Nekoma High's students weren't any different from Megumi's old classmates back at her class back at her old school last year. They were all the same being bullies and judgmental people, so arriving school alone and walking to the classroom was pretty much normal for her. And because this was already ordinary for her, she was actually having a very happy day.

The reason? Kangen Yuuma.

Everybody deserves to have an ordinary, happy day. And for Megumi, just seeing her crush was enough to make her smile and skip her way to class. With only a distance of 12 inches, she saw him talking with his classmates in the hallways on her way to first period. Opening the door, there in front of her was Kozume Kenma, her seatmate since the first day of school.

There were still awkwardness and silence surrounding them, as both of them certainly are the quiet types. Megumi opened her mouth, but immediately closed it after seeing that the pudding head was busy with his handheld pushing random buttons with immense speed—much to her amazement.

"Good morning."

Megumi immediately turned to her seatmate who surprisingly greeted her. She tried containing a smile as she thought it was weird to give out one, especially when they weren't really close. "M-morning." She uttered.

Kenma was very much different from everyone in school. He wasn't like everyone who laughed at her appearance, nor was he one of the people who judged her. He was somehow, what was that word? Neutral. It was something like he doesn't care, and yet he slightly cares—remembering that very first day of school.

Different. Since when was this word an antonym for the word ugly? "Tell me when sensei comes in, I'm getting fired up with my game." He said in a whisper way as he gets even faster with pushing the buttons on the handheld.

Although Megumi knew he will not notice her reply, she ended up nodding anyway and glanced at the door from time to time, waiting for their teacher for first period.

Somewhere around 5 to 7 minutes later, she quickly reached out her hand to tap Kenma's shoulder, letting him know that their teacher for Contemporary Literature was coming. She saw him slightly nod and turn off the device, putting it on his pocket.

Megumi swore she saw Kenma's mouth move as if he was muttering a "Thank you." With that thought in mind, she smiled. Kenma wasn't able to catch that face of hers as he never actually bothered even glancing to check on her. Why would he bother, anyway?

She always wanted to get into higher classes like Class 4, but with her stupidity at Contemporary Literature and Math, it held her back and arrived at Class 3. As their first period starts, Megumi heaved a sigh and once again, tries to suck everything the teacher was about to explain in her head—which is totally not gonna happen.

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The bell slightly ran which indicated the class ending. Majority of the students sighed in relief when they heard it chime, as it was going to be break time next.

Kenma stayed on his seat, turning his device once again with plans to continue playing his game and not eating.

"As much as I'm very interested in literature, I suck at reading and understanding Contemporary Lit." Megumi blurted—even though she knew Kenma wouldn't actually care about anything she is saying—as she rummages her bag trying to find the snacks she brought to eat. She never really liked going out and buying at the cafeteria; as more than half of the student body go there for food.

After a minute of taking out all of her stuffs with still no food in sight, she put everything back more organized than before, and softly banged her head on the table in frustration. "I don't have food, and Math's the next subject." This time, she was talking to herself in complete regret and frustration. "I should've woken up early when I had the chance, stupid."

She heard Kenma hum in response which made her turn to him in complete surprise. So he was listening?

Blinking a few times, she quickly turn back to dace her desk. And without knowing, her mouth opened and a quite random question escaped from her.

"Say, you don't like talking to people, huh?"

Kenma—surprisingly—replied. "I'm not good at interacting with people."

"Hm, I'm socially awkward, but I'm just surprisingly open." Replied the female, head still on the table while looking at him who was still immersed with his game. "It depends on the person, actually. And to be honest, you seem approachable no matter how much you don't want to talk to me."

Megumi was surprised herself for talking to Kenma. She knew that there was a possibility that the pudding head will get mad or annoyed at her talking, and yet she still went on with it while he nods and hums as a reply.

Kenma's handheld device died all of a sudden which made him sigh and glance at Megumi, not knowing that by the time he opened his mouth, he will regret everything he said and would want to hide under a rock for the rest of his life.

"You're okay…"

The room was filled with silence as the last five students left to buy food. They looked at each other in complete shock from what the pudding head just said, Kenma himself was even more shocked than Megumi. She swore that she saw a tint of red in his cheeks which must be the reason why he quickly looked away.

Was it my fault…? Or…? Damn you for being socially awkward, Megumi. The female thought to herself as she sighs, taking her phone out from her pocket and tried ignore Kenma as a way of breaking the awkwardness around them.

It was not working, though. No matter how long she tried to ignore him, she still felt how awkward it was.

"A-um—"

"Kenma, I need to ask you something."

Just when the female was about to try talking, a familiar black haired third year entered the classroom calling for the pudding head. The said boy immediately turned to the third year. "What is it, Kuro?"

"It's about club practice later," The boy called Kuroo, entered the room then glanced at Megumi, "Ah, excuse me, I'm coming in." The female just nodded, and the conversation of Kenma and Kuroo continues.

It was something about volleyball club, so that was his club. Megumi continues to listen to them unintentionally while scrolling around her phone.

"You don't have a club to join in, Chiyo-san?"

Megumi flinched and glanced at Kenma, "Di-didn't you asked me that… Like, at the first day of school?" She answered, completely remembering their first interaction with each other.

The pudding head looked down in embarrassment, "R-really." They can both hear Kuroo chuckling at Kenma's mistake. "Shut up, Kuroo." He replied.

"Sorry, sorry. You really fail at making friends, Kenma."

"I said shut up."

"And I said I'm sorry." Replied the bed head third year. "Anyway, I'm going back to class. You better remember what I told." He added before leaving the second year classroom, and once again, Kenma and Megumi were alone.

Once again, there was an awkward silence.

"You said you don't like interacting with people, how could you talk so casually to that third year?" She asked in hopes of breaking the silence.

"He's my childhood friend."

Megumi involuntarily imagined scenes at how Kuroo and Kenma met—it was one of her habits—and would chuckle at the most stupidest scenes she thought of. But of course, she tried containing her laughter as it would sound weird with Kenma being there next to her.

"Your hair reminds me of pudding." She smiled, staring at the boy's hair. "I like sweets, definitely pudding."

Kenma shrugged, "I get that a lot. Don't eat my hair."

"Pfft. I won't. Can I touch it?" Before Kenma could ever reply, she immediately held her hand out to touch his hair, "Soft."

Surprisingly, he was okay with her touching his hair. "Hm, Kuro told me that once. But your hair…" He reached out to take a few strands of hers, "It's pretty."

A smile escaped from the female's mouth as she ruffled the boy's hair, "I get that a lot."