Hello. This was the first fanfiction story I actually uploaded onto here. I had written others but... they all kinda suck. This probably does too. But hey. It might be fun.

Disclaimer: Fruits Basket isn't mine. But it's not yours either! So that's ok. Unless Takaya-sensei is here. Which I doubt. But if she was... TAKAYA-SENSEI? ARE YOU THERE? Such an honour...

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Machi needed her pencil case. Quite urgently, infact, because she did not have much time to write this note. At all. The bell would ring soon and Yuki would be back. She found it under a pile of paper and began to write.

Dear President,

She crossed it out. 'Dear' sounded too... something.

To President,

She crossed it out again. That just sounded strange.

President Sohma-san,

I am sorry to have to inform you that I wish to leave my position as treasurer in the Student Council. This is due to

What was it due to? Awkwardness? Embarrassment? She needed an excuse.

An overload of work both at home and at school.

This would be perfect. But she decided to add a little extra information just in case he didn't understand.

As you know I live on my own, and my parents now expect me to pay my own water and electricity bills. For this reason I have to leave the Student Council in order to take a part-time job after school, when meetings are usually held.

Thank you,

Machi Kuragi

Former Treasurer

She signed her name and got up from the desk that would not be hers for much longer. The council room was tidy, which bothered her, but at least the letter would be prominent if put out of place.

Yuki's desk was a possibility, but someone else might pick it up from there. Aha – his drawers would be a good place. She opened the first one to find a bundle of papers kept together with a rubber band. The edges were ripped, and the writing was often smudged. That was strange for Yuki, who always seemed so organised...

Machi was curious.

She took off the rubber band and let the papers spill onto Yuki's desk and the floor. That was better. She picked one up – but this was strange. It looked like her own handwriting.

3000 yen.

Yes, it was her handwriting. Council papers, perhaps? Maybe Yuki was making a spreadsheet of the council's income and expenditure. That would explain it.

Most of the papers were just numbers Machi had written down – the cost of equipment, profits from the student council stand at the cultural festival, things like that. But some did not fit the pattern.

The photocopier is broken.

We need more squared paper.

What was Yuki keeping things like this for? They were Machi's notes from council meetings, but they weren't needed anymore. The old photocopier had been replaced, and the ever-efficient president had ordered more paper as soon as it was mentioned.

And why weren't there any scraps of paper from the other council members? Could it be that... Yuki was just keeping these because she...

'No, Machi, it could not be that' She thought to herself. 'He only has eyes for Honda-san. You know that.'

"Machi? Why are you in here at lunch break?"

She recognised that voice instantly, and shoved the papers back into his desk drawer, clenching her own letter in her fist.

"President..." she turned around. "Well... well, I could ask you the same thing!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude..."

"If you must know, I was..."

'It's now or never, Machi. Just leaving the letter won't work. You've got to tell him.'

"I was here to give you THIS."

She shoved the letter at him.

"I have to resign. I'm sorry, but it's just too much pressure."

And with that she walked out of the room.