I don't own em.

Planning to make this into a series of stories- all revolving around Yukimura's ideas, loved and widely-accepted by the majority. The thing is, his regulars may be part of the opposing minority. Uh oh. Look out, everyone in Rikkai. Look out.

One happy day in the Rikkai Daigaku University's Home Economics room

"Why god, why?!"

"Ugh. Here we go again- Niou's rants." Pop.

"What's it to you, Bubblegum?"

"Why'd you poke the bubble with the needle?! And my name's not bubble-"

"What, would you prefer, 'Sugar'? Hey Sugar. How ya doin' with that?

"Er… NO. That's even more disturbing. Stop it!"

"Then, why god, why?!"

"Why what, Niou-kun?" Shiny eyes met lazy half closed ones.

"Uhm… Nothing. Yukimura-buchou. Nothing at all."

"Oh. Okay. I guess I'll go over there now."

"Niou-kun, what's your problem this time?" Yagyuu asks tiredly.

A wail came from across the room: "I can't believe Buchou's making us SEW. I'm not a SEWER. EW. The word EW is in SEWER. A SEWER. Sewers are gross!"

"What the brat said. That's the problem."

"It seems Yukimura-kun's little project now is to make bags- and of course the team's got to support him." Yanagi explains.

"Gee. I hope he gets tired of it soon." Pop.

"Yes, very soon."

"Sanada?! Ah!! Yagyuu, Yagyuu! Sanada's opposing buchou! The world's coming to an end! Take cover! We're gonna blow!"

"Uh… Niou-kun. I really don't think hiding behind me will lessen the chances of death when the world ends."

"You never know, Yagyuu. You never know."

A whisper: "Well, it lessens the probability of getting slapped by Sanada-kun, right?"

"Yep. You're right, Jackal." Looking at the furious fukubuchou.

"Anyway, does anyone know how to use a sewing machine?" an innocent question our resident data master asks- psst! (makes voice a stage whisper) He doesn't know how either!

Everyone turns to look at Yukimura, who's sewing his multi-pocketed, yellow tennis bag complete with embroidery at the mechanical sewing machine.

"Er… HE does." Jackal helpfully states the obvious.

"Yagyuu!! Yukimura's a freakin' seamstress! Rawr!"

"And some people on the other hand SEEM STRESSED, Niou." Yagyuu sighed.

"Ey Niou-sempai, how's your backpack doing?"

"Not too well, but what's it to you, kid?"

"WHAT is that??"

"It's a backpack. You know, thing with two straps? Goes on your back? Like a turtle? Like so?"

"A turtle? I was thinking a snail."

"Oh, whatever. You done with your pink purse, brat?!"

"It's not mine! It's for mommy. Why would I need a bag, anyway?!"

The noise grows and so it catches Marui's attention. "What is it? The pink abomination?"

"What, your hair?"

"That's not funny, Niou."

"Is so!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is yes!"

"Is-"

"Is annoying. 200 laps, everyone! No exceptions."

"Hey Sanada-fukubuchou, you just wanna get out of sewing YOUR pink bag, right?! Though I guess it's not your fault that buchou chose the colors…"

"250 for you, Niou."

"No, Sanada- Make that 500 for him, especially."

"Yukimura-buchouuuuuuu!!"

"Whatever do you have against the color pink, Niou-kun?"

And so ends our day one.

It ends with 6 sweat-drenched teens who learned the hard way that that day had the hottest recorded temperature of all time in the area.

It ends with a wet-with-sweat pink-clad Niou (Whose clothes, by the way, DOES NOT and WILL NEVER EVER match his hair. In fact, it clashes hideously! D:)

It ends with Yukimura's smile. That perfect twisting of lips at the sides of his mouth and the sparklies and background music—Need I go on?

This'll take a while... Thanks for reading anyway. Yays.