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"She is running late."
Inside of one of the many homerooms at Tomoeda High sat Daidouji Tomoyo, the expected valedictorian of the school, future CEO of the famed Daidouji Corporation, and one of the most beautiful people to walk the planet.
Exotic purple hair, porcelain skin, a model's figure, and amethyst-colored eyes quickly made her the most talked about person in the school.
And she didn't care. She wanted none of their trivial little problems, like whether the "yummy" senior on the football team was single, or if that cheerleader's "knockers" were real, and if the teacher was "out to get" her. And thus, her title as the "Frozen Flower" of Tomoeda High was born.
The only ones who seemed to have sensible heads on their shoulders were Kinomoto Sakura and her boyfriend, Xiaolang Li.
Well, Syaoran. But Tomoyo preferred using his real name. He didn't however, so she just called him Li.
Anyway. They were the only two people in the school that didn't drive Tomoyo absolutely insane sometimes with silly things. Also the only ones brave enough to befriend her.
The starting bell for homeroom rang seven minutes ago.
Sakura was late.
Again.
Li was currently seated to the right of Tomoyo, both seated by the windows, Li looking at the empty seat to his right before looking to Tomoyo.
"Hey, 'moyo… How long do you think?" he whispered.
Tomoyo looked back at Li and smiled.
"Well… judging from her normal habits… She's probably running up the stairs to the hallway now…"
"How the hell did you know that?"
"Just saw her trip up the front stairs a minute ago. She probably blazed it up the stairs, and should be in right about n –"
"SENSEI, I'M SO SORRY I'M LATE! TOUYA WAS BEING A PRICK, AN– "
"Kinomoto, that is enough… We know… Take your seat, dear."
Morita-sensei. Quite used to it. Currently rubbing her temple in a strange combination of frustration and amusement.
Kinomoto Sakura. Disheveled, but drop-dead gorgeous girl currently attempting to catch her breath as she walked to her seat. Long honey-colored hair. Perfect skin and figure. Emerald-colored eyes. She and Tomoyo together were the "Twin Jewels" of Tomoeda High.
Stupid kids and their nicknames.
"…fuuuu… Hey guys… Morning!" Sakura greeted with a smile as she sat.
Li and Tomoyo laughed.
"What happened THIS morning Sakura-chan?" Tomoyo asked a smile.
"Seriously… What did the idiot do this time?" Li said, leaning over to move some hair out of Sakura's face.
"Ugh. Stupid idiot made me wash dishes FIVE MINUTES before I was supposed to LEAVE! Dad HAD to leave him in charge while he's off on a dig…"
And Morita-sensei was about to start the announcements.
Tomoyo chuckled and took out her planner.
Black. High-quality leather. No scuffs, tears, or scratches after three years of high school. How fitting for Daidouji Tomoyo.
She carefully opened her planner to today's date and took out her favorite brand of ball-point pen. Black of course.
So there was a survey due next week for post-high plans, an essay about your greatest passion, a new foreign exchange student, oh, and her college visits nex…
A new foreign exchange student?
Tomoyo wrinkled her nose and looked up from her planner in confusion, and noticed what girls would call "a total GOD" standing before the class.
"Would you like to introduce yourself?"
Tall. Dark blue, almost black hair. Muscular, but not overly so. His eyes were hidden by sleek, stylish glasses, and he wore a comfortable smirk on his handsome face.
Tomoyo's first thought, being who she was, was simply this:
'His bone structure… must not be full Japanese.'
And indeed, he was not.
"Thank you very much Morita-sensei. Indeed I shall. Hello all, my name is Hiiragizawa Eriol, and it is my distinct pleasure to meet you all. I hope to…"
At this, he glanced to the right, and met eyes with Tomoyo. Stunning smile. Tomoyo drops pen on desk and continues to blink in confusion.
"…get to know you all… very well."
What was this strange-looking person doing here? And why was he staring at her? And what on earth caused her to drop her pen?!
At Tomoyo's dropped pen, Eriol smirked and continued to pin her with his bespectacled gaze.
'…he has very blue eyes.'
It was then that Tomoyo noticed Li was extremely uncomfortable, and was fidgeting about in his seat and mumbling what sounded like curse words.
"Li… Is something the matter?"
Li groaned in something akin to agony as he wearily slid his hand over his face.
"Is the new kid coming toward us?"
"..yes, yes Li, he is. Why?"
"Eriol is my –"
"Why hello 'Little Wolf,' dear cousin of mine. Aunty Yelan sends her regards."
"- insufferable cousin."
"Morita-sensei, may I place a desk between Xiaolang and Daidouji?"
At this Tomoyo looked up at him, stunned once more. Li simply continued a string of curse words.
"I beg your pardon Hiiragizawa-san, but how do you know my name? I'm quite sure I haven't introduced myself."
Eriol simply smiled, already moving Li over and taking a seat, before turning to her and taking her hand.
"…I've heard a lot about the famed 'Ice Queen' of Tomoeda. I can only guess that it would be you, judging by the way you carry yourself, and how absolutely beautiful you are."
Tomoyo's hand was already quite rigid with something she could only identify as being uncomfortable. This had never happened before. Yes, she had been called beautiful, hot, gorgeous, exotic, and so on, but… never to her face. And it had never seemed so sincere.
She hated being uncomfortable.
"…I thank you kindly for your flattery Hiiragizawa-san. Pardon me, I need to get back to my scheduling."
"Ah, but of course. I would feel terrible if I detracted from your studying… However, if I may ask… are you always this… cold?"
It was now that she pulled her hand away, and turned to face the board, confusion present in her mind for the first time in a long time. She was cold?
"…I… am not. I am not used to much else but order. I suppose… I am just accustomed to this type of behavior. I guess I was not aware I was being cold."
"Do not take it as an insult Daidouji. It merely intrigues me that someone as attractive as you is not smiling as warmly as she could be."
With this, she took a glance at Eriol, who was now looking at the board in mock fascination, and looked back to her hand with a slight, imperceptible shiver.
His hand was warm. Like the sun.
And her hand had been sun-kissed, and was still warm.
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