Misaki"

"W-what the hell? Shut up, you pervert. And how do you know my name? Are you a stalker? You must be! You perverted stalker!"

Walker427 could be heard chuckling. "How could I not, it's in your name Misa-chan~."

"Ahh! I knew I shouldn't have put my real name in my username. And DON'T call me that!"

"Why not, it's very catchy, Misa-chan~"

The vein could be seen throbbing on Misaki's forehead. She did NOT like being teased, especially by someone she doesn't even know

"Hey… Who even are you?"

"Why are you asking me that? Are you interested in me?"

"No, don't you think it's fair for me to know who you are, when you know who I am?"

"Hmmmm. You have a point, but I'm not going to tell you. Isn't it more fun when you work for it?"

Misaki had no response to this guy. There were few seconds of silence before Misaki spoke up again.

"Hey, once again, you didn't need to help me back there."

"I just wanted to help my Misa-chan. I could tell you really want to be as reliable as possible, and they already know that. How about relying on other people for a change, like me?"

The funny feeling in her guts returned once again. Misaki thought about she ate today to cause this sensation. However, in the back of her mind, she did not mind this feeling.

"S-shut up you perverted stalker! As if I could rely on a perverted stalker, and stop calling me that! I'm hanging up, goodnight."

Misaki hung up and went to get ready for bed. When she came back, she noticed a notification on Skype.

Friend request from Walker427. She contemplated on whether or not to accept it. Eventually she did, and he instantly messaged her. The message read, "Good night and I hope you dream of me, Misa-chan." Misaki groaned internally. One thing was for sure, she did not like this person, not one bit.

Well, maybe a little for defending her, but other than that she harbored nothing but bad feelings for him.

Misaki closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep with one question in her mind.

Who is this Walker427 guy?


AN: Hello guys, my first fanfiction. I will be reading any constructive reviews. Please don't hesitate to tell me your opinion on it. I hope to update it frequently. This story be slow, and if you don't like slow I don't know what to tell you.