Chapter One -

She was lost. Her direction sense was not bad, but how could she be lost to the school she so regularly went to? Her eyebrow twitched with annoyance, and she groaned, regretting helping the old lady walk to the train station even if Mika had never been to the train station before. She knew she was early, but now she was getting late, and she had no idea where she was. In another five minutes, class would begin and Mika would be late, again, for the fifth time that week.

"Aw, this sucks!" She exclaimed, and ran forward, not even bothering where she was running to, and her brand new thick red framed glasses held tightly in her hands. She needed them for reading, since Mika had a very heavy reading habit. It was ten minutes later, by some miracle, that she reached school and entered class, scratching the back of head apologetically, the stern face of the teacher watching her and waiting for an answer.

Mika let out a breath, and licked her lips, and said, "Sorry, I helped an old lady-""Liar!" The class erupted and Mika felt a sweat drop. Her shoulder length titian hair was messy, and her big, bright hazel eyes looked questioningly at the teacher. "Am I allowed inside or…?" The teacher sighed and asked her to come forward and Mika did, but when she stopped a step before her teacher, the class started to laugh.

Mika knew why. She was several inches taller than the man, and that was something worth laughing about, right? Note the sarcasm. Mika fiddled with the edge of her baggy light pink sweater and apologized one more time, before the teacher asked her to take her seat. Just when she did take her seat, at the last row, near the window, she could feel someone's eyes bore into her but she ignored it. She was used to being looked at as a freak. No woman was near six feet in Japan, and if she was, then that was rare and she had to be made fun of.

She leaned back and stared out of the window, this time she wore her glasses. It bothered her greatly, that she was so tall. She wasn't an athlete, but that was her preference. It was hereditary, and her father wasn't Japanese to begin with. Her name was Mika Snyder. Her father was from the Netherlands, and the average height for women in the Netherlands was five feet and eight inches. For men it was over six feet. It wasn't her fault that she was a little taller than most.

When she was off in her thoughts, she didn't notice a certain very tall individual look at her with interest. He had met her before, but he didn't think being tall was such a bad thing. She was really tall, that he knew, she was close to being six feet, or probably she was in the six foot family, but he didn't think it was bad for a girl while it was good for a guy. She wore a sweater because she thought it would help her look 'normal' but the male caught her height immediately.

A smile grazed his lips, it had been three days since he had spoken to her, the last time he did was in her bakery. He wanted to talk to her once again, there was simply no reason, and he would. He didn't like the fact that he wasn't allotted a seat next to her, but that would change. He would kindly ask the boy beside her to switch seats. And by kindly, he thought pressing his hand over his head was the best way.

Sometimes, he had no idea how intimidating he was. After class, Mika heard a chair creak beside her and she turned to her right to see a familiar purple headed boy sit beside her. She blinked once, her leg which was stretched till the chair in front of her pulled back as she leaned forward on the desk, thinking about where she had seen this tall boy before. "Mika-chin, you don't look happy."

She blinked. '-chin' brought it all back. "You're that guy!" she exclaimed, pointing a finger at him and the male simply grinned back. He took out two candy bars and offered her one, before she rejected it. "Why-""I don't like sweets…uh…" she had forgotten his name. "What's your name again?" by this question, the male looked startled. "Atsushi." He said and Mika blinked. "Shouldn't I be calling you by your last name-""Not you. You can call me by my first name, Mika-chin."

'Okay…' Since she was born in the Netherlands, she wasn't used to calling people by their last names. They didn't look at things like that over there, and it was new to her when she moved to Japan nine years ago. She didn't mind it when someone called her by her first name at all, and she wouldn't mind calling someone by theirs. "Atsushi." She said once and the taller male nodded and then turned away, and placed his head on the table, and not talking for a while after that.

But, that left her in her own inner deliberation. Why was he being so kind to her? He had never spoken to her before, and now that she realized they were classmates, it was even weird since she hadn't sensed him around before. Whatever the reason was, she couldn't see it, but she didn't mind. Here was a guy who wasn't teasing her for her height. To her, that was a good thing.

A second later, Atsushi looked up at her and said, "Why don't you like sweets?" Mika blinked, wondering if that was a bad thing. "Uh…I work at a pastry store, I think I've had enough sweets for a lifetime." Murasakibara then made a sound that resembled something like a giggle and Mika pursed her lips. The awkwardness wasn't dying.

This was probably the second time she was talking to him and he had asked her to call him by his first name, which considering Japanese people as a big deal. And he already had a nickname for her, which she didn't mind, since 'Mika-chin' sounded cuter than 'giant'. Mika had a soft spot for cute things. He even came and sat beside her, not bothered about asking a teacher for a place change either. The only question that remained was this:

Why her?

Murasakibara placed his hands on the table, positioning them like a pillow for his head and thought about the moment Mika entered the classroom. He licked his lips, a light smirk forming on his lips as he recalled Mika licking hers. She was tall. And there was one other thing. She worked at a pastry store. It was as though God had heard all of his hidden requests, and decided to shower them upon him. Now was not the time, however.

She decided to ask him that, and after the next class, when she noticed him almost dozing off, she poked him on his head, which easily alerted his attention and she said, "Why…why are you letting me call you by your first name? Why are you sitting beside me? I…I don't understand-""Do you mind that, Mika-chin?" Mika blinked and thought about it. She shook her head and then Atsushi smiled warmly at her.

He placed his heavy hand on her head, just like he did when he first met her and said, "If you don't mind then it isn't a problem is it?" Mika blinked. "Uh, yeah, I suppose." Mika said, but wasn't satisfied. "Atsushi-kun…I just-""Because it's you, Mika-chin." He argued back, resembling more like a child as he did.

Mika turned away, with a bright blush on her face, Murasakibara finally taking his hand off her head. She only wondered one thing. Since when was 'because it's you' an answer to every question she asked?

Author's Note: Hello, dear readers! My updates for this story will be slightly slower than my Aomine story because I need to finish that so that I can publish my Midorima story. Yeah, got a lot on my plate. Also, my exams will be staring in a month which will naturally slow down my updates but worry not! I shall stick on with Mura-chan until I finish. Hehe. Loving the reviews, people! Thank you! Also, I hope the question about her height was answered in this. Hehe. Read and review!