CHAPTER 2—Kurumu's POV

Since winter break I found myself staring at Mizore more and more every day. The more I watched her, the more I felt the need to watch her. I couldn't look away. However, it took me a remarkably long time to realize that it was love. In class she would intentionally face the other direction, and when I tried to talk to her she would make up an excuse as to why she had to go. Had she realized how much I watch her? Well, I guess it was obvious. Did she hate me? I wouldn't be surprised.

I flung my bag over my shoulder and headed off to homeroom. I was late, so I was charging as quickly as I could. Then I felt a crash, and landed on top of Mizore. We'd bumped into each other a little too strongly. I tried to push myself up, then noticed my hand was on her boob. Not as large and soft as mine, but this feels so good, I heard myself think, then shook my head to stop myself from being such a pervert.

"G-G-Gomenesai (I-I-I'm so sorry)" I stuttered. She turned a bright shade of red then murmured, "It's okay". I couldn't tell whether she was actually enjoying this, or was absolutely furious.

I got up as quickly as I could and sprinted off, but noticed her staring after me.

Homeroom seemed to go by in a blur, as did my other classes. Then came newspaper club. The only one in was Gin.

"I sent the others off to get some information," he said smirking. "Now it's just you and me."

He grabbed me and swept me into the closet.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time," he growled, drooling. He started groping and feeling up my boobs, and reached his hand down my shirt to feel them. He wouldn't stop. I felt sick. Then he pulled me tighter and started kissing me. Rather, furiously making out with me. I raked my claws into his hide, but he wouldn't stop. He had me cornered and I was helpless. He pulled away to breathe, and I vomited onto his lap. That didn't stop him from feeling me up everywhere, but now I was covered in puke and about to make some more. This was illegal and wrong and gross. I started crying madly. Then I saw a clear-blue claw pierce the locked door.

Mizore walked through and grabbed a handful of Gin's hair. Her free hand turned into a pair of ice scissors.

"DON'T YOU EVER HARASS KURUMU LIKE THAT AGAIN, GINEI MORIOKA!" She screamed, raging. Then, with one snip of the scissors, his hair was cut off. Then she continued on to whisper through gritted teeth, "mark my words."

Gin ran out of the room screaming, and I turned to thank Mizore, but she had shattered into thousands of crystal ice-shards. Once again, she'd avoided confrontation.

Did this mean she actually liked me? No, that was too much to hope for. She probably would have done the same for any girl...

The next chapter will be Mizore's POV