Misaki was a 17-year old. She was always laughed at for being a cult. No one ever paid attention to her, all they did was point fingers at her. They always gossiped about her and how she didn't have any friends. No one interacted with her because of the fear that they will be picked on too.

It kept eating her up inside. It wasn't her fault, she didn't choose to be this way. This college life was hell for her. She was just walking down the corridors, on her way to class. Her eyes down, her pace fast. She was trying not to focus on all the whispers that's surrounded her, what was that she could do to stop them. It was a question she asked herself every-single-day.

If it was her choice than she would rather have stayed home but she didn't want to waste the effort her mother and father put in to get her to college. These thoughts were shaken out of her head as she bumped into someone. She fell down as her books were scattered on floor.

Not saying anything she started to collect her books. She didn't even bother to look at the guy that she bumped into. To be honest she got really hurt by this fall, and of course she would. She was weak. She didn't eat anything much and didn't exactly pay attention to herself at all.

On the other hand, the guy that she bumped into was looking at her, staring to be more accurate. If he remembered correctly, she was the first girl to not go crazy at him or throw herself at him. She was just...he didn't know how to say it. He saw her, more clearly this time, and noticed that her eyes had black depressions underneath, as one of them were covered with her beautiful brown hair.

Never before had a girl caught his eye. Shrugging these thoughts off he offered her a hand...why. He thought. He had never before, than why her. He was just the type to ignore but he just felt a need to, towards her.

Misaki, who had currently just picked up the books looked up at him and finally got a view of his handsome features. He was tall with blonde hair and emerald green eyes. It didn't bother her, than she looked over at his hand that he had offered. She wanted to take it but didn't as she heard whispers coming from around the hall.

Girl 1: look at her, how she's trying to get closer to our usui.

Girl 2: Such a faker

Girl 3: obviously she wanted to bump into our usui. She wanted to get close

Girl 4: such a cult. She's annoying...

These voices carried own as she was on the verge of breaking into tears. Trying her best to hold them back she ignored his hand and than ran away into her classroom. The guy just stood their and watched her vanish into the corridors.

Girl 1: hmm... How dare she ignore usui like that.

Girl 2: she thinks she's superior than all of us

Girl 3: such a bitch

Girl 4: our usui, she's so mean

Usui who had overheard the gossips just decided to ignore them and walked away. He walked into his class and sat on his chair by the window staring out of it, not bothering to look at his surroundings. All that was on his mind was that girl. He didn't even know her name. Who was she...

~boredotaku