"kamiki izumo. The spicy, cool tsundere!"

renzou's mumbles resounded through the room as he wrote in his journal.

Instantly, izumo turned around, facing him. She shhot him a dagger-like glare and strode towards him.

"What do you think you're writng?"

she bellowed.

"Ohayo! Izumo-chan! You look very pretty today! –as always!" shima grinned as he waved.

"Answer the stupid question!" izumo snapped, gruffly.

Shima closed the book and looked up at her towering body. Unfazed, he casually replied "I'm just making an assessment."

Izumo's ceaseless glare did not move away from him.

he forced an anxious smile, hoping it would break the ice a little. Much to his disappointment, it didn't.

"You brat! Quit writing about me! Quit thinking about me! Quit talking about me! Quit talking TO me!" Izumo barked.

As she stomped out the room, shima couldn't help but grin even wider. There was something cute about her. She had that 'one thing' that turned him on. Even more than what Moriyama could ever do!

"Pheromones? Was that it?" he wondered, propping his head up with his hands and elbows.

"nah, It couldn't be."

(Later on that day)

Shima trudged through the school halls. His eyes peeled for his necklace he had left behind. His glance shifted back and forth amongst all the rooms.

"why did this school have to be so big? I could've been reading manga by now."

As he turned right at the intersection, he heard a muffled noise.

"Aw.. yes you are! Yes you are! Aww.. doesn't wittle kitty wanna gwo home?"

"Moriyama-san?" Shima asked as he peered into the corner.

It was kuro, rin's little cat-familiar. The person who was tickling kuro was someone he would have never expected it to be. Izumo Kamiki.

Hastily, shima seized his journal from his pocket and began to jot down more notes for his 'izumo assessment.'

"Has An Alter Ego. She acts extremely cutesy around animals."

He mumbled again.

Suddenly there was a violet flash and Izumo was tightly clasping his t-shirt collar.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she whispered threateningly. Her red-hot orbs piercing into shima's soul.

"i-I was just looking for my necklace." He stammered.

"Good. I'm starting to get the feeling I'm getting stalked, you know." She paused, and leaned closer to him. Her chest pressing onto his shoulder as her hot breath tickled his ear.

"and if you tell anyone, I swear to god, I'll kill you and make sure you'll never see the end of it. Do you comprehend what I am saying?"

Swallowing, shima nodded his head furiously.

"Of course Izumo-chan! You can t-trust me!"

izumo stepped back and fished her pocket.

"you were missing jewelry, right?" she verified.

"-ah, well, actually it was a necklace. It's awkward when you say men wear jew-"

"whatever. Same thing." Izumo interjected. She tossed the necklace at him. "here."

He blinked and she was gone.