Because I obviously haven't learnt my lesson with trying to edit 'Hiding Behind Glasses,' I'm still editing this one...Ugh, so bad at commitment. Any of you want to try a relationship with me? A non-committed person?

"Tsukiyomi-sensei!" Hinamori Amu said in a sing-song tone, tapping a single finger on the teacher's back.

Ikuto spun around immediately, caught off guard; the large pile of paper in his arms scattering. "Hinamori-san."

Amu raised an eyebrow at the mess of papers on the ground before letting out a small sigh and picking them up. "Wow, and I thought I was clumsy."

"Well, the reason I dropped them was because of you."

The rosette formed her lips into a little pout. "I was only saying hi."

"Then, hi."

Amu bit the side of her lip and resisted a small giggle, maintaining her usual cool facade. "Hello." She handed him a few papers. "And here."

"Thanks." He added them to the growing pile under his arm. "Aren't you at school a little early? Classes don't start until an hour later."

She shrugged, a placid look on her face. "I'm on duty; I was supposed to fill the flower vase a long time ago, but I never got around to it."

"Then shouldn't you..." he trailed off.

"I should, but I kind of don't want to." She glanced at her teacher slyly. "After all, I..."

Ikuto could feel his Adam's apple sink in as he waited for her to continue her sentence. Did it have to do with him? Oh gosh, how he hoped not.

"Just kidding, I already have a bouquet of dying roses on my desk." Amu choked down a laugh. "Need to at least try to get life into them."

"Hinamori-san." His voice emitted a warning tone.

"Don't be so dull," Amu smiled. "Sensei."

As he watched the retreating figure of the young girl, he let a little breath and continued his small journey to the staff room.

Ever since that little moment yesterday, he had grown self-conscious of his actions, her actions, just about every action that was taken. He didn't want to be fired from a position that took an entire year for him to obtain, especially by a nonchalant eighteen-year-old teenager.

- During Class -

"Good morning, class." Ikuto slid the teal door open and took light steps towards the chalkboard.

"Good morning, Tsukiyomi-sensei," the entire class chanted in unison.

He cleared his throat and opened the attendance book in his hands, his blue eyes automatically darting towards Amu's seat. When he rested his eyes, he noticed that the rosette was quietly staring out the window, her eyes slit into a blank expression. As he mindlessly called out the student names, he continued to eye her; that is, until she turned around herself and noticed his stare. Her cheeks colored a light pink as she smiled and wiggled her fingers in a small wave. He turned his eyes back to the front of the class, a little flustered.

"Hinamori Amu-san."

"Here."

He gave the class a small nod and decided today was a good day to have a self-study period. As he watched the students move into their little groups, he noticed Amu still staring off into the distance by herself.

Ikuto studied her and a small feeling of nostalgia washed over him when he realized that she was quite similar to how he used to be. All alone, lonely; that is, until some guy named Kukai walked up to him and grinned. He didn't know how, but the two became best friends (not that Ikuto wanted a best friend).

Maybe she was like him and needed someone just there to talk to...maybe.

"Hinamori-san?" He called out. "I believe I said it was a self-study period."

Amu flinched when her name was called. "I'm studying."

"With what book?"

She sighed and grabbed a few nameless notebooks from her bookbag.

Ikuto turned to the class. "Yuiki-san, can you keep an eye on Hinamori-san for me? To see if she's really studying."

He noticed Amu rolling her eyes and shrugged it off, Yuiki Yaya would be her Souma Kukai.

"Hi! Yaya's name is Yaya!" she introduced, a chirpy smile perfectly in place. "Yaya's seen you around, but she didn't know if it was okay to say hi."

Amu slanted her eyes in curiosity of the young girl's behavior. "I'm Hinamori Amu.

"Amu~chii then." Yaya giggled uncontrollably. "Is it okay if Yaya calls you that?"

The rosette looked at her, a little at loss for words. "Um..."

"So whatcha' studying?" the chipper girl peered over the notebooks on her desk. "Does that say leukemia?"

Amu felt a little flustered. "Uh, yeah. I'm been studying leukemia lately; it's a type of cancer."

"Why is Amu~chii studying it?"

"My cousin has it, so I was just going to find out what I could do to help her."

"Yaya's sorry..." The girl trailed off, rubbing the palm of her hands together.

Amu waved it over carelessly. "It's no big deal."

"So you know..." Yaya leaned over, the smile back where it belonged.

The rosette leaned over and listened carefully to her classmate's words.

- After Homeroom Period -

"Yaya hates Japanese history a lot," Yaya complained. "Yaya can't really care about people who have already died."

Amu laughed. "Oh really?"

Ikuto looked up from his desk and spotted the two leaving the classroom. Once he gather his stuff to leave himself, Amu suddenly jogged up to him."

"Yes?" Ikuto turned to her, a part of him worried about his students finding this endeavor strange.

"Thanks, I guess."

"For what?"

"For butting in and being nosy with my life."

"Hey," Ikuto said in a defensive tone.

Amu giggled. "I'm kidding...possibly."

Before Ikuto could say anything else, Amu had already left to catch up with Yaya.

Ikuto sighed and shuffled his papers together; maybe it was time to finally call up Kukai.

If you remember exactly this story word for word, yes, I changed a lot. I'm so proud. This is my second chapter in less than five days. Please review!