Mikan's POV

She felt the pain of heartbreak seep through the cracks in her defenses. Although she never confessed to him, it still hurt. There he was, an infectious smile plastered on his face, reflecting the bright future they had, with Misaki's arm looped around his, painting the perfect picture of bliss. They had gotten together during Spring, under the blushing cherry blossoms where the words she wanted to say rolled off her tongue in disjointed syllables, but he had loved her back too. When lessons had resumed in autumn, Mikan wore a gloomy atmosphere that severely affected the classroom. After all, she was the main source of joy for the class, a bubbly student whose laughter could warm the coldest of hearts. In her class 3-E, she had fitted perfectly, albeit not with some females like Sumire who still pretended to not like her, but other than that, she was doing well.

" Mikan-chan, are you okay?"

Yuu Tobita asked sweetly, concerned about her well being as she had shown up with a pallid face and puffed eyes. Only Yuu and Hotaru Imai knew of her affections towards her senior, and although they both supported her, Hotaru had warned her with various photos of Misaki and Tsubasa captured together, often walking together. She hadn't deemed Misaki as a threat, since she was often with other guys and behaved roughly the same around Tsubasa, but the unexpected had occured and she stole the heart of Tsubasa away.

Hotaru only stole a quick glance as Mikan slumped into her seat and buried her head in the folds of her arms, and then went back to tweaking her newest invention. the Angler-fish Projector, ignoring the radiating depression from Mikan.

" Say something at least IMAI-SAN!"

" She'll cry even more if I do. "

She couldn't bear to make a mean remark. There was nothing she knew about comforting others anyways - she was naturally self centered and had no idea how to cheer people up. That was another reason to add to her list why she wanted to make a Mikan robot - one that did the job for her. The money would come rolling in too. It was a win-win situation.

Yuu had prepared a litany of words to narrate to cheer her up, yet he couldn't seem to remember them clearly now. When she had entered the classroom, he had forgotten all that he memorized, having to use the strength to gather up his courage to talk to Mikan. Seeing Mikan down in the dumps had pulled down his mood, made him forlorn too. Without her happy, he felt uncomfortable. Disturbed. As much as he wanted to proffer a hug and whisper that everything was alright, he was a guy. And guys don't just hug girls for friendly purposes.

" KYAAA NATSUME-SAN!"

The high pitched squeals of the girls in the class, especially Sumire, who had stars in her eyes, dragged Mikan from her depression and she turned her head to see who had arrived.

It was Natsume Hyuuga, aged 14, in class 3-E. He had dated around whenever he felt like it, but dumped them with the plain reason of "I'm bored". He wasn't a certified player, just a cold guy that had evaded the radar of people who she noticed when she was focused on Tsubasa. Since she had spent all the moments when Tsubasa was accessible to her with him, she had been oblivious to the growing popularity of Natsume, the one wielding the powerful fire alice. He belonged in the Latent Type Class, and with his abilities he had won the class many awards during the Alice Festival, and was due to help the country's defenses once he graduated.

Upon knowing the identity of the person who had roused the attention of the female students in her class, she went back to wallowing in self pity and diving into depression.

Author's Thought's:

I will update frequently since its the holidays...around once or twice weekly! This is a crazy idea I decided to try so bear with me! I appreciate your reviews so leave them okkk!

-meekB00kworm :)