I thought I would make a little fiction of how Gamagoori's feelings for Mako started.
Mankanshoku Mako.
He had never seen or heard of her before, the school was filled with a sea of students, and they all looked the same to him. Even the handful of no stars who were prone to trouble, and readily dealt with by his hand, he had never bothered to commit their name or face to memory before, he never felt the need to.
A flash of insolent brown eyes had glared up to his. He towered over her small stature, but it didn't seem to faze her tirade in the least. Legs evenly distributed her weight in a defensive stance as she stood toe to toe to him, defending her friend...
As she criticized him for his lack of sleep wear.
Ira, as the head chair of the disciplinary committee, students in all ranks either feared him or respected him, or both. No one besides The Elite Four had ever spoken to him with such impertinence. The audacity, that she had stood up to him on his podium. His territory. His Domain. He should've showed her the error of her ways then. For going up against the Disciplinary Committee Chair, is going up against Lady Satsuki herself. No one had ever tried to nay say him, at least not in his face before.
She attacked him with sudden onslaught of utter nonsense before he could say anything, surprised, he couldn't help but respond to her on a basic level. Like a parrot responding to it's master. Chagrined, he quickly snapped out of his stupor.
He didn't remember her then, but he would remember her now.
He scanned the the horde of students going through the obstacles. Besides Matoi, some able No Stars were getting through the obstacles. Packs of students already giving up before they even started the maze, more settled along the obstacles, giving up. They did not deserve to be in Honnuigi Academy. They needed able bodies for the battle to come. If they could not finish these courses, how could they even survive in a battlefield where survivability depended on your skill?
Honnuigi Academy attracted certain types of people. The capacity to fight, the ones who had the drive to become strong. The tenacity to keep going at impossible circumstances. It also attracted the wrong sort of the same circle. Those who believed they could get away with deviousness and fraudulence, other than the blood and sweat from hard work. And it was Gamagoori's job to sort them out. Hence the "No-Late Day". Weakness will not be permitted.
From afar he spied three girls making headway, he made out Matoi. Not surprised in the least, he was expecting it, but there was another girl that he couldn't quite place, familiar. He then spied the the other female that was with them, familiar short brown hair and a flimsy body.
Short brown hair and chocolate eyes flashed in his mind. And he couldn't help the queer feeling he couldn't quite place... along with a grudging dollop of respect. Who ever had the gall to stand up to him deserved that much. But despite that, being gutsy wasn't going to get you through the obstacles alone. And from what he'd seen so far, she had no business being here. A place full of students with severe and sober attitudes, starkly contrasted with with her cheerful demeanor and vibrant eyes...
That strange feeling came back again, and he pushed it aside. Whatever happens today, he decided, he would keep an eye on Mankanshoku Mako from now on. She was trouble.