Is it like or dislike?

I don't know, I don't like you

Please say like, not dislike

Only you, I like you!

Is it like or dislike?

I don't know, these feelings won't stop,

Like or dislike you?

Hibari continued to be Chiyo's "escort" for over five months since the first time; she grew more accustomed to his presence and she had recently begun to even look forward to the walk to her class room every morning.

Of course Hibari was still his usual standoffish self, but he seemed more relaxed. He had a messed up sense of humor (Chiyo was surprised he had one to begin with); to some extent, he seemed unable to comprehend social cues. Chiyo chalked it up to him living in his own little world for so long, where the number one rule is what he says goes. At least he was efficient.

Hibari also rarely spoke, though he had stopped telling her to shut up after every sentence. Chiyo usually did most of the talking; she chatted about homework, movies, music, a funny joke she had heard, and had even tried to ask questions about his interests.

Hibari's answers were short or he simply ignored the question all together; she did manage to learn a few small tidbits:

Hibari's favorite food was hamburger steak; he had a little pet bird. He glared when Chiyo mentioned going to watch the cherry blossom petals fall, but allowed her to sit on the school roof top every other day during lunch time (as long as she sat 5 feet away from him and was quiet). He got sleepy easily and enjoyed napping in the sun.

Chiyo had even learned he was born in early May, though he wouldn't give the exact date. She asked him if he knew his birthstone was emerald.

"I don't care." Was his blunt reply; Chiyo pouted slightly.

"My birthstone is topaz, but I don't like it much. Have you ever seen rainbow quartz stones? Now that's a cool gemstone." Hibari grunted absently.

"Our star signs are complimentary; we're different but we also learn from each other. You know, your star sign really fits. I looked it up yesterday, and it says you're very stubborn, stoic, and you like routine." Hibari made a more approving grunt; she smiled wryly.

"It also says you're boring and socially awkward."

"Get to class." he ordered; Chiyo couldn't help giggling and he himself seemed faintly amused.

"I'm sorry Hibari-san; you know, the great thing about hanging out with you is that I don't feel pressured to talk." Chiyo smiled brightly.

"Hmph." Hibari turned away. "I will be busy at lunch; meet me on the roof after school, I have an important matter to discuss with you Amagawa." he said carelessly.

"Sure." Chiyo sat down at her assigned seat and didn't give the order much thought; it wasn't the first time he asked her to meet him after school. Last time he had interrogated her on why she were absent for a week. Chiyo had explained she had a fever and he reprimanded her for missing school.

"He's probably going to nag me on why I didn't sweep up after myself last time we had lunch on the roof. What a pain." Chiyo couldn't decide what her opinion of Hibari was.

On one hand he was controlling, demanding, blunt, stubborn, extremely proud, and could just be plain selfish.

"Still, sometimes it feels as if he's looking out for me." Chiyo mused with a small smile. Hibari would frequently scold her and point out her flaws, yet he'd also end up helping her if she really needed it; he'd usually say how he was doing it for his own reasons, which Chiyo didn't doubt. He tolerated her presence and, though it was only a bit, he had integrated her into his routine. It made Chiyo feel some what honored.

Occasionally, he'd consider her advice, but she had to make sure her suggestions weren't pushy or outright contradictory. Some days she felt like she had to walk on eggshells, but she was also grateful, because Hibari was reliable when it came down to it and most days Chiyo were almost comfortable around him.

Chiyo just couldn't shake off the feeling he was an okay person under all the ferocity and single mindedness.

"I guess if he isn't it's not my problem; as long as he doesn't bite me to death, I'm good." Chiyo thought before heading to the rooftop. Classes were over and she knew Hibari hated tardiness; he had zero patience and hated to wait longer than he had to for anything.

"About time Amagawa." Hibari greeted; he leaned against the wall with his arms folded.

"I left as soon as class was over; sorry, we aren't all super powered beings you know." Chiyo mumbled short of breath.

Hibari chose to ignore that. "Here." he tossed her a tiny paper bag; she managed to catch it with fumbling hands.

"What is it?" Chiyo asked curiously.

"Open it."

"Okay, okay." she looked into the bag and pulled out something hard and round.

It was a rainbow quartz stone.

Chiyo's mouth hung open slightly as she held it in her palm. "It's beautiful."

Hibari smirked smugly. "Then by accepting this you agree to go out with me."

Chiyo nearly snapped her neck when she turned to face him. "What?" she asked intelligently.

He sighed with impatience. "Are you deaf Amagawa? Hmph, I suppose I should call you Chiyo now…." he mused. "I'll allow you to call me Kyoya-san when we're alone, but only then, understood?" Hibari's words sounded stern, but his gaze was not as harsh as usual.

"To be clear, I don't intend on talking about marriage seriously for a long time." he said sternly.

"M-marriage!? Who's talking about that at all?" Chiyo wondered in shock.

"Though I have to say now, I don't want a bunch of people there crowding at the wedding. It would be unacceptable." Hibari's tone was firm and absolute. "On that note, I don't particularly care to have a large family; three children should be good enough. We'll probably have to move to a house with plenty of room for everyone though. They would be attending Namimori of course."

Hibari nodded to himself. "Also, presently, you will not attempt to engage in public displays of affection with me on school property; it's against the rules. I suppose when it's just us I can give you some more leniency-"

"Whoa, hold on a second, I never said yes!" Chiyo shoved the stone back into the bag and into his hands. "Hibari-san, I-"

"I like you," he couldn't have sounded less romantic or bored. "And you like me, so what's the problem?" he asked as if she was being unreasonably difficult.

"I don't like you!" Chiyo said more loudly than intended; she froze at his scowl. "I mean, I don't know….Hibari-san I need some time to think."

Chiyo walked to the entrance of the stairwell and looked back at Hibari; he made no move to stop her. He stood there with the package in his hand and even though he seemed unaffected, she was struck with a stab of sadness. Hibari looked somehow lonely standing there and staring at her with an unfathomable expression; perhaps it didn't even cross his mind she would refuse. Chiyo dashed off down the stairs, past startled students who had stayed for cleanup duty, and exited the school wanting to get far away from the source of her confusion.

She looked back to the roof, but Hibari was nowhere in sight.

"Where did that come from?" Chiyo thought numbly as she walked home; she went straight to her room, glad that her parents were out of town for the weekend

She really needed some time to think.